The table shown in the picture belongs to a suite of pieces of furniture crafted in the early 1990s for the interior of the Kremlin by an Italian carpenter's workshop specialising in oak-design.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for dropping in and playing a wonderful guitar.

Oak

1
Out of one single seed
With lots of nutrients to feed
Within the ground
Out of a natural striving
Heavenwardly
At least 5 centuries ago

Cut one morning
Somewhen in the eighties or seventies
Last century, supposedly in Italy
Your leaves were so green - and
Then you stopped to breathe
And were stored and dried for ys

ref 
300 ys to grow,
300 ys to bloom,
300 ys to die
That’s your „normal“ life

2
Skilled artistic carpenter hands have worked upon you 
After your death with devotion
Cutting, sanding and priming -
„Lying Flat“ on these three pillars
Born out of a single notion:

"A place to meet",
10 elliptical, oval square
Out of one single piece
Lacquered in white and
Adorned with gold leaf
Six meters long, 2.50 wide

ref 
300 rings to grow,
300 rings to bloom,
And then 300 rings to die
Oh, that’s your „normal“ life

3
Hard to believe that must be necessary
Something like you
Being so earthbound and stable
Was that already inscribed  
Somewhere in your fibres ?
Ending up as a „dissension-table“ ?

Next moment the mad imperator will receive an unwelcome guest and 
An oppressive breathless coldness spreads  
Just for an instant before the lightnings of the camera flashes begin 
And then all this weighs down on you.

ref 
300 rings to grow,
300 rings to bloom,
And then 300 rings to die
You would have outlived us many times

out
Now that you are an icon 
The outmost insane things
Happen at your long edges - and
What have you done to deserve that one ?

Oak (ft The Neighbor)

Watson Adrian's Album

Mellow

Progressing aimlessly… written in my twenties… seems like little has changed

Desultory

Here is the next in the Future Scourge! album! To explore more of the Future Scourge! sound visit:
https://soundcloud.com/tomlaukemper

LYRICS:

Bodies pushed inland
A new crisis at hand
Cause I hate to tell ya
Yeah I hate to tell ya

The ship is going down
Over cities and towns
But we tried to warn ya
Now it's curtains for ya

Next in line for the slaughter
The fight for food and water
Of your sons and daughters
Picked over scraps and fodder

Throw them overboard
We really can't afford
To save the famished horde
We'll feed them to the sword

Man I hate to tell ya
Yeah I hate to tell ya
Oh I hate to tell ya
I really hate to tell ya

Spinning out of control
Indulgence takes its toll
By the moneyed interests
And the herd indifference

Progress running backwards
And all damages factored
I just watch the circus
It always works against us

Man I hate to tell ya
Yeah I hate to tell ya
Oh I hate to tell ya
I really hate to tell ya

Time is running out
Day by day
Look around
We're burning through it all
Nothing there
To break the fall

Time is running out
Day by day
Look around
We're burning through it all
Nothing there
To break the fall
We're tearing down our home
No restraints
No controls
Point of no return
Borrowed time
No lessons learned

Future Scourge! and Shark Teeth - "Bad News"

Small Pizza 3

Originally written and performed by The Children Are Grumpy:
https://soundcloud.com/drew-rowling/seizures

- Thanks for letting us mess with this. Apologies for changing the A# to a Bb mate.

Lyrics: 

Relax		
and take a break,
You’ve had a long long year,
on handbrake
 
The bells they ring in towns you’ve been
The sounds are clear, but you’re 43
It’s way too late to re-create
 
Watching football or playing chess
The bucket list, go watch the Jets,
We drink coffee and dance to Summer Babe

The coffee guy just called your name
 
Pay some tax
Or bake a cake
You want to commandeer
All mistakes
 
Drumming lessons pay for council fees
You’re swimming in bills, it's more surreal
Your feet are cold in the month of May
 
Drinking beer and watching screens
The bucket list, go see your team
We drink coffee and dance to Summer Babe

The coffee guy just called your name,
The coffee guy I swear he called your name, 
Wake up bud, I think he called your name,
Hey there mate, I swear he called your name
 
[Words & Music - The Children Are Grumpy, re-interpreted by The Feckless]

Seizures (All Mistakes - Bb Version)

Seizures (All Mistakes Version)

Wenn ich bei dir aufwach
Gitarre+Vocals Micha
Drehleier Rock Flexible/Elmi Aldepo https://soundcloud.com/rock-flexible
Vocals Naicke
Video Wenn ich bei dir aufwach
https://youtu.be/OwZ3j9ASzJc

Wenn ich bei dir aufwach - Micha, RockFlexible & Naicke

The 1st single of our upcoming album!
Check out the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOxUxT5ZsIg
llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Acoustic Guitar, Keys & Drum Machine Programming
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)

© 2023 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

I'm Dreaming (All Night)

Made in Ableton

Genres;
#Electronic
#EDM
#Experimental

Onwards To Glory

Cubano Bolero

lyrics:

Here's a scene
A local open mic
Who cares where, they all seem to be alike

Oh thank God
Good thing you're here
'Cause I need another Neil Young cover in my ear

You ask me
Do I know this song
I totally do but you insist that I'm wrong

So buy a ten-dollar beer
And kick out the jams
'Cause I'll bet you wish Abigail Devoe had an OnlyFans

You do your set
And get your kicks
I think I seen those stage moves in a video from '86

I do my thang
Some song about wangs
Just an insult to art, an unmusical harangue

But there's a chick on YouTube
Who understands a real man
A dude who wishes Abigail Devoe had an OnlyFans

You don't get
My major depth
The wideness of my artistic breadth

At least back home
You got stuff to hold
With ancient seeds and stems in the crack o' the gatefold

But at the end of the night
With yo' wiener in hand
Wishin' that Abigail Devoe had an OnlyFans

Just dreamin' of Abigail Devoe on OnlyFans
A classic beauty that don't over-tan
Wrapped up in a vintage caftan
A woman that appreciates a well-made flan
Sendin' you her socks for only a grand
Just don't admit that you eat so much bran
Or still drive around in that Chevrolet van
If only the plans in your head would pan
Out

Future Scourge! and Shark Teeth - "Bad News"

Shark Teeth

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