It's another Hoopshank-Rost series! This one is called Ever-Revolving Mechanical Fairy Forest. The lyrics are my third-hand retelling of a dream by one of Hoopshank's friends. We sketched out the series with great ambition, and that's probably why we never came back to it. I've wanted to delve in and at least finish the writing and FAWM-style recording of these songs.
In the first song, the dreamer encounters enchanted furniture.
Hoops wrote and played the first part of this recording, and I wrote and played/sang the latter part.
I am sitting on a creature
Masquerading as a chair
While its concubine, the table
Plays a hand of solitaire
And the lamp is dressed for evening
Wearing luminescent jewels
And the chair thinks that's excessive
But the sofa sits and drools
"Would you like to see the wood?"
Inquires the other chair (they're twins)
"Oh yes, you would," repeats the piano
"Wouldn't he, old violin?"
Would you like to see the wood?
"He's sage, very sage
Very sage for his age
Just a mere sapling,"
The ottoman says
"Very well, if you insist"
Booms a voice that comes from - where?
It's not coming from the table
Or the lamp or either chair
I am swallowed up by woodenness
Trembling in its teeth
Staring into darkness
Wondering what's underneath
It smells of blood or metal
And its heart ticks like a clock
I can hear its gears revolving
And its mighty jaw unlock
Would I like to see the wood?