The Unscene Supper Klub

Caught between some poison frame, like some wordless author or a paper thin crown, the game of days had gotten lame - soaked in oil and water and weed to weigh them down. Thus, I came upon a crew with music bright and new that brewed in gifted few. We fused like few others do we sang upon a cliff-side a kinship then ensued. They've separate eyes but I call them Francobollo Like fleeting skies a friendship could sustain ... like songs jammed only once. By the grace of Yama's rainbow tune, beneath the marquee moon that Butcher Pete consumed... Bengt Gritty ignites a snare typhoon - and paints a rhythm coastline like a treble clef of dunes. Dr Sound is gone now, and I need some explanation but the door is open til he finds his destination... I just hope that he finds it soon. To each I say to you, Live on! and celebrate the dark times you see along the ride. For each degree of knowing's spell, I mean to know you well like past times our makers have devised. You'll survive, your sound is too demanding! So keep alive that fire in your shell, 'Cause there's always fire when love is inspiration... And it's inspiring when you know you've got through hell. So keep close knowing's spell... And toast all te good you'll sell... And long live life as well...