Firewood is any wooden material that is gathered and used for fuel. Generally, firewood is not highly processed and is in some sort of recognizable log or branch form.
Firewood is a renewable resource. However, demand for this fuel can outpace its ability to regenerate on local and regional level. For example in some places in the world and through history, the demand has led to desertification. Good forestry practices and improvements in devices that use firewood can improve the local wood supplies.
Since firewood has been used by humans for a long time, there are many terms and concepts to describe it.
Firewood can either be seasoned (dry) or unseasoned (green). It can be classed as hardwood or softwood. In most of the United States, the standard measure of firewood is a cord or 128 cubic feet (3.6 m3), however, firewood can also be sold by weight. The BTU value can have an impact upon the price.
Harvesting or collecting firewood varies by the region and culture. Some places have specific areas for firewood collection. Other places may integrate the collection of firewood in the cycle of preparing a plot of land to grow food as part of a field rotation process. Collection can be a group, family or an individual activity. The tools and methods for harvesting firewood are diverse.
Regina Ilyinichna Spektor (Russian: Реги́нa Ильи́нична Спе́ктор, IPA: [rʲɪˈɡʲinə ˈspʲɛktər], English: /rɨˈdʒiːnə ˈspɛktər/; born February 18, 1980) is an American singer-songwriter and pianist. Her music is associated with the anti-folk scene centered in New York City's East Village.
Spektor was born in Moscow, Soviet Union in 1980 to a musical Russian Jewish family. Her father, Ilya Spektor, is a photographer and amateur violinist. Her mother, Bella Spektor, was a music professor in a Soviet college of music and now teaches at a public elementary school in Mount Vernon, New York. She has a brother Barry (Bear), who was featured in track 7, "* * *", or "Whisper", of her 2004 album, Soviet Kitsch.
She learned how to play piano by practising on a Petrof upright that was given to her mother by her grandfather. She was also exposed to the music of rock and roll bands such as The Beatles, Queen, and The Moody Blues by her father, who obtained such recordings in Eastern Europe and traded cassettes with friends in the Soviet Union. The family left the Soviet Union in 1989, when Regina was nine and a half, during the period of Perestroika, when Soviet citizens were permitted to emigrate. Regina had to leave her piano behind. The seriousness of her piano studies led her parents to consider not leaving the USSR, but they finally decided to emigrate, due to the ethnic and political discrimination that Jews faced. Spektor is fluent in Russian and reads Hebrew, and has since paid tribute to her Russian heritage, quoting the poem February by the Russian poet Boris Pasternak in her song Après Moi, and stating “I’m very connected to the language and the culture.”
The piano is not firewood yet
They try to remember but still they forget
That the heart beats in threes
Just like a waltz
And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from your cold hospital bed
You're not dying
Everyone knows you're going to live
So you might as well start trying
The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I'll take it apart, call up my friends
And we'll warm up our hands by the fire
Don't look so shocked
Don't judge so harsh
You don't know
You are only spying
Everyone knows it's going to hurt
But at least we'll get hurt trying
The piano is not firewood yet
But a heart can't be helped
And it gathers regret
Someday you'll wake up and feel a great pain
And you'll miss every toy you ever owned
You'll want to go back
You'll wish you were small
Nothing can slow the crying
You'll take the clock off of your wall
And you'll wish it was lying
Love what you have and you'll have more love
You're not dying
Everyone knows you're going to love
Go home to your girl
Pay the bills and lock your door
Now check the news and
Try to find someone who died
Go on make a truck
Through the kitchen
To the back fridge
To ease your mind and
Take it off those unpleasant times
Well I'm so sorry I don't spend my time chopping firewood
And I'm so sorry I don't take pride in the size a my truck
And I'm so sorry I don't take advice from any person close to me
And I'm so happy cause I don't listen to a word you say to me
Don't change a thing
Cause your life is perfect man
You got everything
That you could need
So slam your fists onto the table
And curse yourself for letting it go like this
Well I'm so sorry I don't spend my time chopping firewood
And I'm so sorry I don't take pride in the size a my truck
And I'm so sorry I don't take advice from any person close to me
And I'm so happy cause I don't listen to a word you say to me
Your mind
Is an airport
Where nothing, no one stays
Well I'm so sorry I don't spend my time chopping firewood
And I'm so sorry I don't take pride in the size a my truck
And I'm so sorry I don't take advice from any person close to me
And I'm so happy cause I don't listen to a word you say to me
And I'm so sorry I don't spend my time chopping firewood
And I'm so sorry I don't take pride in the size a my truck
And I'm so sorry I don't take advice from any person close to me