Friday, October 26, 2007

Talk to Me

:

And I've lived this life
That you've given to me
And soon you'll be gone
So talk to me
Talk to me

Those cells,
those tubes
Not veins
They're not you

That pride
That pulse
Let go
Let's talk

And We'll
Be Alright
Wait and See
We'll be alright
Eventually

As it knocks
We look away
But not tomorrow
Not today

Why now?
What's the cause?
What did I do?
How us?

And We'll
Be Alright
Wait and See
We'll be alright
Eventually

(end here, drifting wood is the feeling)

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Release the Galactus

Release the Galactus

Release him now
Release the answers
Release the being
Release the piety

They grew too strong,
Can we release the
Fires
of
gods
To grow around them?

They grew too strong,
Hear them mock
The names of gods
Can we crush them?

They grew too wise
Open up the
Lights of gods that will erase their shadows

They grew too wise
Let us flood their temples as
Oceans of gods drown their movements

You are too kind
Will you allow them
To simply smash all we have built together?

You are too kind
Can we stand fast
While they corrupt our dreams and meadows?

Now is the time!
We must fill their valleys with waves of pain and sorrow

Now is the time
Must I beg you?
Release
My
Will and
Let me crush them!

Release Me
Release the fountains
Release Me
Release the gnashing

Release Me (sing and continue under repetition of first verse)

(Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff Radio, Royalty Free Recitation of their Raven tale found on archive dot org, search Bela Lugosi- Have sample with singing of release me- "Then do it" "There is a way" "First you must do something for me" "torture and murder"

"a man's face was mutilated and burned"
"you put the burning torch into his face, his eyes")

We must fill their valleys with waves of sorrow
We must fill their valleys with waves of sorrow
We must fill their valleys with waves of sorrow
We must fill their valleys with waves of sorrow

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Bela Lugosi as God in Plans of the Planets

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Notice to the Door Part 2: Disruption of Dreams



Hello Citizens of Earth,

The fog and haze of dreams are slowly becoming maddening nightmares, like little creatures summoned from the ocean tides. For nights upon nights in my dimension out here in the vacuums of space, your self absorbed pictures are moving through each lobe of this ghostly form, into my brain breaking cognitive waves, a resounding disruption leaving me here reeling, angry, unsure why it is that this is happening?

I wonder if you all know? Can you still hear me , Oklahoma?

Can you feel my agitation?

The wars, the riddled dead every day mounting up with disease, victims of abuse, victims of ideology, made up, insulating each of you, twisting you, pushing you to absorb yourself in the outer reaches of commercialism? Is it all worth it?

Is it?

People of earth, am I worthy of metaphysical rebellion?

Do not answer. It appears this is so as I continue tto witness it on the tiny video screens behind my eyelids.

Each folly, each success, each trip to the park while visiting with friends, each person you pass along the crowded downtown areas of your metropolitan cities, lead to macroscopic realizations as I am forced to sit through your stories and scenes of happiness and despair.

Do I care- not really.

I never had much interest in your pathetic little world until those of you decided to research other planets with rudimentary robots, red and emeregging haze of intergalactic dawn. You realize you are entering dangerous territory. These past civilizations met a similar ruin as you may very well obtain.

Let me emphasize, you will not find anything there that will allow you to discern my purpose.

So give up and you will live in the peace of your wars.

Worship the blood dripping from my galactic fangs and be well,

Bela Lugosi aka GOD

Monday, October 15, 2007

Song Notes

1) End of Album- Isis Song- lots of screaming, we end with the earth in utter peril, the gG within the reach of utter defeat, the galactus is erupting from the core, the mask seen on televisions 50 years prior on some random day in some random minute that happend to be at 3:45AM on a specific station in the middle of Oklahoma- this is the end- the radio broadcast- hello citizens of earth, this is Bob Stanson from KXOU, he will appear in the quake of his dreams, I repeat he will appear in the quakes of his dreams

end of album

2) The Morrigan- spoken word is from Hamill- we transition at, "into the ocean she pushed me off"

3) Song for dad, Talk to me, it builds, maybe sound of bass guitar with distortion as it builds and builds, get crazy effects as it rumbles the speakers, eventually is said! And the song is as calm as an ocean, big on melody here, mimics a part or complements main melody

Talk to Me

And I’ve lived this life
That you’ve given to me
And soon you’ll be gone
So talk to me
Talk to me

Those cells,
those tubes
Not veins
They’re not you

That pride
That pulse
Let go
Let’s talk

(get louder, sing similar refrain)

And We’ll
Be Alright
Wait and See
We’ll be alright
Eventually


As it knocks
We look away
But not tomorrow
Not today

Why now?
What’s the cause?
What did I do?
How us?

And We’ll
Be Alright
Wait and See
We’ll be alright
Eventually

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Letter from the Creator

For Bulletin Posts:


Hello Citizens of Earth,

As I write you from the comforts of the 6th dimension, I can only give you my word that the fires and brimstone being propagated by your insolent clergymen and soothesayers are baseless and untrue.

I know our meeting has been tumultuous. It pains me too that some of you insist on usurping my rule, but my intentions are good. You have been fooled for the last thousands of years about the nature of your universe. This is not my fault, we all must stumble onto truth in our own way. You are here as an experiment I give you life, therefore you must live and develop in your own way.

The coming centuries will be prosperous if you submit and go on about your lives. But you cannot leave Earth.

EVER.

This is my only rule. If you decide to challenge me once again as humans have done since your creation billions of years ago, you will ruin your world. If you decide to do it, so be it. That is your destiny. Continue forth in your endeavors to leave and the Earth will be swallowed.

Before I depart from this letter being sent to your tiny domains out in the nebulous world of cyberspace, keep in mind your pursuits of outerspace and how much harm they can do for you and your people. You can travel the depths of space, across galaxies, but you will not find yourselves, you will not save yourselves, you will only hurry your own demise.

Do not heed the drums sounded by your miserable band of rebels, geppetto gestapo. Their new collection of works of music, [p]lans of the [P]lanets are NOT and will NOT be the type of movement sparking revolution akin to Martin Luther nailing demands to some wooden church door.

They are meant to mislead you against me, and it would be unwise to follow the ongoing recording of:

[p]lans of the [P]lanets by [g]eppetto [G]estapo

Worship the blood dripping from my galactic fangs and be well,

Bela Lugosi aka GOD

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

[p]lans of the [P]lanets

Finished Vocals:
Creature of the Tides
His Galactic Fangs
Not For Sale Sign
Kate There, Overlooks Behr Ave

Instrumentals:
This is the Age, We Do Not Age
Bela Lugosi Piano Song (needs title)

Partial Vocals:
The Castaways (32 bars at end of song)
Seargent Stripes (first half complete, new melody at 2:20)

Writing Vocals:
Isis Song
Fast Beat Song
Dad's Talk to Me Song

Ready to Record:
Fibonacci Sequence
New Day Awaits