Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Ghost Ride

Proposed Tracklist:
1) Creature of the Tides
2) Galactic Fangs
3) Ghost Ride
4) This is the Age, We Do Not Age
5) Talk to Me
6) Sergeant Stripes
7) NOT FOR SALE sign
8) Kate
9) Nein
10) A New Day Awaits
11) The Morrigan
12) The Castaway's
12) Puppy Dog Tales
13) Clint Friend or Andrew Song
14) Fibonacci Sequence
15) Release the Galactus


Day 1- Overdub/Complete Partials
Galactic Fangs
Not For Sale

Day 2- New Songs
Ghost Ride
Talk to Me

Day 3- Vocals For Music Production
The Morrigan
Fibonacci Sequence

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Sergeant Stripes

Wrinkled coats in summer months
Street lights flicker on
Raised forehead
Dried blood
Near her swollen cheeks

She asks for change and they turn away
They continue on
Beneath a misty fog
But do you hear that train rattling on?
It’s only life

Our day to day (say over :30 in song)

He swears I have the look of God
Smitten upon my face
Ingrained in my skin
Pouring from my mouth

I don’t know what to say

A retired marine,
Selling street spirit
Wearing Nike’s, green stripes on every side
It’s his wisdom I remember while
I’m spitting slang

He shows his wounds
As he rolls up his sleeves
You can see
His scar cost infinitely more
Than the alcohol resting on his tongue
It smells cheap
But who am I

And who are you anyways?

We’re all passing by
Watching his shoes fly
There’s this crazed look in his eye,
Staring into mine
And I see myself staring back
So I am him
We could all be him
In some other place and time,

(in voicebox, like in a megaphone- get from charles)
Alright, ill see ya when I see ya, it’s been a minute
So long Sergeant Stripes

Goodbye Sergeant Stripes

This is all I am in

Release the Galactus

Release the Galactus

(start at guitars)
Release him now
Release the answers
Release the being
Release the piety

They grew too strong,
Can we release the
That Grow around them?

They grew too strong,
Hear them mock
The names
He can crush them

They grew too wise
Open them up my
Lights of gods will erase their shadows

They grew too wise
Flood their temples
Oceans of gods will drown their movements

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

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

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

Now is the time
Must I beg you
To Release (spit fast)
Let me crush them!

Release Me
Release the fountains
Release Me
Release the wailing

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

(have bela Lugosi say Release Me- can we find this? 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”)

Start 5:02
They grew too strong,
Can you release the
Fires of gods
To grow around them?

They grew too strong,
Hear them mock
The names of gods
I can crush them

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

They grew too wise
Flood their temples
Oceans of gods will drown their movement

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

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

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

(have screams blend slowly into regular vocals- Maria screaming, then singing with Hamill, then me- all three intertwined)

The Castaways

We washed ashore
And saw everything and anything as pure
Live lavish,
then you’ll be (flow fast)
singing savage,
on and on you
go through the fray
You’re a time warp (pause)
Into the
Cerebellum, antebellum
Of this record now (spit fast)
Spinning on and on for endless days

We have scratches to save
And your monies exchanged
The melodies of (spit fast)
Our iron butterflies (spit fast)
Spreading their
Invisible wings (spit fast)
We spread salvation indefinitely (spit fast)
In slow motion, the planting of seeds (spit fast)
Lest we (break)
leave (Break)
no thief behind (draw out)

We got six pairs of eyes and
A mouthful of cries

Listen to words
Erupt from my skull
Listen to tips
On urban survival
Listen to plans
On planet betrayal
Listen to sea
Call out for tidal
Listen to phrase
Do not what I do
Listen to dreams
They lie like I do
Listen to signs
All sales are final
Listen to sounds
(repeat under chorus)

Castaways, Castaways, We’re All Castaways

Tossing and turning (spit fast)
Like a spindle weaving a warning (spit fast)
Grooving thru (spit fast)
(accentuate each syllable)
A shock to the system (spit fast)
Brain child with no means to now mention (spit fast)

(tweek out in Galactic Fangs vocal effect- more high end)
Crusty eyes (pause)
Porous, crimson, velvet eyes
Robotic and red (spit fast)
Pearly whites
Taste the sweet sap (Spit fast)
and needle pines
Dry Crisp Ash and forest fires (sing like porous, crimson, velvet eyes)

Why did we start with one big bang?

The world
Is dreaming
Light is seeping
From the window pane
Tracer moves in sequence with our
3D domains
His will has been done
He’s already been named
His face will bare our logo
As he stares insane
His will has been done
He’s already been named
Feel the infinite blackness (spit fast)
Rolling in your icy veins

Castaways, Castaways, We’re All Castaways

If the elements met on a singular beach and exchanged glances and trading cards,
This would feed into his piercing golden brown eyes beaming across vast rolling plains
Raining brimstone as each massive leg crushes those running to their new demagogues
Lining the avenues there,
you must face
the tightly wrapped needle waste
Which lies in waiting

To whom must we give
He is surrounded by the movement of streetlights become twisting shadows whose ties become nooses as they become relished and asphyxiate

Resuscitate this movement
Resuscitate make this live (at this point have these phrases repeating underneath)
Initiate robotic stake cold capture and contemplate the unknown regions of the universe
If they take this task, they make this path, then it will awaken the knowledge of our uniform anonymity
Before me there is a map
Around me there is a sea
Above me are his pearl white fangs
Below me there is a way

Thursday, November 08, 2007

over arch: 4 kids- 4 dreams
Galactus, Bela, gG dream

dreams = hint to get 4 elements
Bela is ot god

Book 3 Cover Song

Bob Dylan's Series of Dreams

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Dimension of Dreams- Album Layout

Lyrics are based on dreams, nightmares
When we publish- no lyrics are printed
only the actual dreams themselves

need to get permission but should be pretty cool

Then for the podcast- we will lay down the entire history of geppetto gestapo and where it originated with our early tracks together

then we release these early tracks as a podcast in itself, a 30 minute EP of two tracks-

Geppetto Gestapo Introduces the Hydrogen Jukebox World

Then Geppetto Gestapo Presents:
Book One: The Vignette Marionettes

and have two new tracks from the album on it as well

Dreams Part 1


*Childhood, recurring nightmare: ninjas and sumo wrestlers would invade our home and attack my family. In my dream the ninjas would creep around the windows of the second story of our house and I remember sumo wrestlers jumping off of the roof and into our pool.
*Teens, recurring nightmare: I was on a plane that was about to crash. Most of the time the front of the airplane was glass so I could see the ground as we plummeted towards it. Once I dreamt that an airplane crashed into our classroom.
*Adult, recurring nightmare: I took lsd accidentally (either I put it in my mouth without thinking or someone tricked me and gave it to me). I would realize right after I took it and then freak out because I didn’t want to start tripping. A few times when I was pregnant with my sons I had dreams that I forgot I was pregnant and took handfuls of drugs and I would wake up crying.
*Spooky dream: I thought I woke up. Lying in bed, I looked out of my bedroom door and saw a lady in 1920's attire standing in my kitchen. She slowly turned to look at me and I realized that she was a corpse. Then I quickly woke up again (or so I thought) and she was attacking me and trying to kill me. When I realized that I was still dreaming, I started shaking my own body trying to wake myself up.
*Another spooky dream: I woke up and there was a woman with dark long hair sitting next to me on the bed. She was blurry so I couldn’t really see what she looked like. She was holding down my arm and trying to stick a needle in it. I was really dizzy and couldn't fight back. Then I thought I woke up out of that and I was so relieved until I saw her crossing in front of my bed and she came back over and sat next to me again on the bed. I begged myself to wake up until I finally did.
*Sexual dream: I was having an orgy (gang bang style) with Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, and my husband's two best friends in an upscale hotel room. They were all smoking cigars while they took turnes f-ing me.
*Sexual dream: I had a dream once that I was dating this really creepy looking guy (looked kinda like marilyn manson..but creepy). I was reading the newspaper when I came across an article about him. He was a wanted serial killer. I went over to his house knowing he wasn’t home and started snooping around. His house was dark and filled with knives and candles and pictures of women. I realized that he was going to kill me. All of a sudden he came home and I tried to hide in a closet. I realized there was a tunnel that led out of the closet. I tried to run off through there but he found me and chased after me. I was panicked and scared but I soon realized that I couldn’t run anymore so I just surrendered. He escorted me back to into his house. At first I was scared but then the experience started feeling very erotic and I looked at him and found myself intrigued and turned on by his murderous nature. That led to really amazing sex and afterwards as we were lying in bed, I decided I was in love with him and that I wanted to help him escape and go into hiding. I packed up my car and we started driving out of town. Soon, we were being chased by cops and somewhere along the way I woke up.
*Random dream: I had a dream once that I was a character in mortal kombat. I was actually fighting other characters as points were adding up in the corner of my dream. Once I would beat a character they would vanish and another one would appear.

My dreams have always made me question just how much psychic filth is still clinging to my consciousness-colon every moring, but the following is unsettling because I think it is solid evidence of blurring dreams.

Perhaps 'solid' is the wrong word because it involves me waking up wet. There's at least a teacup distributed evenly across my shirt. Not my shorts, only my shirt. Not funny.

I wake up to this on my back, even though I always sleep on my side, and hurry to the bathroom to wash it off. There is no smell of human or cat urine, no dampness on the bed. Not funny.

This happend once, but recently enough.
Knowing that I talk in my sleep is bad enough.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Book 3: The Dimension of Dreams

or Book 3: Hydrogen Jukebox World

One of those titles- Story-

Dimension of Dreams works better because the next part will be storylines- many dreams that were part of Book 2 will be examined more fully in the scope of individuals in the plot- galactus, gG, Bela, and those of 4 kids- the kids each has a dream of a certain element- each element is a piece of a puzzle, a map that leads them on to the whale- the whale, the largest never seen by explorers, is the size of a iceberg- in this iceberg, or whale's belly is the map to create a space pod, an escape for humanity in case the evil galactus and bela lugosi wins over- the bela of the 3rd book is a old testament vengeful God, finally done dealing with the dreams- he combats gG by plagues and many of the things a vengeful deity could be capable of- this is the story line-

the dreams are fair game to cover any topic on my mind- any issue
the story line for the book is with the kids

thats the next album- but far from this as of yet

Friday, November 02, 2007

Artist to work with- Cuz Taylor