[g]eppetto [G]estapo

Updates Updates Updates

2010-09-22T08:47:00.001-07:00

Well, well, well. If you are listening, my eyes are now watering.

but who is listening when the sounds of the modern world are like a typhoon trying to catch the BART in a tunnel?

loud.

but here we are with some updates to fall upon deafened ears.

the album is very close to completion. 17 tracks as of now.

with a few tweeks and twirls of the fingers on knobs and we are there.

we are in the midst of creating several videos to enhance and portray to you what we are, who we are, and what we will be about.

to say that everything is riding on our premier artistic statement of love and grief is an understatement. everything rides when this is everything we are, the jingle of change in the pocket to create it, several sessions of deep rumination in the early morning hour, tinkering with words and fragments of everything to come to some consensus about what a story this already is and will be in the future.

we have a single for a song we did for a rather special occasion, 80's Nite. Dropping in a month or so, several remixes, maybe a cover song.

we are shooting in LA next month.

we are animating our friend and artist, Taylor Ellis's, work, via animator, Chris Riazi for our first single, (g)alacticFANGS.

things are popping like corks of champagne all the way in the fat cats domain on Wall Street burning down the world one cent ata time.

need a good challenge?

we're up for it.

are you?

(g)eppettoGESTAPO

(g)alacticSON in the mix

2010-08-30T11:03:00.000-07:00

(g)alacticSON proudly presents (s)omeSONGS vol. II

2010-08-05T12:10:00.001-07:00

Some Songs Vol. 2.mp3

(g)alacticSON proudly presents (s)omeSONGS vol. 2

thus beckons the beginning of the end of the summer season.

oh how it likes to always be in a state of winding down.

all the life of the past drifting further into the rearview.

but don't be afraid to look up and consider your options.

some songs might make the light come on when you're stumbling drunk, dark into the night. a fading shadow graffiti'ing a pile of bills a mile high.

the picture of the significant other reflecting the cool waves beaming down from the moon signs and happens upon a frightened forehead.

where will we be but for tomorrow calling out to swim upstream, cross lines, snap photos, be apart of the ebb and flow of the ether spilling from hungry souls battling universal time?

so turn these up.

turn them on.

lose control of yourselves.

seethe and cry out shaking uncontrollably.

palpate pulsating heartbeats

rushing with ambition

and intellectual curiosity.

i am only a litany of an artist lost in habit and intrigue by offering songs seemingly penned for you and me? fresh to feast upon like Bill to the neck of that shrieking telepath Sookie.

galactic fangs can only become a mediocre design

with its lethality hovering above

the lamb of carotid artery quietly but fearfully

calling out for a good draining

for a sacrifice

from a technology

corroding the papers

on our fleshy calloused fingers.

a balancing act of epic proportions.

and all the while.

does one sit back?

or does one

roll down the windows,

spread evolving arms,

and glide

and you're almost there.

and

what do we have but each other?

what do we do when the phone goes cold?

call them in the midst of its soundtrack.

an hour and twenty of musical mysticism delivered from the countless minds taking the fight to the masses through alternate artistry,

here's some songs. a volume part two.

(g)alacticSON proudly presents (s)omeSONGS vol. II

1. The Gaudy Side of Town by Gayngs

2. I Do Voo Doo (feat. Gudrun) by Dubblestandart

3. Come with Me by CEO

4. Rachel by Sleigh Bells

5. Don't Turn the Lights on by Chromeo

6. Fo Yo Sorrows by Big Boi, George Clinton, and Too $hort, and Sam Chris

7. Shorty Said (Gordon Voidwell Remix) by Das Racist

8. Tonight by The Spits

9. What Did My Lover Say by Wolf Parade

10. Freeway by Kurt Vile

11. Meet Me in the Basement by Broken Social Scene

12. Four Walls (galacticSON Blessed Beats remix)

13. Rhinestone Eyes by Gorillaz

14. You Got the Dirtee Love (Live) by Florence + the Machine & Dizzee Rascal

15. Master Cleanse (California) by Yosiah Wolf

16. Something Good Coming by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

17. Horny Hippies by The Dodo's

18. Indoorsy by Baths

19. Summer Holiday by Wild Nothing

20. Amp Circuit by DJ Mayonnaise

21. It's What I Want by Röyksopp

22. Angel Echoes by Four Tet

Artwork from Lost in the Fog

2010-08-03T17:12:00.000-07:00

Our song Spirit of Time visually presented by artist, Taylor Ellis

The Future

2010-07-28T07:43:00.000-07:00

This is your old pal Curt here.

Once again, talking to himself.

Lost in a viral sea of information.

A blink of an eye.

A speck of dust lost and adrift in a sparkling universe of stars and monsters.

blah blah blah.

We are in the midst of a video podcast to introduce you to our vision.

3 years in the making.

Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog is upon us.

Please put on your helmets.

@@@(g)alacticSON proudly presents (t)raJEDI@@@

2010-05-14T02:06:00.001-07:00

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This all started when my sister, Claire , was visiting on her Spring Break in mid March. It was late and we were talking about life, philosophy, history, everything under the sun. Suddenly the conversation steered towards classic greek tragedy and universal story archetypes. It led to the simple mentioning of the most iconic fantasy of my childhood, Star Wars. Director George Lucas had presented a visual renaissance while using the classic stories of redemption, good and evil.

This created a wild idea for a podcast. Star Wars. Tragedy. traJEDI. Born. Then and there. Sample, mix, and churn a statement on Star Wars and this connection.

As a kid, I remember my father reading Sci-Fi books nightly, bad Sci Fi movies on the SyFy channel every Saturday; I mean, they could be a "space ship" that was a garbage pail with lights hangin the fuck off it and the man was entertained.

But there was something to its inadequacy.

The new generation will not know how many movies, although with hokey special effects, were magical because they actually weren't very realistic looking. Before Avatar felt like I could meet one of the characters outside the theatre, it became real in our minds. As a kid, watching the hero Luke Skywalker battle Darth Vader, and hearing the revolting screams of his insanity as it is revealed that the cloaked, masked villain is his father, left me stunned. The camaraderie of the rebels, fighting against an Empire, still my most favorite story line. Internally, I feel that rebellion must become one's pursuit of change, and the novel by Albert Camus, The Rebel,probably is an extension of being a Rebel as a kid. But overall Star Wars was the most exciting story I had ever seen or thought about, no matter how many times I watched the series.

Every toy, shirt, halloween costume, each special limited new edition bought with every new tech format, VHS, DVD, was a treasure to behold. Even now, my love affair with Endor can be witnessed in the Redwoods or out back in the Presido of San Francisco where Lucas's global empire resides next to a statue of Yoda. The AT-AT's from Empire Strikes Back were inspired by the cranes near the Bay Bridge. Star Wars has and will always define my innocence and what the human imagination can strive to become in the minds of humans.

And the Prequels are the loss of innocence. Interesting that as Star Wars itself details the tragedy of love and hate, the media franchise itself follows a similar arc amongst many disgruntled fans.

And this thematic connection between Shakespearean plays such as Hamlet or MacBeth and Return of the Jedi became apparent. I like to work in very loose frameworks, anything goes. One of my favorite authors Kurt Vonnegut did this in one of my favorite novels, Timequake, and it has inspired many changes in my life. That's my Holy Book.

So it is with music.

I love these subjects, and I have tried to intertwine as many pop culture, tongue in cheek, and personal experiences into this arrangement of music than any before I've done. Started with (c)osmicCAMBRIAN, but (t)raJEDI is a step further. The beginning and end are remixes of instrumentals where I lend my own vocal inspirations of those pieces, at the beginning of the podcast it's my geppetto persona, (g)alacticSON over DJ Signify's incredible Five Leaves Left, spitting rhymes as the Millenium Falcon hits light speed, and we end over an epic Red Sparowes track with my Kurtz Oneday persona of before like a zombie from the dead screaming like a banshee bein burned alive like a Jawa in the deserts of Tatooine.

The music of the artists are largely represented by modern artists, music happening now, where the future of tomorrow is like 10 light years. Speaking with pennies in their pockets, art for art's sake, filling niches in the iPods and phones of the masses. Some of my favorites but would be Frightened Rabbit, Yeasayer, White Hinterland, Sole, Son Lux, Kid Cudi, Gorillaz, Sparklehorse, Caribou, oOoOO, Die Antwood, White Rings, Subtle, and Red Sparowes. Those are some of my faves but I try and pick songs that are ear worms. They worm their way into your brain to create many multicolored universes.

Put it in your iPod, spend some time downloading from your phone (sorry it's a big file to give quality of sound! Note: if you want a ZIP file let me know and I'll send ya one), and take off in a TIE Fighter, X-wing, AT-AT, or cruise the desert dunes of Millionyoung's Mien. It's all good.

Also, this is a heavily sampled podcast from all over the place: Aeschylus’s Oresteia performed in 1983 on BBC, Star Wars Commericals, Muppet Show, Shakespeare’s Hamlet & Macbeth, Star Wars Public Service Announcement, comedy routine by Eddie Izzard, a movie called Hardware Wars, and many more. Fun stuff.

I keep putting these out because I love trying to make an arrangement that is an experience for all my friends out there living under the hum of a mother culture, a buzz while you rest, it's what i have learned to hear. Window half open, the buzz of the light saber slicing, dicing it's way into my human experience. Music is my life force. For me, this is like going to a store and finding that one antique which speaks from another time. Ben Kinobi in the shadows providing assurances that the Force will guide you and us from the darkest of moments.

My darkest moment was in that dark room in a hospice unit and locking eyes with my father with the hallowing screams of sickness making the pages of my book run its ink. The ending of this podcast goes there and takes out the anger, Emperor Palpatine, screams while shooting jolts of electricity through the writhing body of the last Jedi knight in the universe. My voice crackled, it was pitch black, and I was there vocalizing to the heavens that my father's story feels similar to Darth Vader's. The story of redemption, fallibility, humanity. Without my father's sacrifice and bravery, who would I be? Without his example, while witnessing his own worse obsessions leading to some personal ruin, would I have met Karen, would I be working at the grocery store, conjuring up songs, passionately putting myself in the arts as it was my savior when the world was crumbling around me, when the stress of another test or paper, was like grasping for straws on which would lead to a panic attack over the utter powerlessness one feels in these circumstances. It was the tragedy of the American Dream all around me.

And so, I have to thank my sister, Claire, a budding artist herself, for the inspiration and her bravery facing worse than I ever did. She's the rock to me. Remember, sis, see it through. Get to the canvas. What you got?

I have and I now without further ado, present a labor of love representing my feelings on the human experience and its storytellers, music makers.

And as always, may the schwartz be with you!

(note: times are provided here and on track; in iTunes right click and go to Get Info & Lyrics)

g)alacticSON proudly presents (t)raJEDI
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Introduction: TraJEDI
1. DJ Signify- Five Leaves Left (galacticSON remix) /4:17/
2. Frightened Rabbit- Footshooter /7:50/
3. Yeasayer- O.N.E. /11:54/
4. Son Lux- Weapons IV (Nico Muhly remix) /17:00/
5. Star Crackout- Hudson Mohawke /21:00/
6. Millionyoung- Mien /25:30/
7. Boombox- Midnight On The Run /28:12/
8. Glass Candy- Feeling Without Touching /37:45/
9. Kid Cudi- Soundtrack 2 My Life /41:25/
10. Shape of Broad Minds- Solo (underwater) [feat. Deborah Jordan] /45:20/
11. Gorillaz- On Melancholy Hill /49:07/
12. The Mighty Underdogs- So Sad (feat. Julian & Damian Marley) /53:00/
13. Sparklehorse- Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd) [feat. Thom Yorke] /56:16/
14. Zola Jesus- Night /1:03:29/
15. Tiesto- Feel It In My Bones (feat. Tegan & Sara) /1:06:16/
16. Delorean- Apocalypse Night Fight /1:11:00/
17. Caribou- Odessa /1:17:22/
18. JJ- My Life /1:27:00/
19. Sole- Push It /1:28:50/
20. Die Antwoord- Enter The Ninja /1:32:20/
21. Cults- Go Outside /1:37:00/
22. White Hinterland- Cataract /1:40:19/
23. oOoOO- NoShore /1:45:00/
24. White Ring- IxC999 /1:49:28/
25. Metric- Gold Guns Girls /1:54:30/
26. Smashing Pumpkins- Song For A Son /1:58:30/
27. Baroness- A Horse Called Golghotha /2:04:43/
28. Subtle- Eneby Kurs /2:09:57/
29. Wu Tang Clan- Get Them Out Ya Way Pa /2:15:00/
30. Lee “Scratch” Perry- War Dub /2:19:18/
31. Pantaleimon- At Dawn (Vogel) /2:21:25/
32. Red Sparowes- As Each End Looms And Subsides (galacticSON remix) /2:25:00/

(g)alacticSON proudly presents ### (b)roodBLOCK ###

2010-02-05T08:53:00.001-08:00

(b)roodBLOCK.mp3

g)alacticSON proudly presents (b)roodBLOCK

Hello fellow human,

Been a rainy season here in San Francisco, snowy in other parts of the US, and disastrous to entire populations on small islands like Haiti.

Where is the world going?
Which part of the slope are we on?

This sort of paranoia just saturates me at this point. Obama came into the office and the country split further, fragmented, and special interests won the day, yet also drove the people to bring back a balance. Therefore, the most consistent thematic element in this block of brooding is . . . change.

Examing change and the thoughts and minds of the people and how hard it is not only to change a financial situation but a social situation, as well. We are at times one voice, connected at all moments, but at others disconnected from real knowledge and social interactions to create sympathy, altruism, and refrain from callous indifference.

But the lines were drawn in the sand long before now, because as the millennium neared, we added wooden poles, then later in to the millennium we built fences, then bricks, then steel, then mines and heavy artillery, till all we became were a series of elephants in the room. In the news we watch, in the people or products we support, the massive division within American society seems to grow, strengthen. But all is not lost, we don't need to agree on many things but respect each other, believe we are striving to overcome this moment, and we need to learn, we need to all grow individually and seek out our dreams while bettering our communities. This is the America that led to its leadership and ever prosperity.

And we all screwed up and played a part in our current situation

Because the American Dream, once aligned with Manifest Destiny across East to West, now continues on in foreign sand and in Walmarts on every block. What once was striving for self improvement and societal commitment has changed to exaggerated aspects of individualism and narcissism. We are not lost, however.

Because we are still these people, even if there are those who have put their own wealth and gain above you and I, those who have taken advantage of our faith in what I have just described as a once robust yet flawed American society. We believed in our leaders to do the right thing, and now we can't seem to trust anyone or anything.

So what to do given this?

Brood, of course.

As I step off the podium, in summary, this is the feeling of what's going on here. Littered within it's 99 minutes of 99 problems examined in 99 different metaphysical ways, you will find many quotes and songs from influential political, social, artistic individuals. Some of which were all of these profession at the same time.

We have hip hop, punk, electronic, rock, and things unclassifiable, because the lines are blurred more than ever and art manifests itself as the ultimate emergent of our people and technology. We can once again explore space travel, and create a universe of positivity and infinity on our own planet.

I hope you enjoy the block. All the thinkers, music lovers, and philosophers are hanging out waiting to speak with you and to listen to you.

So step up to the podium, let your voice be heard.

1. Four Tet- She Just Likes to Fight (In Flight (g)alacticSON remix)
2. RJD2- The Stranger
3. The Knife- The Colouring of Pigeons
4. Sole- My President w/ Jared Paul of Prayers for Atheists
5. Small Black- Despicable Dogs (Washed Out Remix)
6. White Hinterland- Icarus
7. Lupe Fiasco- Angel Remix
8. Heavyweight Dub Champion- Promised Land
9. Darkstar- Aidy's Girl's a Computer
10. Huun-Huur-Tu- Far Away from Home (DA LOOP Radio Edit)
11. Fucked Up- Hidden World
12. Jay Reatard- I Know a Place (RIP Jay, May 1, 1980 – January 13, 2010)
13. PS I Love You- Facelove
14. Easy Star All-Stars- With a Little Dub From My Friends
15. Vampire Weekend- Giving Up the Gun
16. The Fireman- Lovers in a Dream
17. Console- my dog eats beats
18. Memory Tapes- Green Night
19. Freddie Gibbs- Crushin' Feelin's
20. Burial- Fostercare
21. Sigur Rós- Hafsól

Thanks again to all my friends who request it, support it, download it, and help ME continue it. Love yall!

Where do I go to gather this all:

iTunes
lots of amazing friends

http://www.pitchfork.com
http://www.emusic.com
http://www.amazon.com
http://bomarrblog.blogspot.com

gLOM

2010-01-15T12:35:00.000-08:00

the character: gLOM

check out the new EPs

the new EP's are here for you!

2010-01-14T20:00:00.000-08:00

THE FIRST IS our reflection and prediction of the future story, the future battle outside and within the realm of a sci fi adventure between glom & glame, Bela, the Galactus, and all the others.

LOST IN THE FOG
&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://geppettogestapo.bandcamp.com/album/lost-in-the-fog-ep"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Forever by gEPPETTO Gestapo&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

and the other is a remix and cover for you to feast on. The Cure and Clint Mansell's piece from the movie, The Fountain. Redefining, leaving a stamp.

INcommunication
&amp;amp;lt;a href="http://geppettogestapo.bandcamp.com/album/incommunication-ep"&amp;amp;gt;Disintegration (The Cure cover) by gEPPETTO Gestapo&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;

(g)alacticSON proudly presents $$$ (c)osmiCAMBRIAN $$$

2009-12-17T14:08:00.001-08:00

click here to download:

(c)osmiCAMBRIAN.mp3

Just in time.

I have gift for you to unwrap with several rap (laugh) trax.

I'm your bloody Secret Santa as they say across the pond. But not literally bloody. Wouldn't that be a great horror flick? Secret Santa. "You've Been Naughty, now you're Diced." Potential direct to DVD.

Anyways. Me? Ramble?

Ok, so this podcast has been a true labor of love, and it has taken a few months to conceptualize and organize for optimal listening pleasure. Something for everyone. Rock. Hip Hop. Electro. Reggae. Dance. Metal. Most of it is here for you, as would befit the name cosmic cambrian. My robotic spinning pre-paleozoic molecular minotaurs would destroy the dinos. For sure.

And that's what I have for you to devour. A stomping affair about a cosmic creature coming to rule the earth again. Cosmic bronto's and tyrrano's crushing the countryside with galactic beats and other feats of incredible strength. A running dialogue between man and machine, all that could have been. or bean.

Also included, and the concluding track of the podcast, i am proud to release a new track featuring my good friend, Mad Scientist, and included in the new EP from my project, (g)eppettoGESTAPO, which will be dropping any week now.

I wish everyone a safe holiday and happy new year!

Been a tough year but one of the best. Going to be a great 2010!

(g)alacticSON proudly presents (c)osmiCAMBRIAN

Introduction & other music by Curt Allday aka (g)alacticSON utilizing splendid gear made possible by the engineer and good buddy, Jon Gerdemann, the artist inspirations from Taylor Ellis and my best friend and brother Clint Allday. All the love from my beautiful wife to be, Karen Lippman, all the strength she gives me. The indomitable strength of my sister and artist, Claire Allday. And of course, my friends from all over, you know who you are, and you all have given me the strength to carry on in life.

Happy Holidays!!!

The Radio Samples were accessed via archive.org @
http://www.archive.org/details/TheKrakenWakes_cbc

It is a CBC, Vancouver radio adaptation from 1965 of "The Kraken Wakes"--an apocalyptic science fiction novel by John Wyndham.

enjoy!

(g)alacticSON proudly presents (c)osmiCAMBRIAN
1. modeselektor- The White Flash (with Thom Yorke) 2:08
2. bat for lashes- Pearl’s Dream (6:12)
3. choir of young believers- Action/Reaction (10:30)
4. saul williams- Skin of a Drum (14:45)
5. delorean- As Time Breaks Off (D.A.R.Y.L. RMX) (18:37)
6. danzig- Come to Silver (Acoustic) (24:10)
7. sufjan stevens- John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (27:10)
8. royksopp- This Must Be It (This Could Be Thin White Duke Remix) (30:03)
9. the very best- Julia (37:00)
10. themselves- Gold Teeth Will Roll (40:45)
11. peeping tom- Don’t Even Trip (44:30)
12. islands- Shining (50:00)
13. serengeti & polyphonic- Puppydog Love (53:51)
14. the beta band- Al Sharp (56:53)
15. octavius- Before You Go Away (60:21)
16. girls- Lauren Marie (64:20)
17. sole & the skyrider band- Longshots (68:33)
18. the mountain goats- Psalms 40:2 (73:33)
19. baroness- The Gnashing (76:34)
20. lee “scratch” perry- Dreadlocks in Moonlight (82:17)
21. dizzee rascal- Can’t Tek No More (86:50)
22. subtle- Sinking Pinks (89:10)
23. vitalic- See the Sea (Blue) (94:32)
24. (g)eppettoGESTAPO- inCOMMUNICATION (98:36)

Things Rolling, Wind Brewing, Mind Melting

2009-11-22T19:47:00.000-08:00

Awww, the gaping laughing and mocking of the absurdity of life.

a book list of sorts. authors and books that pull out your brain stem, they allow your brain to move past the petty facade before us, the rules and regulations and simple solutions and the cars and the media devices that end up dividing but possibly in the end uniting us. it's all before us. and we are apart of this, part of you out there who may be thinking about there being more or the whys the wheres and the hows of mechanical evolution after our physical remodeling, our spiritual disconnected existence. laying awake thinking the same things. what are we doing here? what is the purpose? and that is to speak of it. as Frank Herbert wrote,
"Fear is the mindkiller."

So we work our jobs, so we scrape by in jobs that dont define us but keep us away from familes, from friends, a means to an end, what a house? a box? it is that simple and the hurt of the truth is due. we are grappling for you, we want you to catch us out in the cosmos. to take us down with you, to you, to see what it is this life is about for you, and see who we are? will we even have this opportunity. we feel caged. we feel burdened with relief from escalating costs, a screaming boss, reality TV stagnant to the pull of ideas, of reading, of intellectual excitement, not the class room as this is no means to an end. this is real life. blood and guts and life and death. two brothers making music while a man fornicates and smokes meth. dark yet amongst the light.

the future can be so much brighter. we can all contribute. send me your dreams.

but then i know no one is even listening, i am a man floating through space, screaming and not being heard.

the next EP. Lost in the Fog. Will soon drop.

gG

2009-11-22T19:17:00.001-08:00

Check out our first EP. On us.

2009-11-03T09:55:00.000-08:00

check out the (f)reebieEP before our new Lost in the Fog EP rolls out. Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog will emerge at the beginning of 2010!

<a href="http://geppettogestapo.bandcamp.com/album/the-f-reebieep">Lost In The Fog {from LOST IN THE FOG EP - Coming In 2009} by gEPPETTO Gestapo</a>

Happy Halloween from gG

2009-10-29T13:24:00.000-07:00

Just hopin everyone has a happy halloween. lots of burning of conglomerates to the ground. take the ghosts of our past casualties and spread policy makers blood all around. trick with fright on the hallowed night may the gallows be rich with the tabloid hounds.

(g)alacticSON

Tone999 (g)alacticPODCAST 2

2009-10-27T07:59:00.001-07:00

Put on your war paint. Time to smash the metaphysical masters and let the spears fly.

02 II - Freedom By War.mp3

Tone999 (g)alacticPODCASTfour

2009-10-27T07:54:00.003-07:00

Fresh from the hard drive of the main producer and song writer of all things (g)eppettoGESTAPO, Tone 999. This is podcast 4!

04 IV - Stepping Over The Threshold of Greatness.mp3

Tone999 (g)alacticPODCAST 333

2009-10-27T07:54:00.001-07:00

Will you open your mind to the rabbit hole forming in the midst of your ipod, stereo, laptop, will you venture down it? Can you stomach it? Just try it.

03 III - (g)one inside, (B)e out later.mp3

Mouth of Monoliths

2009-10-23T17:09:00.001-07:00

I'd like to take my raw bones &
tear them out,
take a piece of my cheek bone
smash turtle shells
and eat of its innocent meat
my teeth raw, nurtured,
snails across my eyelids
while a bug nit tick takes a bite off
the aphid screams and howls
crying for the mother with
10,000 eyes
a mouthful of signs
spit them out on canvas
as the universe expands and beyond
give me the keys
let me take the wheel
see as i look up in your eye
as the future comes i hit the gas
as the righteous burn alive
on the 180th day of a protest and fast
they are left to die
the bugs all feed on the fortune seeds
planted by the sperm of wallstreet tycoons
forced to where nooses
for the proletariat to choose
and with what weapon
to take out their bellies
and listen to the lies
a boon for
dribblings burst from their mouth
as my eyes left frozen straight
and a petrified bench
is cold
it is isolating
i am freezing
but i cant move
i sooth
i seek
i worship the meek
i do not seek the gold lined
hallways and toilets
for feces to inhabit
on the backs of the broke
tilling poppy fields
and coca plants
owned by mafias
and ghetto gangster crews
i feel the bruise to my
vocal consciousness
rising past the harrowed narrowed horizons
supplyin the rippling diving
done now by the son of my lone star
family character study
waiting for this recovery, as
i see their fingers grappling bones
i see the screen shifting
i see a paradigm shift in blinding light
unknown to the man i was who now is
sitting with his fingers cut up
by the working of middle class hands
i will never take the stand
my mouth wont move
my soul wont bend while
i took the corporate branding
and tattooed their emblem
onto the middle of my face
but my body was full of the universe
each cell in every molecular reaction
as proteins siphon energy for interactions
of the kind to build this body
a reflection of an ever expanding universe
in pyramids
triangles speaking putrid verses
about the hearses of lives we created
due to criteria listed on the inside
on page 40 paragraph number 4
referring to article 1 which states
that the article in which it was originally based on
has now changed and said article
will be strictly enforced
upon the dowry and purse
i live to sing in vacant buildings
to rehearse in living my curses
on hymn books and inertia that
i feel as my heart slows
as my brow wrinkles
as a few hairs gray
as i say i do as
i knew this was the right
sight for my eyes to align with
i can feel the apple and pips
running down the side of
my leg as i lie next to you
the cold winds brewing passions
stashed away awaiting the day,
the minute i touch you
they can never say
there ain't a lot of me in you
and you in eye
as i fight the dawns early light
its delight for the blessing as
i can see slippery black fingers
outpacing my moving shadowy fortress
lingering in the fog
i see them crawling across the room
with little creep eyes staring into the
depths of my mind
witnessing the most disturbing
of memories of actions
and inactions
of truths and serums
as i near them
i see the zoom of the noon hour
and my tongue tastes the
blizzard of hasty conclusions
allusions to the way
i saw his eyes drift
as i sifted through the necessary skills
and equipment built in to handle
these moments where a motherfucker
doesnt' know what the hell he's going
to do
or are we able to do it?
as soon as you came along
as the long icelandic song plays
as the big black orb rotates around
my head for days
with dancers and musical personal
chiming in with ideas
flights flurries from the machines
radiating us in neon trains and planes
do not defy the
little red worms swirling in the
darkness like
a vampire's cape
the yellow tape will not keep
we the people from getting through
the sooner you'll know this
the better will be the mind
as you welcome the subconscious voo doo
leaving its hex
it doesnt matter who's next
of what effects you
want to put up on to that
screen full of mind blowing
star gate visuals
is the eventual pay off
for mind expansion
there we go back to mind expansion
the ideas of space and time rumbling
through me as i delve in a dormant mind
how to cope with the responsibilities
with inabilities for believing
the utilities of the ruse and facade
performs before me
with a stage turnover of nanosecond
wait a second
am i not the same living in the reality TV
punch lines
laughing heads
like pez dispensers
big eyes
exaggerated smiles
using their bewitching
denial to lead me to the trough
to chomp and stray away from the
messages of the minds left
scribbling to pass time in a short life
to accept the strife
to adapt to a endless night
and its all horizontal again
and it draws us in
i see legs ripped from bodies
i see heads skipping
across the highways like
stones
and i grab the bone a little tighter
i see my hands tighten
i see death
i see progress
i see embryos crawling
upon the shores
millions of fetuses
i see them devouring the people
i see them walking into stores
and buying cigarettes
i see them reading the Anarchy cook book
i see the world burning
i see the fetuses crying
i see their wails
i hear them
i cannot sleep
i cannot grip
i cannot stop hearing
their gums on the bones
of dying men and kids
and i see the metropolis
in the sky
i see us reading books
in large vessels
moving through the cosmos
through infinite blackholes
life everlasting as long
as you roll like the stone
parallel to time changes
as vowels of strange context
carries a devil into the cathedral
for reconciliation
where i see you standing
covered in light
when you talk i see only colors
blossoming from your mouth
like flowers blooming in the wee hours
of morning
the mourning widow
i see her web tangle, i see it collect
dust,
she sitting in the middle
only crawling for the occasional
fly forgetting the safe route
and she stares
and she sees his eyes
and she hears him nibble on the ice chips
as the peeping of the apple pip
pops from the side of her mouth
the south sob story heard on the north side by every bookie
the "cookie" of cat calls,
she was
no longer
unable to strut her stuff
before the ages rubbed her skin, pulled it all down
where we stand our ground
we must keep our gold and silver
in our mouths
we must munch away its value
we must do what leads this to be undone

and my mouth gapes at the sight of
the monolith
of the apes cracking skulls
of higher levels of conscious enabling space and time communication
beyond our physics
aligned with the cynics
we drown in the seas
after climbing the pipes
leaving the fake heads on bed sheets
the guards unaware
the dogs all asleep
we move away the stones
created by long nights
and cafeteria spoons
we crawl through the stone
and soon we move again
over the fence
and into the sea
with the raincoat float
to escape this sort
of non-existence with existence
and
escape the monolith's
crippling note

Galactic Fangs

2009-10-15T10:53:00.000-07:00

(intro)
No one can really tell the story.
Compromises are made,
but there there is no
compromising
the terror of a man's
mind,

the story . . .

has
begun

(start at 2:15)
robots
all mechanized to roam
nomads to their own thoughts
their own ideas
lost in their own technologies

(2:36)
what is wrong
with their eyes?
i see . . . how they hide
in radio lines

i hear the beat of a drum,

pull the strings!

(2:58)
dance then . ..

what is coming from

the floor
is a galactic fog
drowns
their misery
away

(then cut into galactic force bites wires intrigue even in the here and after)

Creatures of the Tide (sample bites)

2009-10-15T10:01:00.000-07:00

Voice: 1930's announcer, spoken in radio cadre

(begin after radio fuzz)
you are fascinated in the unknown
the mysterious
harboring unspeakable
oddities,
intricately absorbed
abnormalities
to ultimately
know
just why
you are here

and now we present
to you
these fateful tales
off behind a galactic veil
never to be written
never to be spoken aloud
the galactus
the brothers
these characters that live among us

my friend, let us listen to its
infinite portrayal
with metaphysical betrayal
let him build his edifice
in his sacrifice
may he never fail

Bela Lugosi Samples (start at 2:17):

lost, we
cut the fabric of time
into the sixth dimension of space

drawing
strings
of their ends.

many stars
many planets
if only my presence
occupied their feeble little minds.

i hear their screams, their fears,
in their truth
I see their own mortality.

most are not new
these signs
of
burning angels.

(g)alacticSON presents a podcast MAGIK

2009-10-09T22:42:00.001-07:00

Magik.mp3

I also added start times for all tracks, I'll go back and do the other podcasts.

1. Pains of Being Pure at Heart- higher than the stars *skanfrom remix*

2. Diamond Songs- all year songs (4:43)

3. The Black Crowes- I ain’t hiding (7:24)

4. The Beatles- i’ve just seen a face (13:14)

5. Rodrigo y Gabriela- Triveni (15:15)

6. Monsters of Folk- temazcal *live* (19:02)

7. Why?- eskimo snow (22:53)

8. Daniel Johnston- true love will find you in the end (24:59)

9. The xx- crystalised (26:40)

10. Volcano Choir- Island, IS (29:59)

11. SALEM- frost (33:59)

12. Sole & the Skuyrider Band- battlefields (37:20)

13. (g)eppettoGESTAPO- lost in the fog *stress mix* (41:50)

14. Bike for Three!- a year after (45:39)

15. Dizzee Rascal- dance wiv me *extended mix* (48:42)

16. JJ- masterplan (53:00)

17. Themselves & Why?- canada (55:36)

18. Dubblestandard- oxygen pt. 4 *galacticSON double the vox mix* (59:55)

19. Dark Dark Dark- junk bones *odd nosdam remix* (1:06:10 or 66:10)

20. Son Lux- Do *unreleased track* (1:09:16 or 69:16)

Auddy(tm) Award

2009-09-10T14:31:00.001-07:00

New EP: Lost in the Fog

2009-09-10T09:17:00.000-07:00

for those that stumble upon these thoughts like the clever rocks spit fire from the volcanic rim of some island deep.

we have several updates.

twists.
turns.

emerges.

we.

have a new EP coming out next month. October the best time to release some crazy gG sci-fi indie art rap. just try and classify this.

it shall be called Lost in the Fog. featuring a cover of Cure's Disintegration, a remix of Lost in the Fog, some previous recordings from ages ago, instrumentals, a live track we collaborated on, and a new mix of Bobbie Brennar, which for some reason, gets tons of downloads. who are you?

bela and i say "hi"

from the reaches of the sixth dimension of time and space.

be well.

geppetto gestapo.

(g)alacticSON proudly presents a podcast ! ! ! City/Life/Scream ! ! !

2009-08-28T05:59:00.001-07:00

City.Life.Scream..mp3

1. JJ- things will never be the same
2. YACHT- the afterlife
3. Delorean- deli
4. Mos Def- auditoreum
5. Antony & the Johnstons- crazy in love
6. Little Dragon- feather
7. Telephone Jim Jesus- n=1 trial
8. Faust vs Dalek- t-electronique
9. Fever Ray- when I grow up (remx by D. Lissvik)
10. The Dodos- fables
11. The Walkmen- all hands and the cook (live)
12. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart- ramona
13. (g)eppetto (G)estapo- the morrigan
14. Radiohead- these are my twisted words
15. Imogen Heap- first train home
16. B. Nolan- survived winter (feat. Alias, Sage Francis, and Polyphonic)
17. Matisyahu- One Day

The Battlecats

2009-08-23T06:27:00.001-07:00

Sons of Moloch Entry II

2009-08-19T22:56:00.001-07:00

Check out this instrumental groove of the end of all things

03 I.mp3

Sons of Moloch

2009-08-19T21:04:00.001-07:00

10 Beyond The Fog (feat. Galactic Son).mp3

A few years ago, Clintaur from Mokshya/gG and this cat, Nick from Synesthesia, sat down without any equipment, without anything to do, hanging in the desert of Phoenix Arizona; this was begot. It was in the Elvis of Egypt room. Clint lived in the Jungle room. The meth addict was in the Dungeon room jerking off to porn, women crawling through his windows. tribal beats, funked out and junked out bass guitars, and the end of the World.

Moloch was an Old Testament figure; he was the anti-God. The pagan god. Outcasts. He punished with fury. To Allan Ginsberg, he was the American 50's 60's civilization and persecution of minorities of different appearances and sexual orientations. He was the fury coming down on all. This of course was an actual movement or 3rd part of the epic poem Howl. One of the most perfect modern poems in our history, tested the limits of Free Speech.

We are Son of this Moloch. This facade. True Blood is a show on HBO and recently began to touch upon chaos and this fabrication called culture. We are man made. Not made of God but Moloch.

Clint was on Bass. Nick on drums and speaking Howl aloud incredible acumen for voice, and (g)alacticSON speaking and singing.

Screaming Moloch at the top of your lungs in the middle of night invariably increased the adrenaline pumping from our brain stems, bulging, large doses in rushes into a shocked and startled physiology.

The references in the following track feature readings from Ginsberg but also a great philosophical leader, Albert Camus, an existentialist, who wrote famously The Stranger. But one of his most controversial works was a condemnation of his time's existential philosophy, entitled, The Rebel. It was a break from his peers. And so he rebelled, and he was expunged from the inner circles of Sarte et al., yet still won the Nobel Prize having the courage to take on newer, more progressed ideas of Moloch.

And of course, this all sounds to us as a groan across the cosmos, a collective fog of thought reigning and raining above us.

The words and vocals came about months from the initial creation of these sounds building you into a trance, venom slithering into your neck, sinking in, the toxins exploiting the rigid nerves of mother culture pulsing through our bodies.

geppettoGESTAPO is presenting to you, Sons of Moloch and their epic song of philosophy and modern poetry, repetition experimenting in sound and spontaneity built by Clint of Mokshya/gG and his mastermind Nick H. Selsby (haha).

A work of art meant only for the patiently seeking.

Check out the FreebieEP. It's Free. Promise.

2009-08-16T11:26:00.000-07:00

Hey for all you out there, swinging by and jammin tracks and podcasts. Check out our official podcast blog:

http://ggpodcast.blogspot.com/

And check out our FreebieEP! It's free and a taste of what's in store. New EP Lost in the Fog out this fall and our first record- Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog.

Get the FreebieEP:

<a href="http://geppettogestapo.bandcamp.com/album/the-f-reebieep">Lost In The Fog {from LOST IN THE FOG EP - Coming In 2009} by gEPPETTO Gestapo</a>

(g)alacticSON proudly presents a podcast SIX SIX SIX: Danse & Sing(e)

2009-08-13T06:56:00.001-07:00

Danse & Sing(e).mp3

1) Introduction by curt (samples w/ TD @ 2008 grad, fibo seq, Katie Cantlin)
2) Vitalic- your disco song
3) K-Os – uptown girl
4) Discovery- i want you back
5) Kings of Leon- knocked up (lykke li vs rodeo remix)
6) Atlas Sound- walkabout (w/ Noah Lennox aka Panda Bear)
7) The Little Dabs- et (every time)
8) The Bloody Beetroots- awesome (feat The Cool Kids)
9) Clutchy Hopkins- 3:02
10) Rain Machine- give blood
11) WAVVES- mickey mouse
12) Yoni Wolf- shoot the singer (1 sick verse)
13) Hot Chip- touch too much (Fake Blood Remix)
14) The Cure- sleep when I’m dead
15) Glass Candy- geto boys
16) Lupe Fiasco- shining down (feat Matthew Santos)
17) Serengeti & Polyphonic- playing in subway stations
18) Bike for Three!- lazarus phenomena (Thavius Beck remix)
19) Bibio- s’vive
20) Dirty Projectors- no intention
21) Madrid- reply to everyone
22) Stardeath & White Dwarf- new heat
23) Cass McCombs- dreams-come-true-girl (feat. Karen Black)
24) Vangel- cold rain
25) Furious Stylz- furious fuzz
26) Delorean- seasun (sample from The Ricky Gervias Guide to Philosophy)

New Podcast: In a Hallway We Meet

2009-06-28T07:22:00.001-07:00

In a Hallway We Meet.mp3

1. SAXON SHORE- this shamless moment ("In a Hallway We Meet" gG remix)
2. NASA- gifted (feat. kanye west, santigold,, & lykke li)
3. PHOENIX- 1901
4. MICHAEL JACKSON- give in to me
5. LADYTRON- predict the day
6. JUNIOR BOYS- no kinda man (body language exclusive track)
7. HOT LAVA- mummy beach
8. MITCH MARCUS QUINTET- last mourning
9. SERENGETI & POLYPHONIC- my patriotism
10. METHOD MAN & REDMAN- city lights (feat. bun b)
11. BON IVER- woods
12. THE TERMITES- love up kiss up
13. BUDDY GUY-one room country shack
14. BOB DYLAN- forgetful heart
15. MUDCRUTCH- crystal river (live)
16. DORA FLOOD- entangled
17. CROCODILES- I wanna kill
18. JAPANDROIDS- sovereignty
19. PASSION PIT- sleepyhead
20. COMPANY FLOW- bad touch example
21. EMINEM- hello
22. ISIS- ghost key
23. BAT FOR LASHES- a forest (cure cover)
24. POPULOUS- bottom 01
25. THEMELVES- cross-section of wreckage
26. THE NOTWIST- gloomy planets
27. GRIZZLY BEAR- cheerleader

In the Concrete River

2009-06-19T17:48:00.001-07:00

In the Concrete River Podcast.mp3

1) Stars of the Lid- Apreludes (Kilgore Trout Remix)
2) Themselves- Rapping 4 Money (feat Why? & Odd Nosdam)
3) TV on the Radio- Modern Romance
4) Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Hysteric (Acoustic Version)
5) The Twilight Singers- Live With Me (Massive Attack Cover)
6) The Yard Birds- I Can't Make Your Way
7) Odd Nosdam- One for Dallas
8) Dan Deacon- Of the Mountains
9) Black Devil Disco Club- Constantly No Respect
10) Salem- Redlights
11) MarkOne- Stand Up
12) Sole & the Skyrider Band- Ghosts Assassinating Other Ghosts (Telephone Jim Jesus Remix)
13) Nine Inch Nails- Year Zero (Sum of All Zeroes gG Remix)
14) Deftones- Be Quiet & Drive (quiet)
15) Anuna- Media Vita
16) Mastodon- The Czar: Usurper / Escape / Martyr / Spiral
17) Blank Dogs- Red World
18) Silver Apples- Lovefingers
19) The Pains of Being Young at Heart- Stay Alive
20) The Cure- Sugar Girl
21) Sharon Van Etten- For You
22) Amplive- Videotapez (feat Del the Funky Homo Sapien- Radiohead Cover)
23) Steady- Livin
24) Rainbow Arabia- Omar K
25) Battles- Tonto (Four Tet remix)
26) EmerOak- Sleep With Your Rifles (Human Error)
27) Bat for Lashes- Wilderness
28) Bob Dylan- Red River Shore

The Mind of Microfilm Projectors

2009-06-18T19:46:00.001-07:00

imagine the mind or brain as a tabletop. lying upon it, all dusty, the air particles and atoms visibly shaken around the lights gaze. the microfilm from your life's worth of memories of someone projected in your mind, like from a tabletop to a felt screen. dedicated to our father. check it.

4-01 Micro Film Projectors.mp3

Lost in the Fog

2009-06-17T21:39:00.001-07:00

C heck O ut the L ead D iatribe from the new EP!

01 Lost In The Fog.mp3

Album Art!

2009-06-11T09:38:00.001-07:00

New EP Released!

2009-06-09T08:31:00.000-07:00

<a href="http://geppettogestapo.bandcamp.com/album/the-freebie-ep">Lost In The Fog {from LOST IN THE FOG EP - Coming In 2009} by gEPPETTO Gestapo</a>

Fibonacci Sequence (LIVE recording)

2009-05-14T19:29:00.001-07:00

Recorded this live- harmonica, cello, drums, bass with synths, and two MC's speakin on life. It goes on and on.

Fibonacci Sequence v1.wav

Nomadic Train Ride

2009-05-14T19:24:00.001-07:00

Collaboration on a track from awhile back. Peep it.

Nomadic Train Ride (gG Remix Alignd).mp3

Automated (work in progress)

2008-12-14T09:08:00.001-08:00

Song been working on for a month. this is the demo, going to record it in a month or so.

Automated with Back Vox December Version 2.aif

Updates

2008-09-11T15:39:00.000-07:00

Soon Tales From the Galactic Fog will be released!

We are now finishing the final mastering and mixing of the record. If you are stumbling here or if I stumble here later, one might see this process began in 2006 with a framing of an artist experiment. what started as a challenge has become a full blown music experience.

So the culmination of this work will be 2 albums over the next year!

2008-07-06T17:37:00.001-07:00

bobby brennar mix1.mp3

2008-07-06T11:18:00.000-07:00

with the bee hives
with the moths
the reinvention of humanity
the reinvention of humanity

from pebble stones and gravel stops
the filmy froth
two ton barrels
and a circle crop
this will never stop
verbal persecution and a label sought
I ought have thought
do we continue something
our world should never wrought
the reinvention of humanity
the reinvention of humanity

New Mix!

2008-07-01T13:10:00.001-07:00

Galactic Son Presents Talk with Your Feet.mp3

New Logo!!!

2008-06-27T08:11:00.000-07:00

2008-06-23T13:05:00.001-07:00

Galactic Son Presents Domestic Cannibals.mp3

Bobbie Brennar Intro

2008-06-18T22:54:00.000-07:00

after second guitar riff:

From the furnace of damnation,
the devil takes
four friends from their skins
as they lie awake

Bobbie was the winner,
Billy,
the pleader

Brian was the brave one,
Bonnie

the dealer

Dealt by death the devil hath surely made
as they paid for their sins before their final day

and as the sun went down
her cries were like moths to an incandescent flame
mercury eyes
centuries to hide
it was only a matter of fate

"Dear Bobbie, bye," her mother cried as she dreamed:
Ferris wheels
ancient pyramids
proteins denatured by insects, bacteria
her eyes morsels for molecular parasites
torn by grit and little fits of rigor mortis,
the devil's icy kiss as he closed the shed
and he said,
"My dear girl, my dear girl, this is not over, this is not goodbye! You are always mine! You're mine!"

2008-06-18T11:25:00.001-07:00

Galactic Son Presents Tabloid Utopias.mp3

More Updates for Myspace

2008-06-09T11:52:00.001-07:00

Friends,
Hope all is well for you as we hit the mid point for the year. We are hard at work on the new record as we have been developing and mixing, tinkering and fiddling, with many songs, ideas, and art work.
Int he Fall, we are going to introduce many of you to an overarching story of two brothers and their fight against the God of the Universe, Bela Lugosi and the evil Galactus.
The geppetto gestapo born from the electricity of particles and space.
In the next 6 months, we will have our first EP for you to hold and listen to! When listening, be sure to dawn your best vampiric attire, your spacesuits, then set your phasers to stun, and be ready to dawn the person you most likely resemble in the 6th dimension of time and space. Time to hunt vampires through music, artist expression, and music revolution.
That is our live experience, earth from another dimension.
This fall we will introduce the first EP of a 4 EP series as well as a brief tour.
The entire 4 EP saga is titled:
Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog.
We are planning on releasing all 4 EP's over the next year and when that is complete, you all can buy a package including all 4 EP's as a proper album with comic art included!
The first EP release then will be this Fall and we are happy to present he title to you:
Creatures of the Tide (part 1)
Each EP will include 5 tracks and includes comic book art work developed and produced by Taylor Ellis, check out his work and contact him @:http://www.myspace.com/tjfontaine
The comic book and the music are going to bring you into this world we have been detailing and creating for the last 2 years.
Look fwd to further communications from the dimension of dreams, and we hope you will join us on this adventure into the far reaches of the galaxy of time and thought!
Sincerely, all of us, living in a
geppetto gestapo

Faces of Characters

2008-05-24T22:24:00.000-07:00

Change of Plans, No Pun Intended

2008-05-19T19:12:00.000-07:00

Album is now:

Tales from Beyond the Galactic Fog

It will be released in 4 installments of 5 songs, with accompanying comic artwork to follow the story of the geppetto Gestapo

Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog by [g]eppetto [G]estapo
Part 1: Creatures of the Tide
Part 2: Dimension of Dreams
Part 3: Mythos Pathos
Part 4: Plans of the Planets

The name of the entire 4 installments, the series, is Tales from Beyond the Galactic Fog. The entire story is that Bela Lugosi fromt he sixth dimension of space inherits the universe as part of his death, when we die we each gets a dimension of space to run or rule.

Tales From Beyond... takes place in his universe. The entire story follows Bela and his struggle to combat the resistance of geppetto gestapo. A key character is the evil minion, Galactus aka Galactic Son, yes hailing from Marvel, I guess, but you can run wild with what the hell the minion of Bela would look like. He mindlessly helps but after he senses the weakness of the creator, his illegitmacy, in a sense to actually crush the human resistance and race, he begins a pursuit to overthrow Bela and destroy Earth for good. The entire Tales series ends with the song, Release the Galactus, where the Galactic Son begs Bela to let him destroy Earth.

The first EP is called, Creatures from the Tide, and consist of 5 songs. We would like a comic page or more if you feel it, and you can incorporate your own voice in dialogue, cause I really like what you write. Anyway, this EP has 5 songs or parts:

1) Creatures of the Tide- Here is the intro to the entire saga. It begins with a large storm in rural Oklahoma. A family is embarking on a controversial beginning. A father, two mothers, having children at the same time, in different rooms. They are scared but the babies must come. As Bela enters the universe, his parallel dimension of Earth, he causes the Northern Light-type weather disruptions, jellyfish rain from the sky, and as the babies are born- supernatural powers come upon them (given the story, any ideas of powers?). Bela then delivers a message to Earth,"Progress further and be destroyed!" After his speech, the family begins to hear Bela's internal musings from his brain in their living room. They discover a portal to the mind of the very creator who was contacting them. They are afraid. they decide to withhold this info from the authorities. they discover superpowers.

2) Galactic Fangs- this is the premonition Bela has of the future, I have sketches of Bela's character that I can send you to work from. Bela is having a nightmare and the song is its instrument. Not much story, very visual. This is the message delivered by one of the two children born in the storm

3) Not For Sale Sign- I'll send you lyrics too, but this is the nightmare the pastor from an Anglican church in England. The pastor is awakened at 2AM with this nightmare. He goes to his old, dusty keyboard and types away his next sermon for the morning. Flash fwd to Pastor at 9AM delivering sermon alluding to his dream which consists of the Galactus destroying earth, the Sun hurled through space towards us, and Bela reveals himself in all his glory, standing tall in green lights. As he delivers sermon in England, but last panel is 3PM on Sunday in Oklahoma as the father of the new "creatures" or children of the tide is in attendance to thank God or rather he knew now, Bela. maybe have a weird service, people found out that Hindu Gods were false and that Bela was ruler. How do people respond?

4) Nein- this is the father's rebellious manifesto against organized or self righteous religions in general, have father thinking about it, have the drawing be a shot of him from the back as the father walks down the street, and in the clouds or horizon could be a face of Bela.

5) The Castaways- Portrays message from second child born- where the message frightens Bela beyond any reasonable doubt, the tragic insanity of what he saw from the childs mind, crippled him in the sense, the utter brash entitlement to freedom of will startles him

The Fall of the Galactus

2008-02-26T09:45:00.000-08:00

The galactus is not concerned with the plight or struggles of humanity, he is not concerned with the control waged from Bela Lugosi, in all likelihood, he believes Bela simply is too weak- as he cannot seem to definitely destroy the planet but merely used a few devastations and disasters to punish humanity for the movements and the tactics of the geppetto gestapo deicide movement, the attempt to sever and wrangle back control of a failed experiment, destroy free will, destroy ignorance, hate, religious intolerance, destroy the creator responsible for the death and famine and destruction to the earth from the parasitic and very much out of control human race

thus, as the galactus moves forth on his own whims, the very free will bela maintains for his own amusement, when this creature bent on betrayal and power, moves to slay the human race once and for all

the very creator they are trying to usurp responds, as the galactus prepares to throw the sun into the earth with one fail swoop, bela opens a black hole in the universe and swallows the galactus and himself- clutching the demon of god, rather Lucifer, into the black hole, bela also is destroyed while attempting to contain and harness such madness and rage towards himself and all the creation- the creation itself assasinates his character, the very idea of him not being able to create himself, by being born, he despises it, he wants to be a creator and feel this his weakness

bela on the other hand, as much as he may hate the humans revolt, he ultimately loves his creation, any creator has some love, sick twisted or unconditional- it is always there, like father and son, brother and sister, mother and daughter- a bond unknown like any other

and that is what holds his hand

and that is what forces him to destroy the galactus and ultimately himself

my father is Bela in the end, he saves us all, like he saved me through his own passing, his own death

Mind of Microfilm Projectors

2008-02-24T09:31:00.000-08:00

a sea of, confetti bursting from the tiny mouths of purring, calico cats,
as open caskets, bellow words of consternation, a picture of me, coffee in hand, with
microphones, chalkboards, European post cards, a day in the laundry mat,

the face of the gypsy, wide eyed & expecting as the world is hungry, spending its fate
brilliant neon, colors flash to beats that carry rhythms of the urban demand, and
bmw's, sports cars, 2AM in graveyards,
the planets now
know all
our plans,

in Morocco sands with a gem in his hand,

We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors
I've, got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
You've now got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors

then fog is, breathing and the shadows start to tango to the march of the mend,
Lee moves then, onward up the middle while the night is filled with the alms of the dead , cue
shaded hues, gym clothes, exaggerated metal pose, dizzy from the bakery bread,

With a body, made of magic yearning for mighty, blowing infinite winds,
the sheep is, soaked from top to bottom and the autumn leaves melt in the rain, with
wrestling nights, backyards, science fiction book cards,
the lasting look
of his
sunken frame,

in the Kenyan plains with his blood in my veins

We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors
I've, got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
You've now got that mind of Microfilm Projectors
We, are now one mind of Microfilm Projectors

Fibo Seq Notes

2008-02-23T10:57:00.000-08:00

Clapping during breakdown
Steady backs up
we go into Isis vs Hip Hop part- steady flows= leads back into me flowing and end as started
but bring in island guitar

Story Complete

2008-02-23T10:45:00.000-08:00

The creature that will betray you

In the end, on the fourth album, the galactus betrays Bela Lugosi, and that is how he meets his end

Updates and Pics

2008-02-23T09:42:00.000-08:00

[p]lans of the [P]lanets

Updates:
So we have completed recording of at least 14 songs, give or take a few vox tracks
it's coming along real well
started work on a new song, and it should be quite a challenge
We have roughly 6 songs that pertain to the storyline, while allowing the rest of the songs to fit into the framework in the sense that these stories of death and funeral and others, are meant to drive Bela crazy with its potent reality, potent creation tackling the creator

We were asked to go on tour with one of our member's main bands, we are kind of a side thing, so we will be supporting this record, and I for one am very excited about this happening, I like his band, it's my brother, and our other group member, Gerd, is moving out to San Fran where I currently reside, so we will have time to actually try and get this music translated live

we all will have to play keys and synths, which will be difficult, given I must sing too, but cant be any worse than playing bass and singing, well, I was screaming, I guess

maybe its easier when all you do is sing haha

Anyway, we are trying to find label support mainly via distribution as both other members are recording engineers and musicians themselves, which makes it alot easier on me

It's coming along really well, and I cant wait to see how it is received on the road- maybe they will hate us, maybe they will love us, but they will know we are passionate about what we are doing, we lobe what we are doing, and i am ready to share all this pain we have had the last year with people, i want to connect, i want to discuss, i want to get to know this world more, and I know it is via music

I am done with school in a few months, thank god, and will have a more flexible income, as my career pays rather well, it's worth it if it gives me the opportunity to do this but still make enough to live comfortably-

i cant imagine how i would do this before without struggling like some artists, which is nice- the city will of course bleed me dry, and taxes, but if i can do this, then it will be all the better

Finally, we will be recording Fibo Sequence as a live group in a few weeks, hip hop + Isis- we'll see how that goes

Tracklist:
1- Creature of the Tides
2- Ghostride or Castaways (Im not too fond of Castaways, I dont like my vox)
3- Galactic Fangs
4- This is the Age, We Do Not Age (instrumental)
5- Talk to Me
6- A New Day Awaits
7- Kate
8- Not for Sale Sign
9- Nein! (instrumental)
10- The Morrigan
11- Fibonacci Sequence
12- Seargent Strpes
13- Puppy Dog Tales
14- Release the Galactus

Song not complete:
Mind of Microfilm

Pictures:

Other gG images for other albums:

For our gG

remix album- Nine Inch Nails Year Zero: the geppetto gestapo perspective

Time Can Be A Flammable Object EP
(EP contains recordings pre-geppetto gestapo)

Next Song- The Birthmark

2008-02-13T12:23:00.001-08:00

Based on the story by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Another Fucking Bulletin Man

2008-01-19T15:55:00.001-08:00

The Galactic Fangs were busy the last month-

PLEASE SEE SITE FOR NEW MUSIC!

1) Talk to me (added- song pertaining to the passing of a loved one, it contains various our mantra- giving hope to those who fear for the future)

2) A New Day Awaits- recorded in san francisco by Adrian Wong- hooked us up- does it for the art- not many people left like that- its our bob dylan, gypsy song-

3) Another Dimension of the Truth- our NIN remix song, Another Version of the Truth is an instrumental on Year Zero, I added my own verses and we basically put together a track using music TR provided his fans via the Zero Remixed album, which is an incredible remix album, check it out, and with the special DVD you get all the tracks from the album to fuck with at your leisure

ahh yes, where were we:

these songs are ready for your persecution as every man woman and child is a art critic with their soda pop and chardonnays, their SUVs and brand name lemonades spiked with the blood of the poor-

we bring you more

we plan on taking it to you on some tour so you can see the torn up dimensions of space occupying what we have created in the course of a year- the progression, transformation-

Bela Lugosi, our loving Lord of all things rockin, of course sends his love and cheer in the new holiday, while dining on his fine wine of our feeble little pop chart lovin brains, ahh the pop corn is full of unsaturated fats, nasty carbon chains built like fences protecting our borders from the invading armies biting at their sashes, paying with coke and big oil cashes,

we expect to be done in the next few months
so hang in there in our bustling economy on the brink of collapse and recession

maybe listen as the markets crumble, listen even for the first time, if you are some dude who emailed us to add ya, do it man-

this is our heart and soul

with only pennies in our pockets

we offer you

our everything

sincerely from the revolutionary front of the frontal lobes,

gG and the galactic fangs

The Ghost Ride

2007-11-29T19:08:00.001-08:00

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

Schedule:

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

Day 2- New Songs
Ghost Ride
Talk to Me

Day 3- Vocals For Music Production
The Morrigan
Nein
Fibonacci Sequence

Sergeant Stripes

2007-11-15T16:40:00.000-08:00

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?
Well,
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

2007-11-15T16:37:00.000-08:00

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
Fires
of
gods
That Grow around them?

They grew too strong,
Hear them mock
The names
of
gods
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)
My
Will
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
(scream)
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

2007-11-15T15:46:00.001-08:00

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
All
banal
and
primal
(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)
Mouth
Ing
Seeth
ing
Pour
ing
Breath
ing
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

2007-11-08T08:37:00.000-08:00

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

dreams = hint to get 4 elements
Bela is ot god

Book 3 Cover Song

2007-11-08T08:17:00.000-08:00

Bob Dylan's Series of Dreams

Dimension of Dreams- Album Layout

2007-11-06T23:27:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-06T14:39:00.000-08:00

PERSON A

*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.

PERSON B
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.

Book 3: The Dimension of Dreams

2007-11-03T12:38:00.000-07:00

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

Artist to work with- Cuz Taylor

2007-11-02T09:23:00.001-07:00

Talk to Me

2007-10-26T10:56:00.000-07:00

:

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)

<

Release the Galactus

2007-10-26T10:37:00.000-07:00

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

Bela Lugosi as God in Plans of the Planets

2007-10-21T23:36:00.001-07:00

Notice to the Door Part 2: Disruption of Dreams

2007-10-17T15:24:00.000-07:00

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

Song Notes

2007-10-15T23:48:00.000-07:00

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

Letter from the Creator

2007-10-11T08:44:00.001-07:00

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

[p]lans of the [P]lanets

2007-10-10T09:19:00.002-07:00

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

Album Details

2007-09-29T16:42:00.000-07:00

So we are roughly 8 songs deep on a record right now- we're writing constantly and growing infinitely- the leap from the last album to this one is mind blogging as the depth, the significance, and the performances are that much more involved, detailed, and aware

Songs Thus Far:

1) Galactic Fangs- finished vocally- need to pick out proper chorus vocal effect
robotic eyes
robotic fangs
sunk into the middle of carotid veins

geppetto's near
as they run yellow wires
bombs cant penetrate galactus fire

into his
dimensions of dreams
vel-vet
car-pet
stained
murder scenes

leaving through
portals of time
ship blasts through gaping galactus guise

while blood is spilled
while blood is drained
the galaxy of his future now waxes and wanes

pillow is drenched
teeth gnash and scrape
the gestapo clung tight to the ends of his cape

virus installed
mind turned to glue
infectious rhymes
infectious grooves

of

robotic fingers arms and knees
his mouths stand open for robotic disease

robotic tongues
robotic hearts
they leap from time portals as he rips it apart

and now
killer whales are screaming
motions
oceans

the stars are leaving

galactic eyes
galactic fangs
free from these galactic things

galactic force
bites
wires
intrigue
even in the here and after
spot still glowing on for days
behind vast curtains of galactic haze

galactic eyes
galactic fangs
when are they going to free me of galactic things

2) This is the Age, We Do Not Age- instrumental hip hop song, I am thinking of re-doing the vocal takes, as I am sticking to the original crappy wavs bc i captured a moment in time, it is more conceptual rather than aesthetic
3) Questions of Rebellion- track has vocal ideas set, but there is a lot to be done with this song and i dont see finishing it until i am able to spend more time with it after attaching ideas to all the songs

If the elements met on a singular beach and exchanged glances and trading cards,
This would feed into his piercing gold-en brown eyes beaming across vast rolling plains
Raining brimstone as each massive leg crushes those running to their new demagogues
Lining the avenues there, behold the suspicious face of the peril
Who lies in waiting
Who lies in waiting
Who 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 this movement
Resuscitate this movement
Resuscitate make this live

Start 2:00

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

3:00 in
His hands outstretched white palms face down
Her memories of long days in swirling tide swells
The clocks tick tock and they’re all the same
Their mouths are still moving but he don’t know their name
For all we fought for before his crimes
For all we fought for before these times

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
All banal and primal

(maybe the below here speak over the break- voice modulation here- tweaked out)

Break with music, write some type of bridge- maybe water sloshing and drums isolated, with organ from the ending- creates consistency

Tossing and turning (spit fast)
Like a spindle weaving a warning (spit fast)
Grooving thru (spit fast)

(accentuate each syllable)
Mouth
Ing
Seeth
ing
Pour
ing
Breath
ing
A shock to the system (spit fast) (use recorded voice- very staticy, like on a radio program)
Brain child with no means to now mention (spit fast)

Crusty eyes (pause)
Porous, crimson, velvet eyes
Robotic and red (spit fast)
and 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?

Moving through (spit fast)
With the force of their entry (spit fast)
Mindless drones
rusting for centuries

(have drums stutter with accentuated syllables ie BE-ING (two beats_

Be
ing
Seeth
ing
Sigh
Ing
Fiend
Ing
(insert a break)

The melody of organ here hits its pattern- add some of the same synths and what not from the Isis- Holy Tears remix you did- then we can let the song breathe- it basically needs one more layer and I think the whole thing will work even better than it already is

4) Untitled Isis-Esque Song- still in writing process, musically, no vocal takes or ideas established

5) Untitled (Flickering Lights, Struggling Youth)- the beginning vocals are set, they have a more upbeat vibe, but this is vital, as I would like to establish this type of variability now rather than later
Untitled
Wrinkled coats in summer months
Street lights flicker on
Raised forehead
Dried blood
Near her swollen eye lids
She asks for change and they turn away
Then continue on,
Beneath a misty fog
Do you hear that train rattling on?
Well,
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

He’s a marine,
Selling street spirit
Wearing Nike’s,
Green stripes draw my eye
It’s the wisdom I remembered while
He’s spitting slang

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

Who are you anyways?

I’m passing by
Watching shoes fly
He tackles a newspaper bin
And I can see the crazed look in his eye,
Looking into mine
And I swear I see myself

6) Not For Sale Sign- three parts: a) set in an attic, the preacher is franticly recording his thoughts to his congregation after seeing visions of the Galactus, of Bela Lugosi cleansing his universe of the diabolically ambitious race of humans b) part two is the ramblings of the preacher realizing the horror of the end, the realization of the facade that has been religious beliefs, there is more to fear than heaven and hell, that there is a God who cares not for their whole well being and nurtured souls but for mere entertainment, how can they stop this? c) The service is held on a cold london morning, the pulpit is shaking as the congregation sings of the devil's temptation to buy the soul of man to imprison the creation, "Ahhhh there's something he'd buy!!" The chorus rings out, the people realize the grave nature of the future, questions arise, rebellion is promised, and the camera and author pan out from the church to see the preacher writing more and more but adding layers of detail to the future prophesy

Not For Sale Sign
(for verse- come in at start of song

For end with “something he’d buy”- 3:53)

in the downward sloping
cigarette tide
there lies
the truth you compile
as the type writer
types
it’s keys
pale white lengthening
your fingernails
slide
so bleached
straw hair bent back reveal to me
show me your confounded spine
show me

after first break- do a spoken word piece as below:

(spoken at a whisper, british, raspy, unrecognizably a whisper of conscience in the right or left channel, the music is now set behind to allow the listener to hear the words of the preacher

There’s something he’d like to buy
He with his long face, piercing black, beady eyes
Yet realized like phosphorous rising from the damp earth of reconciliation
The minerals of discontent revealed like pornographic obsessions and filtered drug induced sunsets where he sits yet writing of our amusing stories, writing of our frequent miseries and marginal pleasantries wrapped in the divinity of flesh
This is the price for our forgiveness, this eruption from the bowels of the planet, in the fiery furnace and core where fiery lions with as many heads appear with thunder and winds and
brimstone calling for you to behold:
His fires will taste you,
they will lick their lips of your flesh, break you
singing of karma of heavens of virgins of everlasting hell
Men fighting men and chewing the flesh, tasting the impurity
Of death revealed in the absurdity of life as they themselves
Feel their bones chewed upon by the gnawing, binding feeling
bubbling with the beginnings of our great lost world
the beginnings of our genesis, our adam and eve
see through me
see beyond me
look within me
you’ll find
the creature of wants and needs
that will betray you
as his cold blank countenance looks
upon you

3:53
in the downward sloping
cigarette tide
there lies
the truth you compile
as the type writer
types
it’s keys
pale white lengthening
your fingernails
slide
so bleached
straw hair bent back reveal to me
show me your confounded spine
show me

you’re as crooked
as your blood thirsty crimes
do they
comfort thee?
Floating in the waves of a long distant sea
Could be
The timely decree
Of a minion of the devil who became
Our God
But can it
Awaken thee
Let the heretic be absolved of this
Take me to an infinite bliss
Show me

7) Piano song- Untitled- no ideas as of 9/29/07
8) Behr Ave- vocals complete, one change dynamically, add synth organ over second minute with an added extension to ambience, adds another dimension and highlights the vocal performance on the second half of the song- 00:30 seconds probably will be added, but it is a short song as of now, so extra room to breathe may better it

Overlooking Behr Ave
with this head in these hands

i can hear the sound of your voice over the cluttered silence
brimming over the side of the coffee mug in the corner of my desk
once grasped
once touching your lips
as i quietly

touching mine

trying to remember what it may

have felt like

the apartment's lights are on and the chairs seem spent while leaning
up against the door where i saw you say that you were leaving
us all behind
in the shadows
like a light blinking
upon the rocks
overlooking

behr ave

Quotes for Sampling

2007-08-19T14:47:00.000-07:00

A long night in the apartment- ghosts at every turn

Lost in a sea of weeds and shrubs. Old bronze and stone statues left with memories of a city now grown over with people, technology, and sprawl. Who are these men covered up in the urban ice plant, spreading to eat away at time? It seems history is only preserved in small pastures, buildings then surrounded by new sky skrapers. San Francisco seems to be holding back this monster, but it soon will break through. Memories in the form of monuments of unknown people are fascinating. Lincoln and a few others survive but these others I see are alone, stuck in a moment when praise arose them from tools and natural resource.

And there was a laughing head, a cartoon man, right in front of my face, putting his bags onto the ground, and shouting to the entire surrounding crowd, "I'm afraid Bush is too one dimensional and resolved to see his enemy's own humanity enough to conquer him." He grunted, looked both ways, grabbed his bags, and continued to walk across the street.

Trembling red like these trains rumbling in The pitch black, the carpetbaggers Hiding in the shadows Alarms rattling The pied piper dancing In the middle of this urban sunset district A bell hop crooning, tuning himself With the awkward pitch Chiming Dooooooo wah doooooo wah Aint got no loveeeee, Aint got no loveeee You have so much to offer, son. You are not a still photograph, You squiggle and wiggle A painting drooling to dry Waiting for the next spectator To absorb life and liberty
Lest you drown in a pool of liliesDo not let these words echo Or dwell Alone -The fear of tomorrow shall not divide me the fears of today shall only strengthen me They shall ride up through my spinal cord channel its fervent compassion towards my fellow man Guide my hand, blind as I am for the future, It shall steer this boat towards enlightenment It will critique with every technique possible The information coming through these senses And fence and conquer those that may try to Persuade me towards choices which Compromise this integrity With courage, faint of heart, I will drive this tide carrying this ship Over the edge of the world And fall into the abyss With the love of the earth enntombing me in her womb and allows me to sleep forever

You conjured up meanings Now shrouded in mystery A skeleton of the past Rubbed with index fingers Every so softly Similar to the hands that built you You are my first word First step, my first birthday present Your smile is The smile I saw at birth Cloaked in developed haze A fog of San Francisco clouding, Leaving you there only for my memory Swallowed soon by the ground But resurrected -I'll find that zone and unleash the heavens from its seams, tight woven souls whose wings fit perfectly together creating a patchwork, a heavenly dam, keeping God Almighty from unleashing his wrath onto his peoples, the OT Catastrophe God poking his thumb through the tact and insecurity currently dominating the reality TV shows and plastic surgery abominations.

Excuse me sir, but that mask is ominous, very haunting. Will you be taking it off anytime soon? (Wild laugh)

in all things there are illuminations- spirits divine living and breathing through changes and events of magnitude floating down the crease of your spine- and so this came in regards to the poem The Morrigan- he sent, they sent she to deliver to me this message, calling my name, Glaim Tree

and aura hung above like a sun looking down through to the pits of the oceans deepest wells full of life crawling through its mysterious passage ways the only ways to the truth, to the light, to swim in the blackness and feel your fright become a menace, harnessed to the backs of the meek, we seek treasures, we find nothing as i am nothing, slithering over keys, letting this ring out over the networks leading this world by crippled knees and a vengeful bite

Action for its sake does not make one a good leader. Just because you have convictions, does not make them right. Just because you do not back down, does not make you a strong person, or a strong leader. In fact, such displays are rather caricatures of what our President should be, everything from his supposed devotion to the Christian faith down to the use of Hollywood action one liners. He is a cartoon of what a President should be, my friend. -It can be see as distractions keeping him from moving on into happiness. 'Cause I see in his eyes a morose, longing for any kind but some kind of passion to move him into a mood or drive all his own. I see him running from many things in his own mind and heart. But the ideas, the love, the intelligence carries him and people gravitate towards his natural leadership qualities. I see not hurt but I see idleness. He is caught in some void and needs to relieve himself from the routine, needs to find a love again whether it be a job or a woman....to be "somewhere" again with a "someone" he has clearly defined

I am afraid of becoming closer The closer we are the further I am away To the end of the pier staring over the side At shivering reflections in some vast, unrelenting ocean Where I finally find the courage to leave all of them Behind and become the best man I can be - we both understood we had no fucking clue who the other was or wanted to be....how sad, but how common I think. (german accent)

our eyes left stunned as we are stunned and I am on the sofa snoring and you are awake staring at the wall wishing you were someone else just remember life chose us and we had no other path but just what is it what is this where are we who are we when are we exactly

in the spirit of the law in the meat packers newest kill Eyes glazed and waiting to thaw there is life the colors of the rainbow are like the waves of grain you saw as a child under the hooves of blurring deer moving into slow motion magic and so this will end and so this will all become tangled messes of neurons and neutrons relieved of their duties passed on out of your skull to feed the universe not some vapid short life span corroded and enough but the remembrance of all you were of all you have loved

I think it takes that type of sacrifice of innocence to truly appreciate it, to truly kick down the secret door, pull the bogeyman out from under the bad, and get at the heart of who we are and not who someone else may pontificate us to be with the origin of life and meaning in an ancient model. we just don't know, and it is that feeling that drives faith. As you embrace belief, you embrace the unknown, and project imagery and meaning on to it, faith grows, it becomes your own identity.

Dissect the molecular mechanisms of our physiology and cell behaviors, and I say, why can't there be a God as it pertains to evolution etc. Is it harmful to believe that God actually had a plan where we developed over time, the ingenious creation all part of one another? That is sanctity if I have ever heard it described. The magesty of the Bible is not on it being fact. Hell, if we wanted that, we might as well study and devoutly follow Law books or company's standard operating procedures. No, religious texts speak more to the power of the human condition, the power of humanity to rise above its own limitations, its own tainted nature...so evolution and scientific theory are not conflicitng with the Bible or religion in general, it is a testament, it is a painting of God's plan. have absorbed as a sponge might absorb the ocean's salts and nutrients, I have internalized it, held my head underwater countless times and risen to the surface...more aware, more alive, more open-minded, more appreciative of the diversity of this planet than I would had I kept to my original dogmatic belief system and failed to venture into my respective microcosm. Tapping potential and surpassing it. thus, we believed, as he believed, that in these stares there is judgement, as there may be judgement for us all. where is he going, where are we going, we just don't know...but in the absolute reflection of thought, there is an absolute solution to the complications of one's life. this man is doing just this."

Plans of the Planets

2007-07-22T15:48:00.000-07:00

new idea for podcast

2007-06-19T18:09:00.000-07:00

podcast album

delivered with voice as a old time radio broadcast
The Vignette Marionettes- in the vein of burlesque or old time sci fi
but it could change every broadcast

instrumental delivered with pdf's? they read during track and have it be 10 minutes or more

other will have image with lyrics and accompanied art work as well

The Bus Driver

2007-05-12T19:21:00.000-07:00

It was quite late, that's all he kept thinking on his first day. The training had been monotonous, rigid, and his employees uninspired, lazy, the only risque thoughts of various sexual positions enough to keep them awake. The minutes of the last months were spent simply with his eyes moving back and forth, his head bouncing up and down, and the snores of the homeless taking a free ride interrupting his reflections on the new found life of a Bus Driver.

With fog penetrating the window panes of the flat faced tan colored bus, his wheels screeched while moving fast off the lines with a sudden green light. The area was quiet, the ocean simply around the corner, and down the hills to the golden ages of time. The waves muffled the rich pedigree of the past. Once filled with mansion tops, expensive baths, theme parks, it was now replaced with rather over priced restraunts and a once inspiring park left now to decay whose statues were random persons praised only for their antiquity.

It had only been a 100 years that it existed, maybe a bit more.

He had watched TV programs while unemployed that characterized true artistic wonders, thousands of years old, showing the thoughts and feelings of a civilization long lost to war, famine, revolutions.

"Fucking a hundred years old," he muttered under his breath. "Man, we don't know nothin'."

Cascades of shadows filtered onto his brow as he pulled along the same park now only a 100 years old. When the bus finally came to a halt, he sat back.

Sometimes he would stare off into space for minutes before awakening to either a cab honking, or a bum banging on the door for spare change, or the next shift knocking after catching him asleep while working. He knew the city needed him, they couldn't find anyone to take these shitty hours, and let alone work for a city with such poor benefits and meager wages.

It was always interesting what he saw on the bus rides through the city. The drinkers with their paper bags, the tweekers with their Jack-O-Lantern smiles, or the club kids sucking down water bottles after grinding their teeth, or the little old asian ladies who would only stare at him with a blank stare but smile as they stepped down in a shuffling fashion. These characters, heroes, villians made his days less tedious. He wished he had a notebook to write about the most horrible singer who would sing , "Take me out to the Ballgame," at 6 in morning to woo half asleep damsels in distress. He wore the old Lakers Champions cap with glasses he must have found outside an optometrist's office.

The Plans of the Planets

2007-03-14T23:28:00.000-07:00

New album theme-

stories are dreams- nightmares meant to haunt the dreams of Bela Lugosi- the god of the geppetto universe- each poem, each story is meant to reflect his creation, it is taking the creator and making him face what the day to day is like- tiny dreams, snippets of nightmares

use dreams like-

dads chasing sons whose drugs are burning up in front of them
stadiums where people trying to commit suicide must be televised so all can lament their pain- its your best friend on the TV after having dinner and you didnt know he or she went home to try to end it all
it is becoming a fox and being hunted for sport

random obscure passages dealing with our world- it is meant to destroy Bela, make him go mad, and call off the Galactus

the other story line-

4 kids from random places come together to search out the map, the design for the pod to take the last of the human species to a new planet, a new genesis, and all that ensues with tryin to find the whale's whose belly contains a piece of it- calling it out

that's all for now

2006-12-04T20:31:00.000-08:00

-this was all-
-in communication-

(3 lines said alone- two quartets uttered in succession in rhythmic pattern)

all our cries
flow through time
into darkness

with the wavering
fabrics of skeleton signs
with tiger teeth we puncture
into tweeked out spines

use the symbols of our cultrues
pass so holy, sublime
we simply shimmer in our
artistic vibes

in a foggy hue
smoke rising through
into twilight

with your image in the foreground,
we pressed on for you
with battered, ragged
diamonds in the soles of our shoes

while brotherhood still lingers
on the tips of our tongues
like fingers grappling mysteries of
long ancient songs

the light still calls
the tree roots hunger on
into eternity

chours

-this was all-
-in communication

(-put this chant between samples-)

---we were moving---
---we were moving---

--we were moving space and time---

they're trying not to shake us
in some other dimension,

dare i mention,

its pot

filled with the circulating
thrombolitic
parasitic
idealistic kind of
existential, new age thought

that causes rebels to pick up spears
become isolated man gods
killing their creator with the suffering and love

as they shave
their histories' blood and tears
ignore captured grecians who never hear
the sparatans calls to the best sides of us all

terracotta warriors of another space and time
a different kind of war a sword that
could injure a thousand or more
in the blink of an eye

all our cries
flowing through time
into darkness

this was all

in communication

2006-11-26T11:48:00.000-08:00

Assignment:

This december read- The Rebel by Albert Camus before writing Plans of the Planets-

concepts: rebellion- what is it

Fuck the Galactus, Bitch

2006-11-25T00:39:00.001-08:00

dude we need to put "the clock strikes" after why conversation and leave the three last songs together cause they are connected in theme and story line and are the basic introduction to The Plans of the PLanets- essentially

we begin on the shores of a great ocean, the working class all lying out on the shores of thr pacific ocean, lifeless, still, it is quiet, the dawn of the galactus had come to that last species of a distant planet. We explore the cultures of the future earth, we learn of its social orders, it psychology, its yearning for youth sung off key at midnight, crying, howling out over creation for us to be recognized for the purity longing for an answer. The knowledge of the Galactus' whereabouts, and the 2 gG's.

We end the album in space, out overlooking the ghosts, the remnants of past galacti frozen as statues where other planets had not been so lucky as the humans, total irradication.

The next tale is 4 elements that must be found to unlock the secrets to the blueprint, the blueprint for the device to save only two. who will they be? the 2 gG's? Clint are we destined to rise into space and be left? Who knows? The plans of the planets is to destroy and eat Bela Lugosi, God.

It is the kids, the adults, the races, together looking and catering to inner space and leave outer space to itself.

and
such

were the plans of the planets.

release the gaalctus, bitch

curt aka kurtz aka The Galactus One aka Dik Lizzard

2006-11-04T13:08:00.000-08:00

write a poem based on xanga-

go back and find one liners
poem is made up of observations and one liners over the last 2 years

2006-11-02T01:56:00.000-08:00

and i'll be stuck here forever
living in the ghost of your song

and i'll be stuck here forever
moving on
moving on

(underneath singing repetitively" the comfort of TV the comfort of TV the comfort of TV

Story Notes

2006-10-30T09:13:00.000-08:00

Whales-

A whale is frozen like a statue in the ocean- somewhere- the key to finding the blueprint is to unlock various secrets on the earth- there are 4- something like the elements- earth, wind, fire, water- and so in this story- the plans of the planets begins with earth and its whales- to locate the blueprint, must awaken the cestcean- if awakened, it will rise above the water and its song will trigger some reaction that will help lead to the blueprint-

make the song actually focus on aspects of whales, like physiology all runnin rampant in vocals, no moby dick refrences please, overdone

anyway- travel through water by one of the teenagers- who are the main characters in Plans of the Planets- skippin school, wanting to become part of the 2 G's and defeat the Galactus filling the horizon with the emerald glow of his eyes, the horizon is a greenish hue at night

Star Trek Film Notes

2006-10-29T23:26:00.000-08:00

The Only Relevant Species- Whales

10 minutes- cool discussion of the one vs the many, philosophical discussions with Spock

21 minutes- "United Federation of the Planets" Distress Signal

25 minutes- deciphering the probe message- whales are extinct- "songs sung by whales"- 10 million years before man- alien probe to discover why lost contact

28 minutes- plan of finding whales to bring to future

30 minutes- Hamlet reference- then "may fortune favor the foolish" then series of warps, steady as she goes, warp 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE POWER THE POWER GOES ON- FROM EVERY PLANET IN EVERY SEA
THE POWER THE POWER GOES ON- IT'S IN YOU ALL, CAN'T YOU SEE

34 minutes- i am receiving whale song, song coming from SAN FRANCISCO- From THE CITY- That Doesn't make sense- DUDE WE'RE USIN THIS MAN- slow his voice so it is way low- from the city

36 minutes- set us down in golden gate park- hells yea

41 minutes- walk the streets of san francisco and find some humpback whales

46- scientific discussion on the physiology and behaviors of whales- detailed physio here- and the principle enemy is man-

49 minutes- discusses what purpose of song truly is- mating situal? navigation? communication beyond our comprehension??

stop watching 1 hour 4 minutes

2006-10-28T03:20:00.001-07:00

2006-10-27T10:37:00.000-07:00

2006-10-23T23:03:00.000-07:00

going to start bringing my cassette tape- 10 people all saying:

"and such were the plans of the planets-"

then ask questions-

where did we come from?

if there is a god what is that like? If not, why don't you think there is a form of God?

what do you think the Galactus is?

What music do you hate the most and why?

What music do you love the most and why?

There's apparently something about whales

2006-10-19T02:11:00.000-07:00

So we're doin a whale song- i'm not entirely sure what this means, but i'm doin some kindof story about them great orcas! haha YEE HAW! SEA WORLD!! SOUTHERN CAAAAAALIFORNIA!!!! REPTILES! HOLLYWOOD!!! FAKE TITTIES!!!!!

Yep, there's something about whales, their sounds, their size, the fact that they're mammals trips people out the most. We are related to these biiiiig fucking fish in the sea, and I am quite sure the evangelicals praise it so bc of the bible relationship- even Shamu can be pawned off as a great moral parable about God and man.

Thus, I must look deeply into the movie called Star Trek: The Voyage Home- and i believe it is 6

I mean, why did they count every fuckin one- seriously, it is boring corporate advertisers who think we can't follow sequential movies- everyone knows Empire Strikes Back is in the middle and that Two Towers is the most epic and killer- the middle is a good place to be according to the critics.

So there's that- and we need to now install the idea of interviewing people on the street and asking really philosophical questions, take them off guard, see how they respond, send them to Clint, let him fuck with it, and BAM we gotta track- if I go down to the Haight for 5 minutes I'd have enough material for 5 albums of sampling

And so it shall be forever and ever and ever

MORE

and now

the name of the third book

[g]eppetto [G]estapo- "Sir, We have the 2 G's Here"

2006-10-12T14:09:00.000-07:00

Further Story Line for Geppetto Gestapo

2006-10-11T22:13:00.000-07:00

Plans of the Planets-

Each human species has traveled planet to planet, where they travel out to next planet and Galactus kills each- and the way they get away each time is that a blueprint has been passed down to each human species traveling to new planet, the blueprint is for building a traveling sphere- so the plans of the planets is that this info gets out, but the humans have misplaced it over time- this is the longest they have gone- decrease in intellect???- in the plans of the planets possibly have a story of these kids, or detail each kid's adventure to retrieve the blueprint- to get to the blueprint they must get a piece of the galactus's heel- why though??? Think on this

Carpet Remains

2006-10-10T21:39:00.000-07:00

Sik & Dik Lizzard in Carpet Remains

Story 1

Bob C Cock is supposedly dead, as Carpet Reamins we find him alive and well- thus we start a war of the absurb, we enter onto a Primus forum and announce Bob C Cock is alive and well- we will offer 1,000,000 to any man to find him and bring him to us

Find a hidden code to use for them to decipher- only the seriously good assassins will know

Thus song 1, we explore the exploits of 3 seperate characters, 3 seperate assassins as they try to chase and find Bob

While chasing him, they never quite get to him- before they do, however, they meet their end

use 3 seperate voices for each lyric

For metal parts- Scream:

I'M COMING FOR YOU!

Troy in Uganda: Ultimate Heart of Darkness Tribute

2006-08-27T16:37:00.000-07:00

Story told to me by Troy Drysdale, allowing me to write it, based on actual events.

Story begins with students visiting Kenya. Find a website about an island with concrete relics, kind of like a resort in the middle of nowhere. What unravels is akin to a modern Heart of Darkness in sense of vibe these individuals were experiencing, not in total plot line as far as imperialism is concerned, but it does comment somewhat on eden and primitivism- are we happier at our most primitive state, a ravenous beast bent on serving itself and providing for its kin? The students are told to visit a fish village about an hour south of their primary location. They are then told to visit a small restraunt there, and ask for Mama Grace. Mama Grace could be this character who fancies the island owner, so she doesn't mind helpin him out, the free weed is also nice.

She directs him to a port a few miles down, I could insert lots of cool imagery here, like interesting relics, skulls, start to elaborate THIS AS A TRANSISTION or IN THE UNIVERSE HERE, THE MAN IS SOON TO LEARN OF HOW HOMINDS LIVED, MORE RELATION, BUT DO NOT BE DIRECT, MAN, KEEP IT VERY BELOW THE SURFACE
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As they arrive to the boat, they learn about navigating by the stars, as the sun will not illuminate the correct path in the rivers, but it is cloudy and the characters don't understand why they are still proceeding forth. However, they learn the reason later as the notice he rivers at night actually glow green, bright green, they made a type of paint that has flourescnet properities, so that's how they get there. They realize it is a supply boat, maybe a disguise for criminal acts, or another favor for weed.

As they arrive they see a dim latern on some kind of bank. As they get closer a large bonfire, like the aggies bonfire (find the height), erupts and a ragged man, british, with wild hair and beard comes out in a torn white coat with a blue and gold hawaiian shirt underneath, comes out. It is honor system on number of beers, but pot is planted on the island everywhere and is free. He built the island with his own hands, the stone "dorm" and his own "castle," which will be described in the story as they come. The castle, however so I can remember it, has three floors, nothing on the 1st, a gust room on the 3rd, and his on the 4th- the stairwell spirals up in the shape of a square. Rises to the 3rd floor. In his room, there is a ladder to the top, where you can see the panoramic 360 view of his island and the shore off in the distance, elaborate here in the concepts of primitivism and relay the story to main character about his killing fisherman that are unable to swim, never taught, which explains all the drowning. He first murders to protect his fish and island, as the fishermen there started to catch fish in the shallow waters, pregnant fish who hold their babies in their mouths until matured age, but they are swatting plungers in the top of the water, which causes the pregnant mothers to swim away releasing the babies, killing their flock, but catching the fleshy mothers, essentially eradicating their commerce supply. From then on character, learned that killing sometimes is necessary in the most primitive of states, war is merely an extension of this concept.

Fire ants eat pigs whole, and charcters experience their bite first hand while exploring island. They then notice the strange concrete structures.

Have an episode where a police boat is coming towards island and freaks! However, it is merely corruption in full view, as the police were paid to take some bird watchers out to some indigenous, off the path places.

In huts, there are lizards and bugs, mice in the walls, rumbling around, their feet panning all over like the hitting of sticks, The dog opens door, in suspense characters react, think it is the singluar hippo on the island or a wild boar, but it is only the island owner's dog.

Draw comparisons of Kafka's Castle with characters Castle, making a proper metaphor with the ideas by the Czech existentialist.

Have two Danish blokes come out with young african girlfriends, and have some disagreement or do AS TROY SAID, HE LOOKS AWAY, HE BELIEVES THAT BY MERELY ACKNOWLEDGING IT, HE IS DOING ITA GREAT SERVICE. HAVE THIS CONCEPT RUN THROUGH BY BEGINNING STORY WITH PROTAGONIST WALKING DOWN ROAD, SEEING A DEAD MAN ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, LOOKING MERELY AT IT ONCE, AND THINKING THAT IS ENOUGH, HE WALKS ON TO MEET UP WITH FRIENDS FOR TRIP.

Religion-
There are evil spirits living among us, living in one's belly, curses from the despair and grudges of their ancient ancestors or other folk. And curses are like stones or sticks you hurl out at a passing animal. When you throw them, they can go anywhere, they can hit an unintended target, and withcraft is like that. Essentially, as a curse is made on another it flies across space, a metaphysical air, and could hit the victim's child instead of intended victim. Add this element to story, maybe have the island owner say this is his new religion, a truth revealed to him by living in those environments, science dissipates, technology and understanding of nature's complexity disappear, leaving the basic spiritual presence of ghosts and spirits, living and breathing in another world, the world that is producing these words, even.

Music Related Idea

2006-08-24T17:08:00.000-07:00

For Plans of the Planets,

1) Opening is kid speaking about Galactus and humans moving past first planet which will doom the human race yet again, the only way to save it is by finding an ancient relic left by the contributors who started the species millenia ago. It has the answers to stopping the galactus. Once kid is through speaking, kicks into heavy, Isis jam.

2) Get RadioShack voice recorder, interview people and ask Question of Existence idea, what they would do if given the chance? Take all responses and litter them through the album as samples, also could use all to construct one sentence made of fragments from interviews.

3) Use recorder to record city sounds to give atmosphere to some tracks.

That is all.

Another story idea

2006-08-20T14:52:00.000-07:00

Prison systems, small towns using privately funded prisons to house criminals, why is the US the leader in imprisoning its own people? Is the US govt changing slowly before our eyes into more extreme, more facist type of country? And are we simply moving along, lulled to sleep by commerce, such that under the surface, as the world's politics become more caustic, our response as a nation becomes more repressive? More backward? Why do fight a war on drugs when we embrace a drug that is killing our planet and murdering thousands now to millions of people, OIL?

It's Wallstreet, It's a New Day

2006-08-20T00:10:00.000-07:00

So the new idea for a short story, is the story of a hungry wallstreet wannabe, a person bent on making it and the boss who creates a game, a world of facades to test the young up and coming investment advisor

The boss is slick, has the gentlemen appear at 4AM for an interview where he asks him what he can offer bc he know he has something he can offer him

He invites for a meeting with the business advisors, passes the test, meets with the main head honcho, where has asks for a salary and he says, "don't ever tell, let them make the offer first, then revise it all!

Read Liar's Poker and bget background then write the story

This along with other story idea:

Man addcited to entering contests and all the angles for why he finds it worth his while to win, and he does win with persistence, but why contests? Why the obsession with the feeling of winning in unwinnable odds?????

What does that reinforce?

What makes one do whatever to make it? What drives the man besides money, why money?

About the Authors

2006-08-19T14:27:00.000-07:00

We only need 55 minutes of your time, that's all we ask. This is a literary and musical experience, where you must follow along, you must participate to see where the conception came from, and have fun with this little experiment.

What you have included here is the map of the galaxy of the galactus, a parallel universe of ideas geared towards innerspace, not outerspace. There is a story which will unravel before you if you look hard enough, if you put your mind in REVERSE. Think of our intergalactic map as a map of your mind, where you delve into the most insignificant moments to draw and discuss what drives yet cripples our species, what makes us who we are. This is what this whole work is, it is taking those small, memorable moments and speaking about how the little things say millions of things about what makes this world such an incredibly complex, ugly beautiful place.

On this map, there is a short story side and a poetry side. For each instrumental,which includes (in order) the Hominds are the Next Big Thing, Pearls and Dirty Deals, Why Conversation, and Questions of Existence, please refer to the stories printed on the galactic map of our universe. This will enhance the experience, as this is how we constructed these tracks, and put this all together. For the vocal tracks or others, the poetry side contains the mouth of the galactus, swallowing the innerspace, and swallowing pride and other harmful personality traits, what we all wish to do really.

This sounds extremely pretentious, we know, but this is entirely an artistic exercise, we felt could challenge what we do. We did this, not for any money, but because we love music, we love trying something new, something different. This is not some miserable little album geared towards the darkest sides of humanity, but instead examines thoughtfully who we are and where we are going, yet does touch upon issues such as end of life and poor choices we sometimes make in life.

We hope you find something in this album, maybe something you haven't thought about, or found something that reinforces what you already know to be true. We want people to think, as we have thought and worked hours out of our free time to contribute to what we feel is the most incredible part of the human species, art.

This album is dedicated to our father, who has unconditionally provided and worked to help us grow. We are not free from our mistakes, but his love has always carried us in his arms through this perilous adventure called life. Thank you for fighting, for working, and for loving us enough to accept our choices or at least try to!

With nothing but pennies in our pockets, we offer you everything that we are,

[g]eppetto [G]estapo

[g]eppetto [G]estapo is: Tone999 and Kurtz Oneday

The following have contributed and provided ideas and music-

jon gerdemann
Know One
andrew najberg
Gigi

samples and image work:

Portrait of Bela used in Map drawn by Basil Gogos
Sample [the galactus]- from the film, "Glen or Glenda," directed by Ed Wood
Sample [question of existence] from NASA Space Station audio located at NASA TV
link- http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/shuttle/shuttlemissions/sts121/index.html
Sample [pearls and dirty deals] from (get link)
Vocals for [the clock strikes midnight, resonating over the jungle canopy]- Gigi

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2006-08-18T09:40:00.000-07:00

Book One off to be pressed and mixed

2006-08-17T03:17:00.000-07:00

We are in the final stages of completion of all recording and will soon start mixing and mastering, and also printing our book/album

It is the Galaxy of the Galactus

We finished our photoshoot and waiting on the pictures!

Can't wait

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