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[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

Based on the story by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Another Fucking Bulletin Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

dreams = hint to get 4 elements
Bela is ot god

Book 3 Cover Song

Bob Dylan's Series of Dreams

Dimension of Dreams- Album Layout

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

need to get permission but should be pretty cool

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

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

Geppetto Gestapo Introduces the Hydrogen Jukebox World

Then Geppetto Gestapo Presents:
Book One: The Vignette Marionettes

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

Dreams Part 1

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

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

Talk to Me

:

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

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

That pride
That pulse
Let go
Let's talk

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

As it knocks
We look away
But not tomorrow
Not today

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

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

(end here, drifting wood is the feeling)

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Release the Galactus

Release the Galactus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Release Me
Release the fountains
Release Me
Release the gnashing

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

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

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

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

Bela Lugosi as God in Plans of the Planets

Notice to the Door Part 2: Disruption of Dreams

Hello Citizens of Earth,

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

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

Can you feel my agitation?

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

Is it?

People of earth, am I worthy of metaphysical rebellion?

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

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

Do I care- not really.

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

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

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

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

Bela Lugosi aka GOD

Song Notes

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

end of album

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

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

Talk to Me

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

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

That pride
That pulse
Let go
Let’s talk

(get louder, sing similar refrain)

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

As it knocks
We look away
But not tomorrow
Not today

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

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

Letter from the Creator

For Bulletin Posts:


Hello Citizens of Earth,

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

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

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

EVER.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bela Lugosi aka GOD

[p]lans of the [P]lanets

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

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

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

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

Ready to Record:
Fibonacci Sequence
New Day Awaits