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

Album Details

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

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 the record now (spit fast)
Spinning on and on for endless days
Pause
We have scratches to save
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

(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

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

new idea for podcast

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

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

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

-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

Assignment:

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

concepts: rebellion- what is it

Fuck the Galactus, Bitch

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

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

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

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

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