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This is your old pal Curt here.
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
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
click here to download:
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
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!
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
Put on your war paint. Time to smash the metaphysical masters and let the spears fly.
Fresh from the hard drive of the main producer and song writer of all things (g)eppettoGESTAPO, Tone 999. This is podcast 4!
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.
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
(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)
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.
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)
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.
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