RIP Gene Wilder

Lyrics:
Come with me and you’ll be
In a world induced by medication
Take a pill, and you’ll kill 
Every bit of your imagination

We’re all just guinea pigs
Huddled in our cage
It may affect you different
Depending on your age

Wander deep into sleep
As your apartment burns to desolation
Shed a tear, drink some beer
When your landlord threatens litigation

You want all the bells and whistles
Glowing lights and amphetamine crystals
Three blind mice, high on ice
See how they run


Special thanks to https://soundcloud.com/famous-forgotten-artists for putting this song on their podcast https://www.mixcloud.com/Fromwhisperstoscreams/session84-beyond-the-clouds-there-are-millions-of-stars-5/

Really Happy for your support!

Singles

Drowsy

Safe As Raw Pork

Safe As Raw Pork (Instrumental)

Instruments played:  Sitar, Guitar, Bass, Drums

Lyrics:

Everything under the sun and the moon
The emperor will be there soon
His greatness will bless the land
All the people hand in hand

His presence filled with gloom and grace, 
Sadness etched within his face
Magnificent and Splendorous
Generous and Dangerous

Emperor's Greatness

Lyrics:

You gotta get off the alcohol, or you’re nothing, you’re nothing
You don’t know why you smell so bad, and you’re ugly
Gotta get off the alcohol, or you’re nothing, you’re nothing
Gonna get thrown in Alcatraz and raped in the ass

Once a day, every day
Crack open a few beers
Time to see, will I be
The biggest phaggot of the year?

I gotta bottle of wine, that’s not really mine
I don’t care whose it is, it makes me feel fine
Spend all my time drinking alone
Restless spirit, I got an itch in my bone

I don’t care what people say, or if they think I’m gay
I, oh I
I’m a head case and space cadet spacey as hell

You gotta get off the alcohol, you loser, you loser
Don’t know why you suck at work and you’re stupid
Gotta get off the alcohol you loser, you loser
Can’t come up with ideas anymore, and slurring your speech

When I’m gone, who will care
Was there anything there?
When I croak, will I choke
On my dead collapsing lungs?

I’ve drank and smoked my life right into the ground
And I’ve been known to buy my drugs by the pound
Sometimes it seems I  hate everyone
Sometimes I wonder if I’m having any fun

I don’t care what people think
Or if my dick does stink
I, oh I
I wonder if I feel anything at all

You gotta get off the alcohol you phaggot, you phaggot
You only shower once a week and you’re ugly
Gotta get off the alcohol you phaggot, you phaggot
Things have gone from bad to worse, 
And they’ll get worse fast

Da Da Da, Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da, Da
Da Da Da, Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da, Da

Gotta Get Off

Lyrics:

Something is happening, nature unbalancing
Got to do something before it’s too late
There’s nothing that can be done to stop it, can we
All just do something and start a clean slate
The wonders we’re handling spirits are channeling
Ghosts of the past are still here today
Nothing can ever be destroyed completely
It manifests itself in some other way

Now tomorrow comes, it’s already here
Can you hear it calling?  The future is near

There will come a day where you will have to say
The things that no one would ever want to say
Nothing is guaranteed in life, not your safety
Or your happiness, or even dismay
Reach out and grab it, the life, you can have it
Don’t just sit around wasting another day
Find it in yourself to get off of the shelf
The life that you need, there is no other way

Now and for always, you are what you’re meant to be
And in this moment you are one little thing in everything

Debts are encroaching and death is approaching
The end is nearer every day that you live
But don’t let it scare you, or even impair you
In living and giving all that you can give
There’s no time like right now, and maybe somehow
We can all just do something before it’s too late
We should all be reaching for what we are preaching
And maybe some day we will control our fate

One Little Thing In Everything

This song should not exist

lyrics:

I’ve got a gift for you, so open it up
Give it a stroke and I’ll fill your cup
Unleash the demon, and I’ll whip it out
Unzip my pants and I’ll stick it out, yeah

My dick is a miles long
That’s why I wrote this song for you, it’s for you
And when I’m creaming jeans 
It will make all your dreams come true, come true

And if you start to think you don’t give a fuck
This thing is bigger than a garbage truck
Unleash the weasel, it’ll give you a bite
You know I got the rizz, I’ll do it right

Rizztastic master of the dirty arts
When I’m done my dick will be smelling of farts
There is no reason why you wouldn’t want
My big fat dick inside your hairs cunt

If it’s not your birthday
It doesn’t really matter anyway
I got a gift so open it
That shirt you’re wearing now, I’ll be soaking it

When we put our heads together
I swear it’ll make it better
And when we become one
I’ll be glad to give you some

Choking hazard on the side
Just be careful on the ride
Smells like some old bologna
Eat it like some cannelloni, now dig it, yeah 

Big dick, big dick, big dick, big dick
Big dick, big dick, big dick, big dick

I've Got A Gift For You (It's My Penis)

Lyrics:

Here comes the night to dim out the light
Burn the candle light until the morning comes
Things will be great if we can wait
Till then I sing this song
And hope it won’t be long

The candle flickers bright, giving us sight
As far as we can see, there’s stillness in the night
Another day has passed, wash away at last
The things that I’ve done wrong
And you know I’ve been wrong

So play guitar and pluck the strings
Forget all the wicked things
I don’t need to be angry anymore

The wind between the hills, giving me chills
The frost will be melted by the morning light
What’s lost we lament in holy sacrament
The distant sun will rise
And shine into our eyes

The morning dew will form, a new day is born
The birth of the light is beginning now
The birds they will sing, the sun beams killing
The darkness of the night
Today I’ll make things right

So forgive all your evil deeds
Sew the ground with your new seeds
I don’t need to be angry anymore

I Don't Need To Be Angry (Anymore)

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Powerhouse Of The Cell

'insecure'

A huge thank you to Scotty (https://soundcloud.com/one-man-verity-show) for working the magic on vocals and lyrics.  We've been talking about collabing for a while now, and I'm glad we finally got to it.  Cheers brother!

Scotty: lyrics & vocals
Ultrasonic Pest Repellent: music

Would you bring me home some roses?
Could you make me food to eat?
Can we candy up our noses?
And make ourselves each others treat?

Girl, you know that I love you
wholeheartedly and true.
But if you stop reciprocating,
I swear to Jah that we are through.

Baby, now that you have had me,
have I left you satisfied?
Or have I left you like the others;
to feel the need that you should lie?

Girl, you know that I love you
wholeheartedly and true.
But if you stop reciprocating,
I swear to Jah that we are through.

I'm insecure.
It's true.

Insecure - One Man Verity Show and UPR collab

Lyrics:

Axis of symmetry dividing what’s the same
Coincidentally both sides are what’s to blame
And if you find you can’t make heads or tails of
Just flip the coin and see it’s all of the above  

Don’t ask me what it is that makes us susceptible
To the divisive plan, we are so gullible
More money, more people, but nothing’s ever done
We’ve hit a critical point, now tell me who has won

Perpetual disease is human ignorance
Don’t dare step out of line, they’ve got your finger prints
Hatred of your neighbour will keep you all in line
Distraction from the truth will be our suicide

Pointlessly hating your fellow man out of pride
Instead realize that they could be on your side
The real enemy will be brought to their knee
Only if we can get past what we disagree

Playing both sides of it was their plan from day one
What’s happened in the past is only what’s to come
I get the feeling that it’s already too late
Broken apart and directionless is our fate   

Hate and blame your neighbour because of the hat he wears
Pretend he’s your enemy, see how well it fairs
In time they’ll have you fight a pointless civil war
It’s only ever meant to keep you dumb and poor

Civil unrest is just the symptom, not the source
They’re more than happy to let anger take it’s course
Hatred for thy brother and thy sister burns inside
Safely tucked away, the real culprit sits and hides

Axis Of Symmetry

Not So Crazy Now, Am I?

Curb Your Attitude

The backing track was put together using a jam session recorded with just drums and rhythm guitar, bass and lead guitar were added in later.  It's pretty sloppy, but it was fun.  

Big Pharma - Guitar, Bass
Mick Mack - Drums

The Jambalaya Playa (Sloppy Joe Jam)

Our latest sound experiment.  My first time recording guitar with my Grandmeister Deluxe 40 amp.  The string movements are done with synths.  Drums have echo effects.  Another one I planned on putting vocals on, but didn't.  Hope you enjoy, any feedback is appreciated.

https://youtu.be/c7qbksbswzY

Eternal Resonance

My cover of the classic tune Mamma Mia by the one and only Abba.  I MAY have taken a few liberties in song structure and style.

https://youtu.be/mj6qqu2KJUQ

Mamma Mia - Abba Cover

Dream Sequence

I Spent All My Victim Points On Crack

This is a cover of the track that made me a fan of this great band, who I've been fortunate enough to see live twice.  This is also the first time I'm recording using analog equipment.  I just received my Yamaha MT50 4-track recorder, and I felt the first song that needed to be recorded on it was this amazing folk song.  If you haven't, check out the original.  Thanks for listening!

The Ballad of Jim Jones - The Brian Jonestown Massacre cover

I made this song because having just one song about my huge penis was not cutting it, and I felt you all needed another one to get the message

I've Got A Big Boner

I haven't uploaded in a while, so I figured I'd post some random shit.  I can attest this is what Jazz would sound like to a Pop-punk fan, as I used to be a Pop-punk fan who didn't understand jazz.  Now that I've ruined my brain with over use of marijuana and psychedelics, jazz makes perfect sense to me, but at one point, it sounded just like this.  This track was recorded and mixed on analogue equipment, which automatically makes it superior to digital peasant music.

This Is What I Imagine Jazz Sounds Like To A Pop Punk Fan

Lyrics

Mother is always at home
And the flies just won’t leave her alone
Her flesh falls onto the floor
She doesn’t talk to me anymore

Forsaken trust fills me with guilt
Destroyed the family that she had built
Albatross like a noose around my throat
That which decays under the surface will float

Frozen face, eyeballs decayed
Surrounded by flowers where she is laid
Occult books piled in a stack
Maybe someday I’ll bring her back

Decompose
I oppose
To compose my brain 
I’m fucking insane

I suppose 
I will close
The windows to keep her spirit inside

I can never 
Let her go
Not physically nor in the form of her soul

No one left
To forget
And forgive the evil deeds that I’ve done

Mother's Corpse

Lyrics

When the bow breaks, the cradle will
Come tumbling down into the darkened chasmic hell
The same which countless others
Disappeared inside before

The tranquil state in which we’ve lived
Perishes right before our eyes
Lost to the ages of time, we’ll forget

Just like a vanquished mortal soul
What once existed in the flesh
Will disappear, leaving behind traces
Ashes and decaying bone

The fragile lamb of stable life
Ceases to breathe and bleeds out
Gone are days of light

Then soon we all begin to lose 
Sight of the things that once had held
Us tight and close
Bonded, inseparable
Never to be ripped apart

Mortar that held together bricks 
Impenetrable fortress
Deteriorated beyond all repair

In time the foundational cracks
Of our own selfish deceit and betrayal acts
Would crumble down and destroy
For what we had sacrificed

Then in a foolish naive way
Blame all those but ourselves
So bold is ignorance

Sun setting down behind the darkened
Clouds, leaving us in darkness
Forever gone, what once had shone
Is gone forever now, we will wonder how we

Let things get so bad, what choice have we had
As captives of greed filled rackets
Any chance we got only ever brought 
A knife right in our backs, 
Broken structure cracks

Beep Boop

This track was recorded on a Tascam 424 MKIII 4 track tape machine.  The guitar and drums were recorded together at once, and the bass track was added after.  The track was sped up using the pitch control dial on the analog equipment.  Mick Mack on Drums, Gremescer Fuckburger on Guitar and Bass.

Fred Leppelin

This song is dedicated to my love and admiration of the poop-smearing GOAT of rock music, the one and only, GG Allin.  The skilled musicianship of this musical recording is a flattering tribute to his stunning genius.  Recorded on a 4 track tape machine.

I Like GG Allin

SOS (Distress Signal Part 3)

WARNING: Contains the most epic metal scream of all time

Recorded on a Tascam 4 track tape machine.  Gremescer plays the drums, which is why they suck.

She Was Too Darn Young

A work in progress, I intend on adding vocals eventually

Neo Blues

Dookie Howser

Great working with Scotty again, always knows what to bring in terms of lyrics and vocals.  

Scotty: Lyrics & vocals
UPR: Music
Gems: Background vocals

Lyrics:
Well, the wind is pickin' up,
and the sea is gettin' rough.
Midday has turned to dusk,
and we're feelin' Iike we're fucked.
Yet, still, we can't get enough
'cause somehow we get some love
for spillin' out our guts
about each time we've been fucked,
and each time that we have fucked,
and each time we've lost our trust,
and each time we've showed disgust
each time we treat time with fuss.
Each time, every time, we must
treat each time like we're in lust.
Otherwise, each time will pass and we'll
have lost each time. For what?

Absolutely nothing, baby.
Do you trust me? Yes or maybe?
Don't be shy, babe, come persuade me.
Spill it out, now, don't be angry.
I just want you. You're my baby.
Learned to trust you. You've regained me.
Fear to love you. Yes, it pains me.
Still, I'll fuck you. You'll repay me.

Somehow I still feel this is right.
And I can't put up no more fight.
If this consumes me, then so be it.
We'll be in movies, or some 'd' skit.

I'm just kiddin'.
I'm just joshin'.
Why fuss hauntin'
all my dreams when
you're just kiddin',
and just joshin'.
You're just hauntin'
my dreams because you can.

Why you gotta fuck with me?

I'm gonna take hold of you.
Throttle your neck until you're blue.
Don't think once that this dude
won't make you swallow what you've chewed.

Oracles (with One Man Verity Show)

Inspired by the Stanley Kubrick film A Clockwork Orange.  The opening synth part is supposed to be reminiscent of the main theme from the movie.  The whole track is meant to outline a night of ultraviolence committed by Alex DeLarge and his fellow droogs.  Hopefully it's real horrorshow.

Horrorshow

You do not recognize any of the bodies in the water


Members:

Gremescer Fuckburger: Vocals, lyrics, guitar, bass, sitar, synths, keyboards, Saxophone, Drums, Didgeridoo

Mick Mack: Drums, vocals

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