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

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

Thanks to Clay Young for doing the deed of adding vocals to this twisted piece of something.

Clay Young's channel: https://soundcloud.com/clay-young-360347153

Clay Young - Vocals, lyrics
Big Pharma - Sitar, Guitar, Bass, Drum Machine


Lyrics (by Clay Young)

Woke up on the wrong side of Hell
Face down, I’m a fool in love with a mistress of pain

Go on and make me beg
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
On sale at the mattress store

Set my heart ion fire
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
On sale at the mattress store

Set my heart on fire
Bed of nails
On sale at the mattress store

I’m lying down on this iron tower
Sleeping on the devil’s toothpick

Go on and make me beg
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
On sale at the mattress store

Set my heart on fire
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
I’m dreaming of something softer
Bed of Nails
Bed of Nails

Bed of nails
She’s my iron maiden
Bed of nails
I should have bought a hammock

Face down, my mistress of pain
Bed of nails
No pillow is gonna save my head
Woke up on the wrong side of hell

Go on and make me beg
No pillows gonna save my head
I’m sleeping with the devil
And he smells like a wet dog

Set my heart on fire
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
On sale at the mattress store

Go on and make me beg
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
On sale at the mattress store

Set my heart ion fire
No pillows gonna save my head
Bed of Nails
I’m dreaming of something softer

Bed Of Nails - Clay Young collab

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

Going back to my vaporwave roots (although this is not a remix, there are no samples used)

Liminal Shopping Mall

It is to be noted that the music and melody starting at 2:25 and ending at 3:00 was written by Liam Sternberg and originally performed by The Bangles, and is from the song Walk Like An Egyptian, with new lyrics written by Ultrasonic Pest Repellent.


Lyrics:

Some people say I act like a zombie
Cause I remember stupid memes like Harambe
Come on, Acting really cool like you wanna be
The only thing I’m good at is nothing

Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing

Living off the smokes that I’m bumming
You call me up, and I say that I’m coming
But I’m actually just laying down sleeping
When the neighbours are fucking, I’ll go Tom-peeping

Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing
Good at doing nothing

Got a broken nose, the scatman goes a-skibbity-doop doopity boppity bop
Listen to the tune, oh eh oh, you bust it out to the hippity hop
Arnold Swartzenegger was so cool before he was into politics
If you think this sucks, oh eh oh, pull down my pants, give me anal licks

Homeless guys with their fentanyl pipes, eh oh, eh oh, oh eh, oh oh, eh oh

Dying from the addiction

Good At Doing Nothing

Curb Your Attitude

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)

Great working with Scotty (https://soundcloud.com/one-man-verity-show) 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)

I'm not gonna lie to you guys, this one's gonna assault your ears.  It's rough and nasty.  This is actually a live version of a track we released years ago, originally called "Who Were Fanny And Phaggot?"  This is also the only song to feature our occasional bassist, Dick Wartz, who plays bass on both versions.  Gremescer plays guitar and vocals, and Mick Mack is on drums.  This track was recorded on a Tascam 4 track tape machine, and believe me, it shows.  There's some mighty fine tape rasp and hiss in there for some of the real audiophiles out there.  Don't say you weren't warned.  

Recorded on August 12, 2025

Dark Slide of the Moon - Live

This was the first bass recording I did with my Fender Mustang bass when I first got it a few months ago.  I originally intended to add more, but I figure by now, that's probably not gonna happen, so I figured I'd just upload it as is.  

Long Dong Silver

Jimi Hendrix asked, "Are You Experienced?"  Tina Turner asked, "What's Love Got To Do with it?"  And now folks, you are presented with perhaps the penultimate conundrum, of which the answer will undoubtedly separate the mortal men from the metamorphosized brain-gorilla übermensch race.  The question is, "Do you have what it takes?"  

Do You Have What It Takes To Smell The Farts Of Stone Cold?

This is a re-upload of a track that was recorded a few years ago.  It was originally recorded in 2023, and it consists of 3 different segments of sitar and drum jams spliced together with subsequent sitar and bass tracks added after.  Drums were played by Mick Mack, sitar and bass by Gremescer Fuckburger.  I generally like the way it turned out, but I always wished I had tuned the sitar better before recording.  I have edited this track a bit to fix some of the tuning issues, but there is only so much I can do.  Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Orchid (Remastered)

Now THIS is a shitty song!

Lyrics:
All you people, better watch your back
He’s parkour poopin’ down the railroad track
Gonna mount his fecal attack
He’s a scatophilic acrobat

Taking shits and doing the splits,
Nobody can withstand the spray of his fecal blitz
Squirting doo doo everywhere
While he does back flips through the air

Look out for shit streaks
They’re signs that he’s lurking
In quarters of town in your vicinity
How can this be?  I’ll tell you
There’s no one that won’t be covered in his shit
From head to toe you’ll be drenched
In his ca-ca, oh Chewbacca!
Nobody knew his weaponized poo
Would be used as a warfare projectile
Hosing you down all over town
His volcanic asshole erupts on your face

Gotta eat his fibre and prunes
Using diarrhea to make water balloons
The odor from his shitting spree
It will bring you to your fucking knees

Taking dumps and stumping chumps
Gulping down laxatives while snorting some bumps
Getting chased on down the road,
You can all fucking suck on his choad

Don’t need a pit stop
He’ll break into your shop
And dook on the carpet, 
Then he’ll do it again till quarter to ten, and then he’ll
Re-aim his cross hairs to seniors in park squares
The elderly won’t be spared
Of his diarrhetic discharge
On a war path, excretion blast
Nobody will make it out unstained
Infections of staph, run to the bath
And clean yourself off before it’s too late, now

Taking shits and doing flips
Falling down stairs and breaking his hips
Rush him to the hospital
Where he’ll take a fucking shit on you all

Taking poops and marching the troops
Squirting his shit through flying circus hoops
He’s a GG Allin fan
He’s a scatophilic acrobat

He’s off to the races
He’ll crap on your faces
And onto your dinner plate
You’re throwing a fit, you’re eating his shit
It’s time to seek shelter immediately
Or fall victim to his digestive system
Spray your ugly face with ca-ca
Time to get hit with a blast of shit
Pretty soon you will be seeing brown
His shit is punk rock, the best on the block
Got fired from his job as a circus clown


Scatophilic is not a real word, I made it up

Scatophilic Acrobat

The music for this song was written years ago for a different band I was in.  The original title was "Where's Tomorrow Go?" and had different lyrics, and was sung by another singer.  Unfortunately, that band is no longer active, and I always liked the instrumental I'd made for this tune, so I finally decided to redo it with my own lyrics and vocals.  I figure a more serious song is in order after my last upload.  I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

Another wasted day has come to pass
Another page left blank in my book
Even if I try to scribble something down
Who the hell would ever want to take a look
I just can’t think of where to start it all
But I think I know how it will end
The second act is dragging on for too long
As I figure out the message it will send

Always find myself needing to be the villain
Could never see myself being the lead
A good protagonist needs to be stimulating
Something to relate to that I don’t have, but I need
I suppose I’m just looking for an excuse
To justify my existential dread
The prologue doesn’t lead up to any intro
Will I have the nerve to write any words before I’m dead 

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my vocabulary
Or if it’s lack of motivation
That prevents me from articulating the words
That would paint the mental illustration
A picturesque account of something more than life
To be remembered for the ages to come
Can I be the hero, or the mischief maker?
Can I find the courage to do what must be done?

In a hundred years will there be anything
Left to prove that I existed at all
What would it take for people to remember me?
A legendary rise to fame, then perhaps a great fall
Good deeds are so often forgotten about
Yet evil doings are immortalized
Who remembers the benevolent Roman Leaders
When the evil ones intrigue us more

The Book Of Life

I made this song just to use my new megaphone

Lyrics:

Jimmy Green Beans, center stage of the show
His mustache covered in bits of blow
Coming at you like a B22
Injecting intravenous shit into you, alright

He's a criminal
It's subliminal
Grab the megaphone
He'll take your girl home

Now it's time for him to fuck with your mind
Slipping hits of acid into your wine
Offset the balance of your reality
Traumatic visions trigger PTSD

His face is melting
Nobody's helping
His drug addiction
Causing affliction
Blowing smoke rings
His hands thieving things
Grabbing your girl's ass
He's got an N-word pass

He grins wide as he makes his escape
He'll make your girlfriend's pussy gape
And don't expect to ever see her again
Ready to fuck, and he's got her locked in

His dick is bigger than yours
Turns her into a whore
She wants to fuck him even more
Watch them both walk out the door
He's the cuckholding King
Ejaculates on everything
You'll never recover from this
You're fucking pissed

You Just Got Cucked By Jimmy Green Beans

This track is intended to be the opening track of our upcoming album, which should be released some time in 2026.  This is also the first time my Telecaster Deluxe was used in a recording.  We hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:
Time, it never forgives
You're gonna rot away while the others live
You put all your faith in the fallacy
That only what's physical is reality

Pain, wounded by the knife
What can no longer feel has lost it's life
How many times have you said, "This is the end?"
Only to find out it was time to ascend

Death, looming in your head
Pleasure's for the weak, and regret's for the dead
Seize the present day, and control tomorrow
Stop acting like you've got time to borrow

Life, is it all we've got?
We may never know until our bodies rot
Is there more than what we feel and see?
Is there consequence for apathy?

The time is now
Don't ponder how
To make it be
In time You'll see

Energy is not created nor is it destroyed
It only gets transferred from one state to another
Light will burn out but heat will remain on afterward
On and on forever shall be a force without end

Just when you start to think that light is not eternal
Or that one day there will be infinite darkness
Blackest endings always yield the brightest of beginnings
Exploding into the genesis of rebirth


Totally Rad-tacular Opening Track

This track is the result of 3 hours of splicing bits of cassette tape that were cut from various recordings I had made and put on cassette.  3 hours for less than a minute long recording.  Was it worth it?  You decide.  I swear to God this is not even close to the worst thing I've ever done with razor blades.  Will probably be extending this in the near future.

EDIT:  I have reuploaded this a few times already with additions to the original spliced audio.  I may keep adding to it, and if I do, will replace the file with the longer one.  I will start leaving a list of updates, as I plan to keep this going until I fill up a whole 90 minute tape.

Edit 3 - Nov 8, 2025  length: 2:51
Edit 4 - Nov 11, 2025  length: 3:31
Edit 5 - Nov 13, 2025   length: 4:55
Edit 6 - Nov 14, 2025   length: 5:39
Edit 7 - Nov 18, 2025   length: 4:36

Frankenstein Tape 1

This track was made entirely on analog equipment, using various methods of recording and manipulating tape.  It was made to fit the entire 45 minute side of one cassette tape.  Only the most rhetarded phaggots will understand this one.  All audio snippets were taken from recordings by us.

Radar Grind

An electronic composition made entirely by MIDI in Logic Pro.  

Moloko Velocet

I got bored, and decided to assault people's ears.  Recorded on a Tascam 4 track cassette tape machine.  Inspired by GG Allin's "Suicide Sessions."  Taking a stand against the purified perfectionism of modern audiophiles.  

Lyrics:

Fuck your ears, destroy with noise
Fuck your ear drums, you girls and boys
Deteriorate your mental state
All you heathens and reprobates

Killing your senses with wretched sounds
Raping your earholes, vibrating the ground
Reverberating and causing pain
Splitting headaches and fatal migraines

You can’t hear the drums, guitars tone is shit
The audiophiles are gonna lose it
A vulgar display of heathenish trash
Reminiscent of a violent crash

Like Suicide Sessions on cassette tape
GG Allin’s masterpiece of hate
Live to be hated, or be a kiss ass
Don’t aim to please them, be tasteless and crass

Fuck your ears, static piercing your brain
The hiss of tinnitus making you insane
Deafening noise, dementia setting in
Trapped in your mind, the walls closing in








Fuck Your Ears (demo)

This was the first song I ever wrote with actual lyrics and vocals.  It was written in 2013, right after I had discovered The Brian Jonestown Massacre, who to this day are one of my favourite musical acts, and probably the reason I ever started writing and singing.  This version is a rerecording, most likely recorded some time in 2017 for another project called The Anonymous Alcoholics.  It represents a starting point for me musically, as well as a reminder to how much I owe BJM for inspiration.  Hope you enjoy.  

Kyle

https://soundcloud.com/brian-jonestown-massacre/tracks

What Have You Done?

This is a snippet of what I hope to make into a full composition.  Recorded on a Tascam 4 track cassette tape machine, it is three part harmony on guitar, as well as bass and drums, and sped up for good fun.  Just a snippet for now, full composition coming down the road.  Hope you enjoy this quickie.  I know your Mom did.

Ode To Quaker Oats™

An experiment we did in an 11/8 rhythm we made.  Will most likely be included in a larger upcoming project we're currently working on, but for now a snippet.  This track was recorded on a Tascam 4 track tape machine, but due to a process known as "bouncing down," it contains 8 different tracks: Drums, bass, 2 rhythm guitars, 1 lead guitar, alto saxophone, and 2 keyboard tracks.  We are working on creating a large indie progressive track that will be quite long, and comprised of several different parts.  This will most likely be included in that.  We hope you enjoy, and thank you for your continuing support.  

-UPR

Fever Dream of a Diseased Rodent

An alternate version of our previous track.  Same 11/8 timing and rhythm, but slower and with Mike on drums.  Drums came from a live jam recording, and all other tracks were added later by Kyle.  Recorded on a Tascam 424 mkiii tape machine, bounced down twice.  Very spontaneous and off the cuff recording,  made more for experimenting on the tape machine.  Hope you enjoy!

Instruments played: 
Drums, bass, guitar, synth, saxophone, cow bells

Thanks for stopping in!

Vermin Premonition

A small pop punk instrumental in odd time signatures.  It alternates between 7/8 and 5/8.  Will be a segment in a bigger upcoming progressive track.  Recorded on a Tascam 4 track tape recorder, no bounces.  Just drums, bass and guitar.  Hope you like it, and thanks for checking it out!

Flaccid Trip

Click here for reference: https://www.meatspin.com/shock-sites/cake-farts/

Disclaimer:  It has come to our attention that someone else has made a song about Cake Farts entitled "Cake Farts Song."  We just want it to be known that THIS is the real theme song for the video, and that other one is the cheap knockoff.  Their's doesn't even have a tamboa in it, and to be honest, that's how you know it's trash

Cake Farts

This a re-recorded version of our previous track Fuck Your Ears.  This is intended to be the opening track on our upcoming album that is recorded only on a 4 track Tascam cassette tape recorder.  I wasn't happy with how the first recording turned out, so I did it again.  As mentioned before, it was inspired by GG Allin's album The Suicide Sessions.  Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:
Fuck your ears, destroy with noise
Fuck your ear drums, you girls and boys
Deteriorate your mental state
All you heathens and reprobates

Killing your senses with wretched sounds
Raping your earholes vibrating the ground
Reverberating and causing pain
Splitting headaches and fatal migraines

You can’t hear the drums, guitar tone is shit
The audiophiles are gonna lose it
A vulgar display of heathenish trash
Reminiscent of a violent crash

Suicide sessions on cassette tape
GG Allin’s masterpiece of hate
Live to be hated or be a kiss ass
Don’t aim to please them, be tasteless and crass

Fuck your ears, static piercing your brain
The hiss of tinnitus making you insane
Deafening noise, dementia setting in
Trapped in your mind, the walls closing in



This Is A High Fidelity Audio Recording

Personnel:
Mike: Tamboa, Cabasa, Cow Bell, Tambourine, and various other auxiliary percussion
Kyle: Drums, Bass, Forwards Guitar, Backwards Guitar

This jam is looser than your Mom's vagina, and that's saying something.  It's so loose that if it were shoelaces, you'd fucking trip over them.  Drums and tamboa were initially recorded live, and subsequent tracks were added after the fact.  Recorded on a 4 track Tascam cassette tape machine.  We've been loving this sort of loose jam format of music recording as of lately, and there will most likely be more of these, as well as standard songs.  Hope you enjoy!

Percussion Concussion

This is the official ending to our 2024 album Pipe Bombs & Anthrax.  You could consider it a bonus track, but it was intended to finish off the album to make it over 80 minutes.  Not sure why we waited so long to upload it, we made it years ago.  This was recorded digitally in Logic Pro using what I call the Lou Reed Metal Machine Music method of creating feedback and sound effects with guitar pedals.  

Racers Say Drive Or Die

This is both a genuinely sincere apology to Fr0ggy5, as well as the story of the very real revenge she enacted upon one of the members of this band.  She showed up at Kyle's house and raped him at gun point, and forced him to record this song.  You can actually hear that the vocals are kind of shaky at some points, and that is because Kyle is actually being raped by Fr0ggy5 during the vocal recording of this track.  Mike has PTSD from witnessing it.  The war is over, and Fr0ggy5 has emerged as undisputed victor.   

Kyle - Vocals, lyrics, drums, rape victim
Mike - Piano, innocent bystander

Lyrics:
This is a hard one to write and to play
But it must be known that we’re sorry today
We made a song called Rapin’ Your Mom
But then Froggy napalmed us like Vietnam

She manned the Panzers like Guderian
I swear to God, we never saw it comin’
Next thing you know, our buttholes got really wide
From her big schlong, there was nowhere to hide

She strapped us down and proceeded to fuck
Our buttholes water-tight just like a duck
A day that will live in infamy
She busted loads inside our fanny

She shoved it in, and started ripping our skin
Her peepee big, but without a foreskin
Horrible trauma we’ll never forget
On blowing out our assholes, she was dead set

Her penis big like a rocket ship
Swinging it back and forth from hip to hip
The day our lives would change forever
All cause we thought we were being clever

This is what happens when you rap about rape
Learn from this and you might not be a butt slave
Froggy’s penis got so many veins
Ripping your ass and causing serious pains

We’re sorry Froggy.  We just, got too caught up in the game.  Trying to be the next GG Allin.  Trying to bring back the danger to rock n roll.  Although we feel terrible, it’s kinda cool having a forbidden song.  It’s like our Punky’s Whips by Zappa, too controversial for the common layman.  Banned, erased from history.  Gone forever.  And now, here we sit in a bathtub, slitting our wrists while listening to Radiohead.  We will never recover from this loss.  An irremovable stain on our history, always a mark of shame.  We feel like France in 1940 after surrendering to the Germans, and now the whole world will make fun of us until the end of time.  From the bottom of our GG Allin loving hearts Froggy, we deeply apologize.  

With Apologies to Fr0ggy5 (Fr0ggy5 Rapes UPR)

Chaos is total freedom at the expense of comfort and safety

I destroyed my brain, but not my mind

Members:
Kyle - Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Drums, Sitar, Synths, Saxophone, Mental Illness, various others

Mike - Drums, Percussion, Tamboa, Vocals, Filipino Swag, various others

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