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

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

Curb Your Attitude

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

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 (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)

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

This track began as a MIDI track I had made using Logic. The individual stem tracks were then sent to the great Dr. Zwakkus, who then added his own tracks, remixed, remastered, and often times even performed many of these tracks on real instruments to render this musical idea into a true mark of Zwakkonian brilliance.  It is to be noted that any real instruments being played (guitar, bass, vocals and drums I believe) were played by Dr. Zwakkus himself.  The end result of this made the track tower high above the original idea that I sent him, and I am extremely grateful to have had this opportunity to collab with who I consider to be, probably the most original and innovative sounding artist there is, or at least I've ever heard.  Please do check out his music if you haven't, for I guarantee it is unlike anything you've ever heard in your life.  
Dr. Zwakkus: https://soundcloud.com/user-500725886

Moloko Drencrom ft. Dr. Zwakkus

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

Is that you John Wayne?  Is this me?


Members:

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

Mick Mack: Drums, vocals

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