Spring 2025

Ultrasonic Pest Repellent

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

Ultrasonic Pest Repellent - Ultrasonically on the Edge

Artwork:
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Emperor's Wrath

Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics - Big Pharma
Drums - Mick Mack

Lyrics:

Everyone is dead, oh Everyone is dead
You better call up a number for a funeral bed
Because everyone you’ve ever known is dead

The cops shot themselves in the heads
The people died alone in their beds
And poor old Mrs Paul, she couldn’t take it all
So she leapt infront of a train 
So that she wouldn’t have to endure all of the pain

Hallelujah

When I get lonely I know I’m not the only
One who will die alone
Cause when I look the window of my
Burning apartment I see the Saints are all marching home

Oh, the Saints went Marching Away
On this beautiful holiday
We were celebrating Christ, but it would not suffice
Because the Saints went marching away

Everyone Is Dead

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

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

Cover picture: Albert Bierstadt, "Emigrants Crossing the Plains" (1869): an oil on canvas painting of emigrants on their way to Oregon, inspired by a fifty-wagon train of German emigrants who crossed Bierstadt's path during his 1863 expedition.

Although it is very difficult to estimate the total number of European emigrants, it is thought that from the beginning of the 19th century to the middle of the 20th century, around 30 million people left Europe for the United States.

I reworked in the last days on this not particularly original piece, whose first draft is from 2018.
Femal vocals courtesy by La Boutique Studios Dakar; harmonica by Dust Bowl - Vintage Country.
Composed by Michele Ansani (2018-2025).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, March 26

Their American dream *

[ Albums ]
https://negativeheadphone.bandcamp.com

[ Youtube ]
https://www.youtube.com/c/negativeheadphone

[ Spotify ]
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6yptVqiGbvP3HpQNz2XTyQ

[ Facebook Page ]
https://www.facebook.com/negativeheadphone

[ Twitter ]
https://twitter.com/NegaPhone

Youtube

Invader

Cast of characters:
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Taylor T5z acoustic guitar, Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, Gibson Earle Scruggs banjo, Eastwood MandoCaster mix, mastering, production, and composition
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision four string bass, played with a plectrum 
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – harmonica, jaw harp, timpany, hambone percussion, and production editing     
This song began with Stephen, who recorded it on his acoustic guitar and bass to a programmed drum track a few months ago. We were all thrilled to work on it, even though it sat in BandLab as a project for almost a month before Stephen separated the tracks, thus allowing us to trickle in our parts. JJ was first to jump on it, because he could before the tracks were separated, as his part is completely his idea. He added the organ that really set up the entire sound of both dominant sections of the song. 
  Ken was first up to the project once the tracks were replaceable, making the wild, driving beat his own. Inspired by both JPJ and Michael Ivins, Josh laid down his bass line, trying to match Ken's energy. Last, but not least, Mark jumped in with the rumbling timpani. He also added the flavorful harmonica, and unique jaw harp you hear throughout, as well. 
  At that point, Stephen also got the idea to add the hambone percussion at the very end of the song, which we all consider a treat, and after showing us how it's done, Mark volunteered his percussion skills to give it a go. Stephen wasn't done with it, though, and still had some magic to sprinkle. He went in and added the howling electric guitar you hear prominently in the second main section. Also, he added the tempting intro with his acoustic guitar and electric mandolin that looks like a Telecaster guitar. 
  Once it was in the bag, we thought it appropriate for our master mixer Stephen to put it to bed, which he did in his always expert manner. Mark did help with the production, though, as he's very good with editing and spotting mistakes that need to be corrected.
  This is a gift from Stephen to all of us, and you, too. It took a lot of teamwork to make the dream work, as always for Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Country Ham (Eclectic Collective)

Mental Health Day$

CAN’T YOU SEE
Vocals: Melissa (Ghosthack) Can’t you see
Brandon (Ghosthack) I don’t wanna go
https://www.ghosthack.de
Lillithe: Arrangement and Production
Paploviante: Remastering


Can't you see

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

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)

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

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

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