When you want to confront someone about a sensitive matter that annoys you, you got a bone.

Words and music by David F Wagoner

Fresh Candy

I Got A Bone

The Blob that ate East Texas came from south South Houston. A chemical processing plant disaster victim? An outer space monster mutant? Or Her Majesty's baby daddy out and about in his underpants again? No one knows for sure. 

In this chapter, the Texas National Guard, armed with the latest in laser beam weaponry provided by Texas Instruments, pursue the mad green shape-shifting semi-gelatinous monster toward Buffalo Bayou.

Texas Instruments, for all your lethal and nonlethal laser beam and laser blaster needs. 

Admiral Krank and His Mo Sheen

The Blob That Ate East Texas (Blob Theme 1)

In the dark of night, there's things that don't feel right.
Like a creature of the night with a healthy appetite
I saw a beautiful woman standing by the dance floor
I met her gaze she smiled at me
 I knew the rest was history as my heart beat quickly in my chest (in my chest)

The night past by in one big blur and in the morning there was no sign of her
I tried so hard to convince myself that it was only just a dream

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

As the day began to wane and darkness fell like bloody rain
I could feel a sense of foreboding in the air
I turned around and she was there
Next to me with long dark hair
Staring at me with a hungry pointy grin (hungry pointy grin)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Now she stops by every night and something tells me things aren’t right
Cause it’s been more than a week since I’ve seen the light of day

Now that you’ve heard my story, I hope you believe it’s true
My memory’s kind of foggy. There’s not much I can do
I’m sick of being stuck in this cold dark place
I want to feel the sun shine on my face
And I’m searching for a cure to what’s ailing me (what’s ailing me)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Vampire Dressed In Lace

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Despite it happening over a hundred years ago, the sinking of The Titanic is a subject which continues to fascinate.  Many may believe the ship’s misfortune in striking an iceberg was the simple reason for her demise but the true story is a catalogue of human error.  Investigation of the circumstances have unearthed a plethora of  mistakes that in their own way, all contributed to the disaster.  

In 1985, a secret mission to find the wrecks of two nuclear submarines unwittingly discovered that of The Titanic and since that time, ongoing scientific expeditions have discovered that the metal structure has created a species of bacteria that will eventually consume the entire ship, recycling the nutrients into the ocean ecosystem.  You can’t fight Mother Nature.  And you can’t fight those who'll always spot a way of making huge amounts of profit, no matter the grisly events from which they evolve. 

By 1998, tickets were put on sale at $32,500 each for tourists to view the remains and since then, fewer than 250 people have visited the site.  By 2021, OceanGate, who owned the Titan submarine, were offering tours to view said remains at a cost of up to $250,000 per person.  

Whilst understanding the continued scientific interest, I do find it macabre that the graves of those killed aboard Titanic, many from poor backgrounds, should become a tourist playground for the rich and privileged. That isn't to say I wasn’t glued to the news, hoping for a positive outcome in the rescue bid for those aboard the Titan sub.  It was deeply upsetting to discover that they had perished.  Some five years before the fatal implosion, specialists had warned OceanGate that the venture could very possibly end in such a disaster, yet I very much doubt the occupants, who had paid so much, were made aware of the fact.

I wanted to write a song that reflected how little we have learned in the century or so between Titanic and Titan.  It seems that, for rich and poor alike, the arrogance of greed will always be with us. (Terry Reeves)

(For those wondering what ‘CQD’ means, it was the first signal the wireless operator aboard Titanic used to call for assistance and means “All Stations.  Distress!” Later though, he did also transmit the more universally used code, ’SOS’). 
 
Underwater tour, down in deep watery waves
Two hundred and fifty thousand to visit the graves
The ghosts of 3rd class continue to descend 
Death has no pleasure, haunting message to send

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Sad moments of time forgotten names of the past
Imagine the screaming ending in silent broadcast 
Locking caged doors using padlocks and chains
No consideration given to lower class remains

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)
 
The rich need to own hold what no one else has
A brief chance to look down on the poor and the sad?
Excepting the science knowing lessons to learn
But not for amusement boasting others to yearn

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Arrogance sank ‘Titanic’ built for luxury and speed
Now laying very static on the bottom of the sea
Arrogance imploded the ‘Titan’ Carbon submarine 
Sadly reminding too much money can be obscene

Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe 
Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x12) 

Can’t believe, Can’t believe 

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Slice of life.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

at the party
in your kaftan

hesitating never knowing what to say

sunday morning
ruffled pillows

what just happened, am i waking all alone
was i dreaming how come i can’t find my phone

heart is racing
head is spinning

my new boyfriend i don’t even know your name
be my boyfriend never thought i’d play this game
listen boyfriend you have left me overthrown
be my boyfriend you can even keep the phone

Boyfriend

This is a tribute to Edgar Frose and Chris Franke aka Tangerine Dream they made me experiance music in totally new perspective when I was young and they truly got me mesmerised with their music.

Mesmerised

The Wunderkammer musical project was born from the idea of ​​Salvatore Montieri, in continuous research and musical experimentation.
The desire to face different musical and instrumental dimensions, combining the classical discipline with the inspiration of jazz and rock / pop music, and the search for new sound and percussive effects creates a mixture of unique, original and magical sounds!

Wunderkammer, "chamber of wonders", is an expression belonging to the German language, used to indicate particular environments in which, from the sixteenth century to the eighteenth century, collectors used to keep collections of extraordinary objects for their intrinsic and external characteristics.
That of the Wunderkammer was a typical phenomenon of the sixteenth century, which however has its roots in the Middle Ages. It then developed throughout the seventeenth century, feeding on the Baroque grandeur and continued until the eighteenth century favored by the typical love for scientific curiosities, typical of the Enlightenment.

"Music is not, like other arts, the image of ideas, but the image of the will itself, whose ideas are objectivity. Therefore the effect of music is so much more powerful and insinuating than that of the other arts: because they give us just the reflection, while that expresses the essence. " 
A. Schopenhauer


Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/wunderkammer...

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?...

Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/arti...

Distrokid
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/wun...

https://hyperfollow.com/Wunderkammer

Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/wunderkamme...

SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/salvatore-mont...

YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCruoJwSBjhfVHaX2vztAGXg

From album "Zeitgeist" of Doppelgänger.

Recorded and mixed by Heart Vibes Records
Mastered by Baba Sound
Art direction and design by Flower Power


From album "Tra fate, miracoli e crociferi" of Wunderkammer

℗ Heart Vibes Records
℗ Wunderkammer
© Salvatore Montieri

Released on: 2024-03-01

Wunderkammer is available on Spotify, iTunes, YouTube and Souncloud

Wunderkammer - No Talking

Nowhere

Streets of Ord Mantell

Released 4 May 2024

Larrin G'Lan: Klu Horn
Ordel Hazrat: Snivvian Keyboard
Eesnam Doow Giarc: Duros Bass

Streets Of Ord Mantell Part 2

Butterflies In The Garden

(Excerpt From) Dora & Larry's Wedding

In the distant Subert Humlin, Gory Rallagher, Sank Frinatra, and Dats Fomino Galaxies, Her Majesty's Royal Intergalactic Empire is under siege by the sinister Khazargonians and their elite squads of shock troopers- the Jearl Pamians and Goundsardenians. Her Majesty has commissioned an elite force led by her three of Her Majesty's Space Navy's finest officers with several primary objectives, chief among them was the following directive: to combine the great tones of surf and fifties rock... with disco!
These elite officers are:  Admiral Krank of the SS Belgrade (Guitar, bass, beats, intergalactic espionage and assassination by exploding cigars); and Captain Mirth of the SS Zagreb- (Guitar, piano, synth, beats, and advanced thermal detonation). And our very own clockwork man on the drums, Mo Sheen (https://soundcloud.com/user-424452711).  Unfortunately, despite bravely serving Her Majesty's Space Navy, Vice Commandant Dubois has been court martialed and convicted for conduct not befitting an officer and counterfeiting baseball cards, stripped of his command of the SS Budapest, and dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Space Navy, though certain recordings of his guitar, synth, bass, beats, and forward deployable laser blasters remain here memorialized for posterity. Let it be known that though he has sunk to the very depths of ignominy, we wish him well in his new venture, the Spandex Spanktroverse.

The Blob That Ate East Texas (Blob Theme 1)

Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen