Lost In The Fog EP

by geppettoGESTAPO

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We, lost in a fog.

In an influx of information, in a haze of commercial images, where screaming heads constantly cover and drench us, more and more with frequency these ideas invade our daily psychological routine; somehow sculpting an evolving culture and civilization into puddy plastic.

The physical world now irrelevant and left to the blips and whirs of artificial intelligence.

This album's ideas and themes builds on this sort of hysterical anxiety resulting from our wanderings in the fog of city street lights.

Yet, under this pulsating frequency of the isolated individual there must be more or nothing greater. But fear not, there is something even more expansive and absurd underlying this EP.

A science fiction descending upon us.

Under the fog, there are two beady eyes staring into the foggy dew, a new God, Bela Lugosi, coming for you.

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released January 12, 2010

Music written, arranged, and mixed by tone999.
Lyrics & arrangement by galacticSON.
Mastered by Jon G.
c & p 2010 gloam & glame music.

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geppettoGESTAPO San Francisco, California

Two brothers born into the cosmos and left to make music conveying story and song from the creative depths of their minds. gG was born from the sweltering ashes of the modern American dream, in a vast multiverse, in the prison of purgatory lost in the sixth dimension of Earth.

Their music moves from electro to hip hop to metal, no rock left unturned.
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Track Name: Forever (intro)
And I'll be stuck here forever
Living in the ghost of your song, lost in a fog,

And I'll be stuck here forever,
moving on, we're moving on.
Track Name: Lost In The Fog
are we lost in the fog of the city street lights?
are we lost in the fog of our lives?

we breathe in moments
we give our lives
to the
conspiracy
after he
revealed his lies

we all breathe in futures
exhale all pasts
it's the speed of light
on this night
a raven hatched

it was out of chaos
born with midnight wings
it sings the songs of all redemption
from its
crystal dreams

it's a world of beauty
with nothing behind
but
eternity
after we
close our eyes

we all breathe in mystery
we breathe its mist
as the city streets
suffers beneath
its whirling kiss

of a death all warranted
absurd and lost
as we become
red eyed robots
we forget all thought

lost in a
maze of buildings
coated with its haze
its homogeny
imagine if we
reversed our space

it's a world of beauty
with nothing behind
but
eternity
after we
close our eyes

are we lost in the fog of the city street lights?
are we lost in the fog of our lives?
Track Name: Spirit Of Time
dreamers hold the lover, Night,
she sighs
what would you do?

"what can we believe?"
the trees
cry out to you

who will come to survive
the plight
of the spirit of two

and this will call you
this will call you

this
will
carry me
spinning
spiraling
leaves
atoms
exploding
dreams
liquid
silent
streams
will carry me

orphaned boys cry in the night
it echoes in the ears of the blind
their blood flows like a sanguine wine
touch
the
burning mimes
as the spirit of time

buries radio's lines
morse code
from
the
starry skies
it's just another

victim of life

and
this
will
carry me
spinning
spiraling
leaves
atoms
exploding
dreams
liquid
silent
streams
will carry me

we are modern poet's calling out that

this is the time

to erase mistakes and take the reigns
from the old and the blind
alas, grant me madness,
who is prophet or mime?
a criminal divinity
who shackles mankind

alas grant me madness,
alas grant me madness,

we all die
its the spirit of time
Track Name: thisHOLLOWchamber
Don’t hesitate
Don’t turn your gaze
Don’t be lost in its haze
We gotta travel through the fabrics of time

Don’t meet his eyes
Don’t fight or flight
Don’t be a vortex of night
This hollow chamber echoes embers of a spiritual sign

Don’t swerve the nerves
Don’t slash and burn
Don’t be placing that curse
We gotta spit the ghost of verse as it dwells in our minds

Don’t levitate
Don’t try to escape
Don’t be spinning like plates
This hollow chamber reflect & genuflect for the wisdom divine

In this
intersection
vivisection
complete
savior
resurrection
automate
we contemplate
dream
demand
sleep
style
live
life
while
awake
in

intervention
all division
alone
in
madness
superstitions
of our
collective design

but the road is endless
as the mornings stretch
with
white lines
that now and again
begin
to resemble arrows

where are they taking me?

first past and lastly
passing the gaping
death throes of the raccoon.

staring at me.

eyes frozen on its final gaze
the day runners, night lights
mesmerizing
the pied piper leading the flock astray
they are mechanical
hollow but miraculous.
glowing with a stream of light

who are these pesky creatures?
where are they going?

along this infinite black top
what is their purpose?

probably dreaming
as i am dreaming now


my face contorted like his
(cognitive awareness be damned)

like him
i live
i react
i fuck
i fight and scratch and bite
to survive

my fingers are bent from
poorly healed fractures
my knuckles shake like
marbles in a bottle
when i get so fed up
when i get so goddamn tired
with everything before me

what is this?
did we actually build a reality such as this?
this is progress?
this is our evolution?

our hum and buzz
must have pursued this
poor creature, like a fly
that climbs on the stye
of his silent, dormant eyes

the death knell resounding
resonating in his hollow chamber of a chest
life like marbles rumbling through
black tarry lungs
the same tar that adheres to the sticky
copper hue of dried blood
on its eerie grin

it laughs at death
it condemns this fuck of a world
where constructions like
this are possible

in all its complexities
luxuries
insecurities are
mechanical wet dreams
writhing alone in bed

& dont we feel
as fantasies?
some sort of drip of cotton candy?
we a virus
or disease
slithering
about a cerebral cortex

its a vortex that
must have formed
with a massive crash
with a clash and slam of a car
that damns
rodents to a automotive
graveyard
bones and body parts
becoming dust
one patched tire at a time
amongst the crush of the
bristles of the hardended
brush of another truck
trying to wash
away the grins
while the dim of the skylight
mixes with the sin
of the street lights

the the fright on the faces of children
marveling and goggling
as they pass
the gruesome scene
where it lives forever
in their dreams

the hollow chamber
of memories
out of context
with fatigue
regret
intrigue

& in my swollen lips
& as i utter this mix

the phrases i mutter
coalesce
into the mp3
recorder
in order to
elicit
this confession
a document of the disorder of a malady
only experienced

since we rose up
on two feet from
the face of the
curious chimpanzee

& at some point
he and she

began to speak
like me

a voice echoing
alone

in a hollow
chamber