the vignette marionettes LP

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about

circa 2006.

two brothers coping with disease, illness, life changes. every night 10PM till 3 AM. a project is borne in experimentation.

geppettoGESTAPO. the yin and the yang of human ideas and emotions. the right and left. red and blue. religious and humanist. classic story of good vs evil, redemption, existential.

the Vignette Marionettes is the recorded written & musical genesis of our fictional account of the villain Bela Lugosi from the 6th dimension of space & two brothers, glome & Glame.

burn the candles to a stump, turn out the lights, drift through space.

For more information and all things gG, go to:

geppettogestapo.blogspot.com
www.myspace.com/geppettogestapo
www.twitter.com/galacticSON
www.reverbnation.com/geppettogestapo

& on facebook, search: (g)eppetto (G)estapo
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released December 3, 2010

mixed by Clint Allday
mastered by Jon Gerdemann

lyrics, concepts, music, and sampling by
tone999 & (g)alacticSON

otherwise known in the 6th dimension as
glome & Glame

"voyeur movements" music composed by Andrew Najberg, mixed and edited by Clint Allday, mastered by Jon Gerdemann.

"tao and remix from Why Conversation?" by Clint Allday & Jon Gerdemann, mixed by Clint Allday, mastered by Jon Gerdemann.

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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: the castaway
it seems like
elevators moving to the top of the 21 first century
mentioning
the one and only last loves calling you their

last theory

to surmise

you have worked
you have been
washed up on the shore

left to die

and this is why

you have worked
you have washed upon the shore
left to die

and this is why

surviving
only by great schemes with their streamed themes of
thievery

into the eye
of this high rise
a tide
moving like
brittle cattle
sent to slaughter
by the falter
of their stances
the brain
shifts and advances
romances the mind

one spirit
darkened by

what's calling you from that side
all sides
all around
inside you
eating you all
alive
like a hive mind meant
to feast on that fleece
burning slow
as the ocean blankets
the silence

you have worked
you have been
washed up on the shore

left to die

and this is why

you have worked
you have washed upon the shore
left to die

and this is why
Track Name: zeus zaps
believe it

it is time
to unwind
"the dangling signs
from the hotel window panes

the cool frost building
on all things quiet and still
the pills grasped
and dropping
and evaporating

believe it

like shuttles bursting through
the atmosphere
you move into my eyes
you show me why

they
have

decorated
forest floors
doorways

into my mind
into your mind
the kind of find
you had as a boy

wandering
all around
find
to try
this diction
and fiction
resides
in your skull
flying through your bedrooms

with the truth of the wise
the other side of
those breaking
rolling tides

reveal
a better way
say
its over
it’s never over
like I rattle
like a snake
take it over
this moment

and whisper:

"believe it"
Track Name: the hominids are the next big thing
The shower stall somehow shattered. The bathroom was flooding, the toilet crying itself to sleep, lying on its side. He stood quietly staring into the mirror, the sounds of pounding drums continuously looping over and over and over. His face was red, his eyes were blue, and his heart was black.

This was a modern man, this was a hominid; this was a middle aged man.

He stared into the mirror. The notes held long with a falsetto voice calling out to him from another world, another place. He could not shake it. He could not remember why he was standing there alone. He did not know who it was staring back at him, and everything became dark in his eyes, in his mind.

As he entered the curious tunnel blossoming out from his forehead, he sat in infinity of dimensions at once. For quite some time, he stood there watching the sun rise and fall.

He could do nothing more than wait for his role to be defined again, to be completed again. He waited for the knife, but it would not appear.
Track Name: the voyeur movements
the hands move through you
and into
the movement of voyeurs
as they witness
as they preserve

the words of these
please, don't move from
the windows of churches
perched
and searched
and ready to bleed

from the fruit
of
their
seeds
planted in me
streams of locusts
focus

planted in me

their dope fiends
descending as means
to behoove you as we move you
to simply let go
and follow

the most hollow
figments
remnants
of your
imagination

of endless nightmares
of meandering day dreams
of hallucinations that are anything but
which one
son
do you figure
will be the spell
cast to hash it out
with you and your
shadow man
your fellow man
you left behind in a trail of
fast food signs
and empty voter polls

So here we are
Two from the same origin
not one in blood
but molded in notes
pictures and soundscapes
no longer beholden
to the molten lava
slowly dripping

from the tarry black surfaces
as you

look up like

there is no one
there was no one
there will never be

any solutions
Track Name: pearls & dirty deals
"Oh, it's a story I have no answer to really. It's one that has left me here to interpret it many ways, even by how I am feeling day to day, as well! If I am lonely at home, watching re-runs on the cable TV, oh, it becomes that Colin wanted to keep me forever, even from the grave and afterlife. But, if the day is nice out and the cool December air is moving across my face near the lake down the street, then the story is he wanted me to always think of him and cherish the peace after the storm we had with our marriage. I think he did what he did because ultimately he wanted me to decide, 'Do I value money over love?' It's as if he wanted me to validate that Love was greater, more powerful and relevant than money. I was always something of a problem for him when it came to money."”
Track Name: cut slow with commentary
in your eyes,
there is sadness,
a red light,
blinking and blinking
but no cars are stopping
in the midnight fog

so there are horns
there are sirens
there are loud gasps
as the waves recede
like the mourning of monks
that cannot chant as loud as
your heart
cannot mask its murmur
from what it is whispering in dubs
trying to swim through the subs

like sluggish snails creeping past you

while you
close your eyes
and drift off to sleep
the medication
is taking hold
the page of your latest novel
is folded over
your widow's peak
is wrinkled over

the pink cardigan is on its proper hanger
your green shoes
empty as the entropy
scattering your dialogue
while brushing your teeth
reflecting back
to your actions and
words you will say
on judgment day

not too soon ahead

as the airliner
plummets into
the middle of the British isles
drifting like castaways to the
bottom of the sea bed
your head pressed against the glass
your eyes open
gazing
trying
to feel
the air inside the bubbles
as you pop

the pressure too great
your body too fragile
lying in your seat

the cushion under your arms
the oxygen mask around your face
the seat belt attached

how fast you flew
as you knew

your nastiness was leaking out your ear
pleading,

"come home "
Track Name: why conversation?
So when this woman said these things about your appearance, your style, it was like your father standing over you. It was the full figure, the shadow smile rising through the moonlight, cascading shadows of fear billowing through your esophagus and upsetting your stomach; his large grin and stern eyes taking your spirit and burning it to ash, crumbling snow from the top of the highest peak of the largest mountain, a Tower of Babylon calling for your patronage. You have given into this many times, haven't you? It has you by your fucking throat and you are a reptilian swimming in sin and decadence.
Track Name: the galactus
exploring together
forever

moving like milk
and plasma swirling

like a breath frozen
in the midst of revelation

what were they there for
and what do they chase

on the sunspace eclipsed by
their thirst for

silence

left like crumpled paper
floating to the ocean floor

where ideas for salvation are lost
in the chaos of time whose

grasses are transient silk and satin
robes guiding their piety

as they quench species
in dreams with seams tied together

by atom bombs and infantry movements
into the fray where

they say
nothing

utter only the whisper of the damned
who will not sleep

until they move past millennia
of black holes
and empty vacuumous space

finally satiated

as days slide
into nothingness

they will shuttle themselves

into another

Garden of Eden
and continue on

Epilogue:

And the sturdy men, women, and children of the red icy igloo called Mars became stars releasing the message as they shared silence became the making of their own destruction by a force released from the ices of Mundar in the southernmost pole in Sleep and Sedation

It is he, he who dwells in all planets, a button switch of sudden notice as you
become
a sunspot gold lime line of coke
sprayed onto a blackboard
eating into the core of your busy
mazes with phases in and out
blazes trails
out from and in and out of how he
devours your spirit

whole

Release the Galactus
and release the millions of souls

into heaven

forever
Track Name: question of existence
The descent had begun.

After a thousand years of travel, the two flew past the moon and down into the atmosphere. They opened their eyes to giant sized birds, filling the skies like swarms of maddened killer bees making their way across Mexican dunes. Every inch of sky leaving Pterodactyls reeling, while they plummeted into the mouths of monsters who raise their eyes to the glowing red orb moving above them.

The fumes of life moved through their bubble and through their nostrils, filling them with strange, new microscopic creatures, who celebrated a new species of infection. Yet, they seemed familiar, a remnant of some distant visit. The Earth inhabitants seemed to remember their taste, one they had stumbled upon ages ago.

The contributors' silence was broken by the cacophony of creation, the chaotic construction of another civilization. Apes and monkeys once left to move through stages of evolution, congregated around the man and women's crude outline in the brown, sulfurous dirt.

With the puncture of the earth's crust, they rose from the flames, all memories lost of their past, failed time on Mars. In a breath of unfamiliar molecules, they felt life again, they felt their new existence, their relevance, their hope.

The Other watched from above and scribbled on and on and on. The creatures on earth continued, the contributors moved forth through the brush and into the rift valley. The palace from above was merely a dream, the past only a newspaper headline.
Track Name: why conversation? (tao remix)
So when this woman said these things about your appearance, your style, it was like your father standing over you. It was the full figure, the shadow smile rising through the moonlight, cascading shadows of fear billowing through your esophagus and upsetting your stomach; his large grin and stern eyes taking your spirit and burning it to ash, crumbling snow from the top of the highest peak of the largest mountain, a Tower of Babylon calling for your patronage. You have given into this many times, haven't you? It has you by your fucking throat and you are a reptilian swimming in sin and decadence.