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from Dimension of Dreams LP by geppettoGESTAPO

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the preacher lies awake at night, his visions of panorama's with stars hanging from the shoebox, the heads of an undead, born of virgin God slowly swings like a pendulum back and forth. he awakes. he sits at the typewriter. he writes, he speaks, there's something we'd all buy, but what the hell might it all be or mean?
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in the downward sloping
cigarette tide
there lies
the truth you compile
as the type writer
types
it’s keys
pale white lengthening
your fingernails
slide
so bleached
straw hair bent back reveal to me
show me your confounded spine
show me

There’s something he’d like to buy
He with his long face, piercing black, beady eyes
Yet realized like phosphorous rising from the damp earth of reconciliation
The minerals of discontent revealed like pornographic obsessions and filtered drug induced sunsets where he sits yet writing of our amusing stories, writing of our frequent miseries and marginal pleasantries wrapped in the divinity of flesh
This is the price for our forgiveness, this eruption from the bowels of the planet, in the fiery furnace and core where fiery lions with as many heads appear with thunder and winds and
brimstone calling for you to behold:
His fires will taste you,
they will lick their lips of your flesh, break you
singing of karma of heavens of virgins of everlasting hell
Men fighting men and chewing the flesh, tasting the impurity
Of death revealed in the absurdity of life as they themselves
Feel their bones chewed upon by the gnawing, binding feeling
bubbling with the beginnings of our great lost world
the beginnings of our genesis, our adam and eve
see through me
see beyond me
look within me
you’ll find
the creature of wants and needs
that will betray you

in the downward sloping
cigarette tide
there lies
the truth you compile
as the type writer
types
it’s keys
pale white lengthening
your fingernails
slide
so bleached
straw hair bent back reveal to me
show me your confounded spine
show me

you’re as crooked
as your blood thirsty crimes
do they
comfort thee?
Floating in the waves of a long distant sea
Could be
The timely decree
Of a minion of the devil who became
Our God
But can it
Awaken thee
Let the heretic be absolved of this
Take me to an infinite bliss
Show me
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credits

from Dimension of Dreams LP, released December 1, 2011
bass/programming by Clint Allday
guitars/piano/synths by Jon Gerdemann
vocals & spoken word by galacticSON
back up vocals by Hamill Hwang
group vocals: Ciint Allday, Curt Allday, Jon Gerdemann, Caitlin McGowan

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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. ... more

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