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Reach In My Skull
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A sentimental but highly amazing recording.
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We're a clone band. No we don't sound like anyone on earth, we're actual clones. We're from an other world, so our influences don't mean much to you on earth.
Greetings, We're Dr. U.B.E.H.C. and we're here to show you what cloning can do for a musician's career! We're from Sattourna, I believe you humans of earth can relate to us, we're flesh and blood like you, have humanoid bodies like you, but we're psychic, can play any instrument on earth, the instruments of our world is way more complicated than yours, you humans have figured out how to make instruments that sound similar to our instruments, so we're hoping you'll hear our message. Beware, We're using high tech technology to brainwash you into loving punk rock, because it's what we on Sattourna use to heal our spirits. Our master Lord Rakkan has died, and now we're honoring his greatness by tributing his music through our music. Since you humans never seen the music we do, We're opening some doorways for you to find Sattourna, it's a planet on your solar system that has livable environs, air, water, plantlife, but we've eliminated all animals on our planet, so things like hunting doesn't happen on our planet, and since we're near extinction ourselves, we're slowly integrating our life energy to earth. Our planet isn't easily seen from your telescopes, it's outside Saturn, you'd call us a moon, but we're just as lively as you humans, if not more because we see the value of natural resources. You humans are making the same mistake we did, and just like we were, you don't listen to any of your own kind when thousands even millions beg your government to stop the destruction. So hopefully our story will enlighten you humans into thinking the correct way about the resources you have, and back off the oil and coal. use what you have lots of...water. Keep your animals alive. Don't let your own race overpopulate the planet, and keep a strong resource of diversity in your grains, plantlifes, and animal life...that is if you don't want to end up with no water, no ores, no fossil fuels, no animals but humanoids, and only about 6 different plants to survive off of, which competes for the last bits of water left on the planet. You have lots of water, clean it up! You have lots of animals, don't kill them all! you have lots of plants, keep doing what you're doing with the bringing extinct plants back to life. We would involve ourselves with you more if you weren't so much more destructive and consumeristic than we are. You'd deplete our resources in 2 days with your greedy ways, earth, but we've survived with what little we have, barely have any air on our planet anymore. Our ancient soldaris, you call them businessmen, they're the ones who bought the rights to use the trees, and then they destroyed almost all of them. There's only about 800 square miles of livable land now due to the soldaris' desire for what you would call "A Quick Buck". Hopefully you'll see what we mean before you lose all your air, water, animals, and trees.
Song Info
Genre
Electronic Breakbeat
Charts
Peak #128
Peak in subgenre #8
Author
Dr.U.B.E.H.C.
Rights
Sub-Sic Records 2006
Uploaded
December 05, 2006
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MP3 4.3 MB 128 kbps 4:40
Story behind the song
This song is the most sentimental piece I ever made in my life. The "Hey hey ho ho we won't pay for texaco" was something that occurred when I was banging on a bucket and screaming that, eventually everyone in the peace protest against the war in iraq, and my girl wasn't there to see it. I played oud for so many people, playing traditional ancient iraqi music...Beautiful. She never saw it.The Brutal death metal guitar was a track I recorded the day I got the shit beaten out of me by cops when my lover was gone to her home in ohio while I'm in oregon.She went to spend the week before xmas and half the week after new years. New years eve is a very important day for me. It always has been. It's a day of new beginnings. I recorded the beat when I was starving and awake for 2 weeks on sadness and raw fume energy, I was so alone feeling without her. She was far away and distant at the same time. You know what I mean. She was both distant from me though she could be close to me even though physically she could be thousands of miles away. The metallic jingly sounds is the jewelry she made. She spent more time at college than with me, and now I know all along it was so she could avoid how she felt when she was with me. The Indian meditative guitar was what I recorded when I was alone again...thinking about her and where she is. I began to wonder about our love, about our beautiful love... The bass guitar i recorded when she broke up with me. It's the slowest breakup I'm ever going to have. nearly 8 years, and it's either ending completely, or will come back to haunt me and hurt me more in the future. The lyrics I wrote and recorded when I realized it's over. Though I'm not suicidal anymore, I felt like I could not live without her. The whistling sound is a sound she recorded when she was mad at me. We were argueing about her yelling at me about how I'm not helping out...while I'm doing the dishes. This is my way of expressing how I feel about this whole motherfucking relationship! Says it from the first few lines of the song. I couldn't do anything with these collections of solo tracks I recorded, but I kept them because they were siginificant sounds to me. This song was made by solo instrumental tracks I recorded and did nothing with until this whole thing went down. Then I compiled everything and played the bass over it and then sang over it. This song means more to me than any project on earth. IF there's anything I would want to play live, it's this. I know people who could make this happen. It's only a matter of time. I clutter my image with silly stories and laughable lyrics, but this is serious. It's about something that I feel like inside. This wasn't done by the clones, I did this all by myself. I did all these songs completely by myself. I hope you enjoy them. I do this type of shit all the time. This is one fraction of what I have online, and one fraction of what I'm capable of. Not even a fair representation of the things I do live. But I'm all over the map, and one day you'll see and feel it, my friends.
Lyrics
Lots of tears, lots of pain, lots of years down the drain. lots of life lost to the wind, punished by the gods for no sin. I wonder what I know and wonder what I could show... The world is unreceptive, I wished I'd used a contraceptive instead of the pressure, the pain, the insanity in my brain. I'd wear a condom if I could fuck the world, I'd dream of a better world where no one dies or procreates. A world where everyone knows your name and disavows of my name. Immortals bored and ready to expand and try all combinations. Life is too short to just try one or two things total. I feel my heart's love leaving, sad yet soothing, screaming... Let the lover beware, what lay behind the door, Let the guru tell the tale, to be locked up no more. See the world with 3 dimensions, you live to fight the lie. See the world with few contentions, let the fear slowly die. Knowing only one world, one god, knowing only one girl, one love. Cut myself from the world, and then I cut my wrists... Better than gritting my teeth and balling my fists... So is this world willing...is this world the world of the right? I feel my sadness killing me...And I won't put up a fight... A sad traveller sat upon a red stone, he bore wheels so he can walk, I feared life like his...alone... with no one to talk - to. The belly of the steel beast, the mother of my changes Fills my head with disease, creates pain in multiple ranges. So what can I do? What do I do? I sit alone and wait... I can't stop thinking of you...of you... And the pain... Pain that caused the darkness within... Maybe that was my greatest sin... Punished by the gods, I lost my music and my soul, Punished by the odds, I lost the one with whom I grow... Shit on me, and I'll grow stronger than before. throw me away and I turn into a whore. Throw me away and I die like the rest... I'd die anyway, so why should I confess? Why be honest when all you know is illusions? why be structured when all you know is confusions? State to the grate nose to the grindstone fly out the road house dead to the world, busted out with wings of swords, fly through the zombies and killing off the hordes... I hear the ethereal calling, my last will's break... I hear the darkness calling, my breath god can take. Take my life, I'll take my own, god you will never find a better soul to cast away to the depths of hell, where all the world can see the betrayal. Behaive behaive, oh fuck you and your game! Straighten up straighten up oh fuck you, you are the same! Blame me for the filth, blame me for the lies, Blame me for the reality between my thighs. Darken me, torture me more... Enlighten me, hurt me no more... Fighting the darkness from wence I began, I had little to believe in, Never had a strong hand to fill the molten layers of the catalyst I won't be saving lives, won't even write a list. Listing out my good, my ill, and my fault, listing out the reasons why this puts my music to a halt. Waiting oh painfull waiting, waiting in line, like the sweet sugar cane that lashed me all the time. sweetness in my mouth, but painfull on my soul, The words I love you come out as easy as ashes from the bowl. Could I be the guitar god, the empire, the christ? Could I be the one who saves the world twice? Would I be the one who teaches the world a lesson? Would I be the one who makes the next big delicatessen? Am I the one they want to be? Am I the only one that doeasn't want to be free? What's my mission, I cannot tell... My last transmission before going to hell. I lost it all... I gave up. I give up. I'll play my hours upon the stage to be heard no more. I'll play my games till the world is in uproar. Twice dead, and once alive, thrice the music... And the music is no more. The music doesn't speak what's from my heart. Neither does my mouth. So don't listen to me. D
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