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STAREATERS

by FUBAR

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Harry Harrison It’s like Kyuss had sex with Blazing Saddles using a Sex Pistols condom that had a hole in it. The result is a stoner dropped tuned spaghetti western with punk influences. These guys are great fun to listen to and definitely put a smile on my face every time. There are absolute moments of brilliance contained in here. Good pickup Charles. Great music Fubar. (Doesn’t that stand for Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition?) Favorite track: Cosmotarantula.
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1.
Astrophobos 04:20
In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ethereal deeps afar Once I watch'd with restless yearning An alluring aureate star; Ev'ry eve aloft returning Gleaming nigh the Arctic Car. Mystic waves of beauty blended With the gorgeous golden rays Phantasies of bliss descended In a myrrh'd Elysian haze. In the lyre-born chords extended Harmonies of Lydian lays. And (thought I) lies scenes of pleasure, Where the free and blessed dwell, And each moment bears a treasure, Freighted with the lotos-spell, And there floats a liquid measure From the lute of Israfel. There (I told myself) were shining Worlds of happiness unknown, Peace and Innocence entwining By the Crowned Virtue's throne; Men of light, their thoughts refining Purer, fairer, than my own. Thus I mus'd when o'er the vision Crept a red delirious change; Hope dissolving to derision, Beauty to distortion strange; Hymnic chords in weird collision, Spectral sights in endless range…. Crimson burn'd the star of madness As behind the beams I peer'd; All was woe that seem'd but gladness Ere my gaze with Truth was sear'd; Cacodaemons, mir'd with madness, Through the fever'd flick'ring leer'd…. Now I know the fiendish fable That the golden glitter bore; Now I shun the spangled sable That I watch'd and lov'd before; But the horror, set and stable, Haunts my soul forevermore!
2.
Here’s the cosmic tarantulas Vengeance lurks from their souls Where they bite a black hole opens they give vertigo to the soul a temple rises from their den Preachers of the Cult of Borg They hide revenge in a hole of lies hiding beneath words of Justice eyes of the tarantula, tormentor and bloodhound lair of the tarantula, spread lies from their holes eyes of the tarantula, home for the preach of death lair of the tarantula, universe slander, heretic burner They want to exert vengeance and abuse Against anyone who they can't use They want to exert vengeance and abuse Against anyone who isn’t like them they chirp against The Power dementia demands equality hid under words of virtue they scream aloud their moans of vengeance praises honed to harm to judge is lust to them unbearable instinct to punish “conformism is a virtue” but we are not equals between stars and comets towards future ghosts and images our foes steadily overcoming ourselves eyes of the tarantula, tormentor and bloodhound lair of the tarantula, spread lies from their holes eyes of the tarantula, home for the preach of death lair of the tarantula, universe slander, heretic burner They want exert vengeance and abuse Against anyone who they can't use They want exert vengeance and abuse Against anyone who's not like them they chirp against The Power dementia demands equality hid under words of virtue they scream aloud their moans of vengeance but we are not equals between stars and comets towards future ghosts and images our foes steadily overcoming ourselves
3.
Speeding thru the stars heading toward the source You’ll find the ships of the Smalls the wretched people They flatter posing as giving back something But what they really want are gifts and presents They’d like to entice me into their meanness I speed thru them as they get smaller and pettier Getting smaller is their creed, virtue, and joy Petty scum who hide in leisure and modesty They hobble on courses as constant hindrance Lack of identity turns to androgyny Secret worshippers of the Tarantula They long back their sequential nature Their leaders fake servant’s virtues I serve you serve we serve goes their saying All they want is just to not get hurt So they prevent imposing their good And so they call vileness as virtue They call mediocrity as moderation Those cowards surrender to their gods Your are getting smaller and smaller and smaller... You will crumble in your comfort For your petty virtues and mean omissions For your miserable resignations Too much worries, Too much compliance Too much care, Too much fuss your omissions weave man’s future too your nothingness is a spider’s web who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood who lives off future’s blood
4.
Time 05:07
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. There is a time for everything There is a time for everything Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before; and God will call the past to account. And I saw something else under the sun: In the place of judgment—wickedness in the place of justice—wickedness God will bring into judgment both the righteous and the wicked, There's a time to judge every deed.
5.
Trickstar99 04:15
Fly in the space Where the space ends Bazaar starts Bazaar revolves Round Trickstar99 Appalling altars Raised into cities Whose cult endlessly changes Where loosing your head is called persuasion Where blood is the better of the reasons Where the huge and the thundering Are declared truth and the rest is a cipher Fly in the space They ply you to choose: black or white? Truth was never on an absolute’ side Fly in the space Slowly flow in his depths Towards you they are but vengeance They ponder within narrow souls You’re ever disturbing to them They punish your virtues And prize your mistakes Fly into space It isn’t your destiny To exterminate Fly in the space They ply you to choose: black or white? Truth was never on an absolute’ side Fly in the space Slowly flow in his depths Towards you they are but vengeance Where loosing your head is called persuasion Where blood is the better of the reasons Where the huge and the thundering Are declared truth and the rest is a cipher Flee their shady revenge For too long you lived In their polar hordes Bloodless souls crave blood Pride hinders your defence
6.
Stareaters 06:10
7.
Sublimation 07:50

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agent alpha: lead vocals, guitar.
agent delta: lead guitar, backing vocals.
agent sigma: drums.
agent omega: bass guitar.


Tom Maverick: Production.

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released June 3, 2015

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FUBAR Viareggio, Italy

FUBAR is a single man project in which I indulge myself in any time I feel the need to make something more personal and/or different from the other bands I’m playing in… my (art) name is Tom Maverick and here you can listen my personal creations. Remember to send some shekels so I can keep buying beer.. no beer no inspiration… cheers. ... more

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