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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Tom Maverick: Instruments recording, Mixing, Production manager.
Versilian Black Noise: Vocals recording, Public relations, Digital distribution.
Lotsacockas Mastering Productions: Second mixing, Mastering.

Agent Alfa: Lead Vocals
Agent Beta: Lead Guitars
Agent Gamma: Rhythm Guitars
Agent Delta: Bass
Agent F.u.b.a.r.: Drums, Cymbals, Special (Spatial) Sounds, Mastermind.

(This guys need beer, send us your money, thanks)

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released June 3, 2015

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Track Name: Astrophobos
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
The 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!
Track Name: Cosmotarantula
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
Track Name: Wretched Ships
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
Track Name: Time
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.
Track Name: Trickstar99
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
Track Name: Salt
This cube is built as a reflection
a poor shadow of higher gold
Schamayim and Ares are waiting
awaiting eons to melt again
In this water swim the monsters
soulless bodies of pervert kind
The Beast has rein on your game
on your day you are a prey

The sun sank into the ocean
the deepest abyss of blood and flesh
There’s no light no understanding
you’re in the quicksand of frozen time
Shepherded by wolves and leeches
like herds of cattle that you became
Headed to the slaughterhouse
staring your icons of sheer decay

Pull the plug
Face your thug
Toss your bug
Get your scars

Switch this light
Look your eyes
Find your lies
lay down and die

salt for sure it’s something you need
circled dot something you miss
lesser world is were you’ve been
fire of hell where you go
salt for sure it’s something you need
circled dot something you miss
lesser world is were you’ve been
fire of hell where you go