GREG STOMBERG, RR#3 BOX 314K, DONIPHAN, MO 63935
GREG STOMBERG, RR#3 BOX 314K, DONIPHAN, MO 63935
GREG STOMBERG, RR#3 BOX 314K, DONIPHAN, MO 63935
GREG STOMBERG, RR#3 BOX 314K, DONIPHAN, MO 63935
Bands and musicians wanted to record songs from Gregory S. Stomberg. many of these songs can be heard at www.soundclick.com
in a search of stomberg clinger. all songs c 2005 g. stomberg. Songs on Picture of Madness cassette 2005 (written 1973-2005,
PICTURE OF MADNESS
when the lord calls my name after my soul has gone by, he'll ask what i've done, how i've lived to get by, i'll tell
him 'sir it's been great, all i ever did was get high', and he'll let me inside, maybe give me a hug, a pat on the back, a
good luck unlike the next lug, who lived as if he were god and other people just bugs, he lived his life a lawman, a cop a
killer in a shell, a lawyer, judge and politician who made other lives a real hell, 'well i have no use for them', this i
heard him to me tell, 'and tho i pity all of their lot, i'll send them all straight to hell', justice, justice, 4-8-90- (as
recorded by dan susnara and greg stomberg) ...
MIDDLE EAST PEACE
middle east peace, we all think it's swell, but not when this country is going to hell, now mr president congress gives
you praise, as the country goes down, you vote yourselves a pay raise, inflation is up and unemployments on the rise, crime
cannot be stopped and pollution fills the skies, now mr president congress gives you praise, as the country goes down, you
vote yourselves a pay raise, as the country goes down, you vote yourselves a pay raise. ...
i've been where i've been to get where i am
and i'm not about to leave here now,
so get where you go, alone in the snow,
but most of all leave me alone.......
30 PT. BUCK
yea , i am the boy from illinois and i thought that i was just one of the boys but my cousins from wisconsin were just
making noise while i was a hunting the thirty point buck, the 30 pt buck, i don't know what they were thinking but i could
tell that they were drinking and smell that they were stinking when they should of been a stalking the 30 pt buck, the
30 pt buck, so i started tracking round not even making sound as they were drunk and falling down while i was a hunting the
30 pt buck, the 30 pt buck, saw a movement in the bushes and knew the time was near, i was great hunter not some fool
drinking beer so i lifted up my gun without any fear, i slowly pulled the trigger knew the buck i had, heard a shaking in
the bushes it took a fall real bad and that's when i shot the best cousin i ever had. ...
we dropped the h bomb on mars, a long time ago, on the polar ice caps to make an ocean flow, we introduced life, microbes
algae and fish, then waited for years as our scientists wished, now they're sending us up to check out what's ours, and to
see if there are any mermaids on mars, the answer is yes, i'm sorry to say, they're twenty feet tall and they want us to stay,
they put john on a hook, i guess he's the main dish, hang a sign on this planet 'man eating fish'. (as published by illiad
press in the poetry book 'homecomings', as recorded by dan susnara ) ...
THE EASTER BUNNY MUMMY
the easter bunny mummy isn't really funny when you think about his awfull curse, he flipped his lid in a pyramid so things
couldn't get any worse for the easter bunny mummy, the easter bunny mummy, what he liked to do often was to slip out of his
coffin till the township in horror begs, he walks in a trance white guaze as underpants as he delivers his easter eggs, he's
the easter bunny mummy, the easter bunny mummy. ...
THE WRONG SIDE
the wrong side of dreams gone by, with diamonds in deserts that melt hard in the sun as the rats and rollers beat hard
on the one, tripping on fantasy we come into his garden to visit the man to see, his ghost town approach clearly the man to
be, with forests on fire that freeze the dogs as snakes of the bitch hiss at tomorrow. (1973-1975, as recorded by syberite)
and now my body is a batter of unshaved jello, an ocean hangs upon cement waves, all my visions are clouded now, i don't
know what to think, frozen winds slay as all rainbows fall away, ice drops can't find the cosmic stars still on my mind. (1973-1975
as published by Young Publications in the poetry book 'flights of fancy', as recorded by syberite) ......
A QUAYLE IN THE BUSH
there's a quayle in the bush, there's a quayle in the bush, and he's going to fly with his eye in the sky now he's going
to try for the presidency, there's a quayle in the bush, there's a quayle in the bush. ...
it's a dogs life i've got to tell you when they criticize everything that you do, and you do everything that they say
for very little if any pay, on yourself you have got to rely to get you to the other side, so listen as i sing this tune
that i'm singing now, right now for you, that if i could i would take you away from the problems we face day to day, and the
reason that i'm telling you this is so the bus we want to catch we will not miss, to take us away to a better life, away from
the hustle and bustle of life and my love for you is now so true that i'd do it all, all this for you. ...
rush rush rush, the beat is in your blood, rush rush rush get your face out of the mud cause once you've got the feeling
they can't beat it from your head, you've got your senses reeling it'll stay there till your dead and there's a rush rush
rush, the beat is in your blood, rush rush rush, get your face out of the mud, now you think you hear but it's just an echo
from my brain, pounding to the black man's beat and driving me insane, so there's a rush rush rush, the beat is in your head,
rush rush rush get your face out of the mud. ...
chief blackhawk of the indian tribe took the shitkickin kid out for a ride saw the phantom lady along the way and he
wished she could only stay but she's just a mirage they saw on the way, she's just a mirage they saw on the way, boy howdy
said he'd come along if old red didn't take so damn long, saw the geekozoid along the way, he just wanted a new place to play
but he's just a mirage they saw on the way, he's just a mirage they saw on the way, ...
the core of power is through meditation, the strength of the soul is concentration, the center of man is humiliation
and castration by the united nations. ...
and if i stare into outer space a feeling of sense seems to take my place, and if i fall deep into my psyche at least
it's a feeling that i like, because if i fall too far down to reach will you help me find my inner peace? i don't know where
i'm going to don't know what i'm gonna do. ...
when the shitkickin kid gets around to helping boy howdy the clown it may be too late, it may be his fate to go down
to the lake, when the shitkickin kid says to you boy howdy what you gonna do, look into his eyes and say 'i'll either do or
die,' and it may be his time to go down to the lake, now the shitkickin kid what you gonna say when deaths sickle comes to
take you away, and you say my times not done, i only want to drink in the sun so death just let me stay here and play, so
when the shitkickin kid gets around to helping boy howdy the clown it may be too late, it may be his fate to go down to the
i grew up in the slums with the lice and the bugs and all that crap, i used to kill them all till i caught ricky mouse
in my mouse trap, now goofy's barking at me and minnie's mad as hell, how sorry i really am to them i cannot tell because
micky gave me rabies when i went to set him free that's why i'm foaming at the mouth and barking up ronald ducks tree, so
if you notice me coming you better run before on your leg i pee, so if you can help me my darling, electroshock me if you
must girl before the men in white with the butterfly nets take me off to disney world. ...
let not the lateness of the hour, or the thickness of the smoke deceive us into thinking not about the ramblings of the
wise, when they are razzled so at us, we who are able to listen to the words of he who has not spoken with the truth be overwhelmed
by the past of a walkaway part of all there is, then remember if you can this one small tall tale to tell that it is we as
followers of the faith who face the hardships of the unknowing... but of course you can have a good life if you just say fxck
man was given a voice so that his screams could fill the air
and break the silence of the void. ...
there's vultures on the path of this old cowboys trail, so i'll leave you with a song and an old cowboys tale, that i've
travelled this land, mostly in my old truck, never should have stayed but i couldn't pass up the drunk, so i'll leave you
with a song, from the lord i've been told, that if he calls me into heaven, it'll be in a truck, on an old gravel road.(as
recorded by g.w. smith and dan susnara on his 'one hangdog' cassette.) ...
FROM SYBERITE TO CYBERSPACE
when syberite entered cyberspace it was a blessing for the whole human race to take these pictures, songs and art into
cyberspace the internet heart, bruce played guitar and formed a band, jim bought a bass to play and greg had art and poetry
that fit their music lyrically, they recorded songs and jammed a lot, then moved on, a life they got, two decades went by
real fast then jim found greg on the internet at last, wrote songs re united syberite, duped all our songs visit our website,
even brought back old zeke and surf, the underground now a web to surf, back together tho we can't find bruce but what the
hxll we still cut loose, get on the web and buy our stuff 'cause we still aint rich enough but play the music, that's the
key, the point of all our songs you see was to take us to a higher place, from syberite to cyberspace. (as recorded by syberite) ...
FREE THE EARTH
germ warfare faces our nation, electronic detonation, god save our soul, salvation, free the earth, from the lust and
greed free the earth, and let people in need feel the earth while the hungry people feed the earth, let the good people just
be, we'll be threatened with radiation, god save our soul, salvation, free the earth, free the earth. ...
galactic stars spin energetically, as comets chase by independantly, arms grasp madly at the sun as tongues lash out
directly at the one, as the space gods laugh and then make fun because dust has settled down on the one, cosmos mind held
secretly as the milky way cream covers heavily and the brains held locked quite peacefully, his arms grasp madly at the sun
as space gods laugh and then make fun because dust has settled down on our minds, dust has settled down on our minds. ...
meaningless thoughts, vague half empty ideas drifting, swirling thoughts of love, nothing ness, everythingless, the vast
solitude, the last interlude, spaceyness, galaxy godless ness lost in an empty hellness, everythingless is nothingness, forgetfull
ness, godless hell. ...
DEEP VALLEY ROSES
deep valley roses, i planted in spring,
they were a part of my everything,
but after all those years and all your empty flings,
deep valley roses to you didn't mean a thing.
(as recorded by g.w. smith and family)...
the stillness of the night awakens me, days of discovery limited, i feel the cold wind of destiny begining to call the
wild, the children of our freedom, their life sacred unto themselves, put a rush order on that instant sanity. 1980 ...
when men lose their spirits and the sun has to rise, then the christ shall come take us, there will be no surprize as
it was in the begining that god and his word be written in truth with ears that have heard, and eyes that have seen, they
too held a right to the freedom and peace of gods loving light, the lord loved his people tho many were lost as they entered
a heaven at an earthly cost, and now the time is at hand, let the prophets speak of being reborn as we fall from the weak,
i'll meet you in heaven where we'll surely go and then meet in the clouds of gods loving glow. 1978. ...
GHOSTLY RED MOON
i thought i was safe but i spoke to soon as i gazed up at the ghostly red moon, a shadow seemed to jump and i realized
that a scary ghost was there and he had blood in his eyes, the vampires in the night want to suck your blood then leave you
dry with your face in the mud, vampires in the night come for me and you, she came for me thrice, now i am one too, so i'm
telling you this for i'll not see you soon, because now i'm the haunter of the ghostly red moon (as recorded by jim hauser,
as published in red moon magazine 2001.). ...
starbuck leaner, carpet cleaner, past his weener, wash her cleaner then you queen her, starborn waiter, woman hater then
you bait her , you know it's fate her ( ), quickly mate her, you're a starbuck weener, you're a carpet cleaner and you know
you are a friend of mine, you're the starborn waiter you're the empty fater and in the end you will find, fate takes
her to a cosmic hater make her hate the empty fater and make her wait for the starborn waiter. (1973-1975) (as recorded
by syberite, as performed by space ocean on the compilation tape 'exquisite corpse' from askalice.) ...
i see you're sitting comfortably so upon to you this tale i'll tell, i've spent my days unnaturally and i've been trying
to get out of this hxll, please don't weep when you hear my story but it's rather sad i must say, and i don't want to cause
you any worries so i'll just go away, i won't turn back for you my friend so please don't turn for me, i'll only tell you
it's the end and let what will be, be. ...
and so i ask where's kaamo going, travelling thru mind and time, ancient questions where's he going, tripping thru mind
and time, cult followers give him wisdom cause wisdom is all he knows, so sadly smiling potraits hung on empty painted walls,
the ancient mystic calls, kaamo, seer of secrets, please tell me what you see now, i ask of you a fortune, do you think that
it will be, and what of peace and beauty, do you see them in your little world, kaamo seer of secrets, tell me what you see
now, ancient traveller, where's he going, tripping thru mind and time. 1978 ...
shake out the love roll out the rock and take into your mind the great cosmik shock, then stand by the hole and rock
to your soul, take all into heart not pulse into roll, now take you into me, mix love from above, add one part heart and shake
out the love. ...
A SCARY CHRISTMAS
let's have a scary christmas with santa corpse this year, let's make this years christmas a lot more like halloween,
wolfman, mummy and frankenstein will really make the scene, oh santa corpse makes christmas a lot more like halloween, let's
make this years christmas a lot more like halloween, jason, freddie and the evil dead and every ghost you've ever seen will
really make this years christmas a lot more like halloween, with zombies and shrunken heads, and every ghost you've ever seen,
oh, santa corpse makes christmas, a lot more like halloween (as performed by empire and space ocean -played on the dr demento
we've got to warn the shitkickin kid that boy howdy's run off with his lid, we've got to warn chief blackhawk that boy
howdy has started to squawk, we think the boy's gone mad cause he's never been this bad, oh we've got to warn the shitkickin
kid, that boy howdy's run off with his lid...
boy howdy, sidekick to the shitkickin kid, boy howdy, sidekick to the shitkickin kid, rarely do you hear
about the things that he did, like once when drunk, he thought he could fly, to a different world, because he was high, boy
howdy, sidekick to the shitkcickin kid rarely do you hear about the things that he did, so tell us all the amazing things
you did, boy howdy, sidekick to the shitkickin kid, boy howdy, he's the sidekick to the shitkickin kid. (as performed
by k. d. schmitz on his compilation tape 'arf niks'.). ...
i saw the shitkickin kid in my crystal ball he thought i was a spying but that's not it at all, i saw him once in danger
from a tall dark stranger, a girl who had the most but was one heck of a ghost, i'm a sorcerer keeping an eye on the phantom
lady so the shitkickin kid doesn't end up crying like a baby, i saw boy howdy through my crystal magically, he said to me
'get your eyes off me.' but i saw him once in danger from a tall dark stranger, a girl who had the most but was one heck of
a ghost, i'm a sorcerers apprentice all i can do is watch, a sorcerers apprentice can even zap you in the crotch. ...
in the balance of fate lies the future,
throw away the key to the past
it won't last, it goes by so fast. ,,,
by the time you finish reading this the killer bugs will have eaten your face...
where do you go when your feet won't touch the ground, how do you go straight when the world keeps spinning around, and
how do you scream when the voices make no sound, i can't tell you where you're coming from, i can't hear you when my mind
is going numb, and i don't know why my brain is going dumb, i just flow along, on the space ocean of time. ...
boy howdy flies out the door if you know what i mean, grab the shitkickin kid it's time to split the scene, chief blackhawk
is acting pretty mean i think it was the phantom lady that he seen, grab the shitkickin kid, it's time to split the scene,
grab the shitkickin kid, it's time to split the scene. ...
got some crosses from an old friend of mine, sitting around bored doing laundry all the time, dealing with a heartache
i could not comprehend he took a hit, drank a quart a quite exotic blend, my hands they started shaking my head did start
to roll, all those years of partying have begun to take their toll, so i'm telling you my children so you will understand,
drinking beers and popping pills does not make you a man, god grew a seed yeilding herb on earth that you should use today,
so live your life a prophets life and blow your mind away, today. ...
he'll skin you like a fisher and sell you for a dime, he'll tell you he'll get his but baby i'll get mine he'll wrap
you up in tin foil a hobby he'll enjoy, then sell you for a nickel to the people he'll employ, cause i've been a long time
coming and i'll be a long time gone, i'll meet you up in key west if i should make it there, if not i'll meet my baby on the
street or anywhere, i knew that she was asking when this she said to me 'where's a place that's cool where we can kiss for
a century' cause i've been a long time coming and i'll be a long time gone, i've been a long time coming and i'll be a long
time gone. 1978. ...
THE ART OF TIME
so many knights alone, sitting beside the bones, from ashes to asses on phones, to many it seems it cries it moans, till
they see themselves in broken glasses, empty lasses alone, drawing in fear from the sorrow, trying to forget their tomorrow,
sketchbooks fade from gods who borrow and castled pawns know what it means to haunted souls lost in machines with songs that
are what they seem, in dreams, in dreams, it's the art of time to move on. 1977 (as recorded by ken clinger, syberite
and jim hauser), ...
there's a town on a creek, not far from rock river and it's here that the mighty springs flow, in the woods near a cave,
not three miles from franklin is the place that i want to go, old mill road now a park, not the place i used to know, where
my friends sang songs at the springside, here, at the edge of the grove (as recorded by g.w. smith and dan susnara on his
'one hangdog ' cassette). ...
you smoke untill your eyes grow heavy with the light that wears on the soul of mankind, and you smoke untill you find
a place to call your own or the lord has called you home, you smoke untill the fog of the devils lies to man disappear and
god you do find, so smoke untill you find a place to call your own or the lord has called you home. ...
THE FREEWAY SONG
next time you're driving along and some xsshole drives wrong, get out your gun it's game time son potshots to the drivers
head, 50 points if you knock him dead, he's just a moving violater while you are the stressfull annihilater, potshots to the
drivers head, 50 points if you knock him dead, but to play this game you must safely get away or another driver might blow
you away. ...
OUR DOPE SONG
stashpipe hold the grass that grows, columbian fields a connection who knows, no one knows he grows his own, frown in
big town snow in big mounds, everyone not me doesn't know he's grown, out of town he's not known as goin to smoke but to drink
his high, glass tube snort the powder that goes into your mind and through your nose blow, your mind is numb your bodies dead,
there's just a rush inside your head. 1977 (as recorded by syberite, and dan susnara and greg stomberg). ...
the godcheaters die and be dead,
the godhaters death will be dread,
god creators died in sorrow
and godfakers hiss at tomorrow,
godfakers hiss at tomorrow.
(1977, as recorded by syberite) ...
after the madness has passed and all of your friends have been gassed remember my words today, turn and walk away or
you'll be caught in the mess like all the rest of the guests whose atoms have been scattered away. ...
NEW WORLD ORDER
that's the new world order and i done thought it over so i think you should see things my way, that's the new world order
and you better think it over if you don't i will blow you away.(as performed by space ocean on the compilation tape por madre
from ummm recordings) ...
THE DEEP END
after i've gone off the deep end you'll find me climbing the walls, after i've gone off the deep end, you'll see me sailing
the falls, after i've gone off the deep end, you'll find me escaping my cage, after i've gone off the deep end, you'll see
me pounding my rage. ...
hard thrashing lines belting my brain, with psycho images galore i hear the hammer down in my brain, screaming out i
don't want those head thrashing words about misunderstood lies and i can't hear anymore and i can't seem to shake the dreams
while i'm awake, can't take the nightmares no more, and i hear those head thrashing lines, belting my brain...
SHUT YOUR MOUTH
shut your fxcking mouth you mother fxcking retard or i may have to shut it for you, shut it for you, i'm not gonna shut
my fxcking mouth, you mother fxcking retard, and i don't think you can shut it for me, shut it for me, but i'd like to see
you try, i'd like to see you try (as performed by space ocean on the compilation tapes 'covet thy neighbor', 'a tribute to
sockeye' and 'pop done et himself' from thought balloon tapes, now nutmusic, and from the tape 'fed' by pandora's lunchbox.).
thunder black and lightning cold grab your youth before you're old, thunder loud and lightning bright say your prayers
while it's light, with metal bleak and darkness high grab your soul and kiss your ass goodbye. ...
and it's there on the beach where she'll stand, like the stone gods on easter island, there where the stars never end,
counting the calendar days thru stonehenge, with the wrinkle of years you try to rid, like the years wearing away the pyramids,
back when the years would demand the tears of the gods from easter island. ...
THE EASTER BUNNY MUMMY
(same as above) ...
THE HAG AND THE BAT
it was from salem they came, looking for humans to maim, people like me and like you, to cook us up in a stew, beware
as they take your sons and put them between two buns, if something scares you like that, it must be the hag and the bat. eat
crap and bark at the moon, you hear the old witches croon, it makes you cringe at the sight, of their riding brooms in the
night, watch as their demons cause a scene, everynight is halloween, if something scares you like that, it's just the hag
and the bat....
why do we look for the future when we should be busy with the present, it's just a little after the past, and the
future is being woven on threads from the spool of now. (1973-1975 as published by Young Publications in poetry book 'flights
of fancy', as recorded by syberite) ,,,
stargazers borne in flames from the sun, rainbowed light touches down on the one, on the one, self made misunderstandings
in me, no one can truly believe that we can see thru dusted life lights, blind alleyways nothing has to do with anything,
philisophical meanderings flung from the heights of nights on the verge of goodbies, comes the ancient wisdom of the one,
who most likely knows all the questions, the questions that we ask the most, the guard has left his theoretical post, adrift
on the shore of the mystical coast tis time for the relighting of matches, as in the touching of our hopes and dreams, comes
the ancient curiousity that all mankind seeks to share, adrift on the shore of the mystic i coast, they know the questions
that they ask the most, ask the most...kaamo has stopped seeing secrets, stardust has orbitted away, egel never really existed
and godfakers lost his way, rainmaker, they've all left, but me i have to stay, rainmaker, they've all left, but me i have
to stay. 5-77 (as recorded by syberite, dan susnara, and space ocean on the comp tape 'exquisite corpse' from askalice)
the darkness of the night rears its ugly head and shifts the focus of the day onto the undead, i was there when
it began, saw the hopelessness of flight, watched the undead legions march turned to darkness from the light, from cemetaries
in the city thirsting blood how they did come, and we never would have expected scientific minds to be so dumb, for they could
find no reason for the dead to rise again, only questions never answers that keep driving men insane, the zombies now are
marching and i'll never let them inside, do i fight and fight and lose or hopelessly commit suicide? so now the dead are coming
and all is not so well but they don't know i've got a bomb and i'll blow us all to hell. ...
i like the silence the silence of dreams, the dreams of peace, the peace of darkness, the darkness of time, the time
of the silence, and i, i like the silence.(as recorded by ken clinger, and space ocean on the comp tape 'no dub' from spilling
THE SHITKICKIN KID
are you the shitkickin kid a wise man once asked, i said 'yes sir i am.' and then i kicked his ass...
here's to the shitkickin kid, here's to the shitkcikin kid, if you took too much acid you could be just
like the kid, here's to the shitkickin kid ...
and you never hear about the good that he did, just the wrong and the sins of the shitkickin kid...
shitkickin kid you took too much acid, shitkickin kid we think that you've flipped your lid, shitkickin
kid we've locked you in this pyramid, shitkickin kid untill you've lost your id, shitkickin kid,,,
hey there shitkickin kid, please tell me what you did, why did you flip your lid? hey there kid boy howdy,
tell me what did you see, do you know where you be, ' i've been here and i think i have been there, i don't know
if i've been anywhere, there was fear, darkness in the air, so i don't know if i should change my underwear.' hey there chief
hawk of black, did you see them attack or did you hit the sack, hey there bad polterghost, did you scare them the most or
were you a good host, hey there electroid one have you finally won, what is it that you've done, hey there shitkickin kid,
why did you flip your lid, hey there shitkickin kid, why did you flip your lid...
well he's the shitkickin kid, the beer drinking dope smoking cowboy sherriff, well he's sitting on a bench
with old red at his feet when way down below a figure appears, could it be electroid one? the shitkickin kid gets ready to
jump but it's only his partner boy howdy who says 'shitkickin kid you gotta calm down those wishes are making you jumpy, just
sit and relax, you know who you are, just take your time i know who you are', well you're the shitkickin kid, the beer drinking
dope smoking cowboy sherriff, you got electroid one and polterghost to keep you from getting too lazy and me boy howdy to
see you thru at least when i'm in my right mind and chief blackhawk to show the way when you take the time to listen, and
there's always brutis b buzzmaker who'll back you up when the goings tough so just sit back and take your time while the prairie
dogs dance in a line, well you're the shitkickin kid, the beer drinking dope smoking cowboy sherriff,his mind starts drifting
in time to places back in his hometown, franklin grove the town of his birth will always have a place in his heart someday
he'll have to go back there there's something he's left undone, but his sherriffing duties call him and electroid one is near
so he drinks another beer and pats old red as thoughts of wishes drift thru his head cause he's the shitkickin kid, the beer
drinking dope smoking cowboy sherriff....
the shitkickin kid is fxckin rad, the shitkickin kid is fxckin bad, i saw the kid down at the tavern talking
to the ladies like he was at a cavern, my man boy howdy was sipping on a brew smoking fat blunts and talking to the crew but
the shitkicking kid was on a mission, the lonely cowboy had no time for fishing, kid had three wishes on his list, honor each
one like a face to a fist, wish number one was to cure all diseases so people can do whatever they pleases, wish number two
was to water the lands, suffering from drought he can't understand, kid had to think about numero three, so he called
up the genie in the whiskey bottle, the genie said as he went full throttle 'this better be no bull' the shitkickin kid was
like 'how do you do todays the day i need help from you, i have one more wish and i need to get down with a fine looking woman
in an evening gown but all i got is this spit in my hand' genie said your wish is my command, i saw the shitkickin kid on
the street he's on the rocks and he's going to another land and it's a place that you know he cannot stand, so i left him
alone and i saw the genie he was on the phone, i saw a special report on the shitkickin kid it said '(CLASSIFIED)' so i saw
him and i knew what to do he said it was like seeing mountain dew, then i saw this guy i said 'get bent' and he said he was
there to get the rent, i was like 'wow, the shitkickin kid' but i didn't know what to do cause he was taking acid, so i say
now unto you that the shitkickin kid is the best guy in the world...
yea yea yea, sherriff of the avenue he wishes you'd lose your attitude, shitkickin kid, shitkickin kid he'll
kick your ass, shitkickin kid, boy howdy, doesn't have a lite brite, the shitkickin kid don't have a lite brite, out on the
range, doing buttons of peyote, doing some shitkickin, here comes the kid, he doesn't have a lite brite, the shitkickin kid
don't have a lite brite, sees the geekozoid, tells him 'go home forever, motherfxcker', the shitkickin kid, used to serve
fish, and he killed old geekozoid forever, the shitkickin kid... (as recorded by ken clinger, david dziubczynski, pascal
crut and volkswhale and space ocean on the comp tape 'old mother blender' from kds. and some of these versions are on the
'syberite with the shitkickin kid' cd) ...
inspiration is desperation compulsion in his description great hope in the expectation, i'm gone, can't find hope in
your flirtation, this song is realization that this is fiction as only real as my hallucination, i'll end it all this infatuation,
i'm gone, and you're lost without my affection. i'm gone, i'm lost. (1977) ...
don't pull your head frying act on me i'm not obliged to set you free i think i'll leave real easily, we'll be ourselves
eternally keep my heart successfully, yours is kept quite secretly, don't pull your headfrying act on me i'm not obliged to
set you set you free, i think i'll leave real easily, and secretly. (1977, i'm gone and secretly may be the same song.) ...
THE ONE AND ONLY
he runs deep in the hollers like a big old bear and bathes in the springs to get the bugs from his hair, he's not the
franklin grove bum if you know what i mean, he's not the saw mill man but thats where he's been, now he's living in the woods,
left his trailer shed, like the old covered wagon that he left with old red, now he lives in whipples cave, down the franklin
way, running down trails in a honky tonk kind of way, a wilder man i have never seen, he's not the franklin grove bum but
that's where he's been, he's not the saw mill man but that's where he's been. (as recorded by ken clinger and g.w. smith)
THE BALLAD OF SYBERITE
bruce played guitar and formed a band jim was a friend and a rock fan, they needed a bass to get things done so jim went
out and he bought one, syberite was hatched out of this egg they jammed a lot and then met greg he had lots of art and poetry
that fit their music lyrically, they got stoned and let time linger, greg ended up being their singer, they sounded tight
rest assured with bruces notes and gregs words, they recorded songs and had lots of fun under the influence of every drug
under the sun, but bruce could play and greg could write while jims bass playing was always right, they found a lead guitar
and a young drummer so greg bought an acoustic to be a guitar strummer, jammed in a corn crib out on a farm till winter came
and set off alarms,moved the band to bruce and jims trailer they lost the drummer and the lead guitar player as the remaining
trio really got down even recorded demos to send to big town but all things end, things must change, people move, minds get
re arranged, but i'll tell you this and i'll be right, i'll never forget the band syberite. (as recorded by syberite and played
on don campau's radio show kkup)...
shadows of the evening grow from moonbeams light , echo of its fury are heard cast through the night, we speak and hear
adventures, we know it believes in the night, it speaks of fear and strange adventures it knows it believes in the night,
it knows it believes in the night.(7-1977). ...
listen here you puppet breeders and act according to cold law readers, how rewarding to braindrain feeders to fry your
head with television and make you think its your own decision but acid heads know its all hypnotism, they create transistorized
human celluloids, a commercialed world in your brains voids, eternal red tape with governmental floyds, so what can we do
for the empty head friars except to laugh at their games and pull their puppet wires and dance to the beat of a hippies flag
fire (1977) ...
A COWBOY ON GOD'S LONELY HIGHWAY
when you got a long way to go, to be with your kin, and the road is so long that you start walking again, remember these
words if you see me walk away, i'm just a cowboy in love, hitchin god's lonely highway (as recorded by g.w. smith). ...
flagwavers kept busy killing indians flagwavers made slaves of blackmens sons, flagwavers did this and then they did
do that, flagwavers they never get fat, flagwavers killed vietnamese babies, flagwavers raped slant eyed ladies sons, flagwavers
did this and then they did do that, flagwavers they know where it's at. ...
I'LL STICK TO YOU
i'll stick to you and i won't mind one bit, i'll stick to you till you throw a fit, i'll stick to you like flies stick
to shit, i'll stick to you with all of my wit, i'll stick to you and perform my skit, i'll stick to you like flies stick to
shit, flies buzzing round the old cowpie, flies buzzing round the old cowpie, repeat. ...
but we'll meet gently in the end, we'll grab heaven and make it bend just to prove we're all godsend so there's no one
left we can offend. ...
lost on a train of thought, spinning speeding whirling wildly, reality dreamily wasting away the tracks of today, roundabout,
in and out, i think of a thought i should have thought of yesterday, i think i was thinking of stopping the game, i think
i was thinking of stopping the pain... time fades in and out of view, don't let the space case take care of you. 1980 ...
sun dusted shadow casters appear on the scene, deep rusted earth masters know where they've been, brain blasted shadowcasters,
stoned to the bone, alone, hovers freely from reality as the red eyed lost lover travels a space called the rat race, hungers
forever on the feeling of two apart that are finally free, no broken hearts, they are free to be.(1978) ...
the day of our knights awakening, amazed, dazed and out of context with the well read confusion confusion of the unknowns
unknowingness misunderstanding the freedom of poetic license, understandably broken down lines of space case ideas from the
black hole of unconsciousness while that which lurks behind the understanding is a confusion of life, liberty and the death
of ourselves to what goes on beyond the realm of life and into our souls. (1977) ...
at the end of time where dreams come from there's a rainbow shedding light, from the ancient past to the internet heart
comes the rock band syberite, bruce played guitar, jim his bass, greg sang some of the songs, wrote original tunes, recorded
them too so nothing could go wrong, syberite knight syberite knight get it right, but then they moved on watched life roll
on, it seems as tho a life they did get, try to remember it now, who what where when and how, syberite a band i'll never forget,
syberite knight, syberite knight, get it right. (as recorded by syberite)...
waiting for the doctors to turn my mind to mush, watching sick old men in drag making the young girls blush, remembering
the sunshine bright and soaking up the monster rush, now it seems they've drained my brain caused my soul to flash and flush,
imprisoned me beat and tortured me made me clean up with their toothbrush, so is it any wonder then that they've turned my
brain to monster mush, when you next come upon these richpigs with their carpeting so plush, put them where they belong and
give it a good flush, then smile and say they gave to you this cold steel monster rush... they've fxcked up our whole generation
now they've good cause to blush, we'll turn on the hearts of the nation to the mode of the monster rush. ...
an astronaut mouse rode a silver spoon, to find great treasure on the shiny blue moon, past the milky way the rocket
mouse did fly, above the silver stars that twinkle in the sky, he landed very quickly left his spacecraft all too soon hoping
to find great treasure on the shiny blue moon, he said when he did find it 'to mousekind this is a boon, whoever would expect
green cheese on the blue moon.' (as recorded by ken clinger) ...
kansas crews wrecking rafts of snow that blows thru autumn grass, the crow who knows his crooked past thought he knew
his first was last and the few who knew scattered fast, leave to see the open sea let there be, sandy shores with waves that
roar, crashing love notes down my throat i realize she cries, my name insane, ocean speaks it cracks it creaks, love above,
wish i had said you're in my head, you mess me up, set me up, atmosphere i don't fear, in the air, silence falls when she
calls don't go far i'm just one star, wasted in car, when you see that it's to be, we will be. 1973-1975 (as recorded by micky
saunders and syberite and space ocean on the 'old mother blender' comp tape from kds.) ...
i have to crank up my body to speed up my veins and take through my nose those damn crystal grains and just like gunpowder
it blows out my brain and just like you it drives me insane. (1973-1975) ...
a hovering fog clouds my judgement as a hammer of fury pounds through my head, my anger is a bubble waiting to burst
like drops of rain on the sun... the thunder in my ears kind of disappears when i think of you.(1973-1975) ...
the obscene colour of a psychotic braindrainer falling gently and so very, very high, and yet so far away the screams
echo constantly thru the void, it's getting so i can't look back anymore. (1977)...
and as you run through the wild you can plainly see that all of the raindrops fall down so free, yea, they fall down
so free, so lend me your ears and i'll show you a tree and let you by with your herd with a small token fee. ...
it don't matter where or what you did you still look like the shitkickin kid so take your beer your smoke and your lid
and put your old red truck in a skid because they can't let you go if you're part of the show and they can't let you be if
you want to be free, so don't take your trip with acid shitkickin kid. ...
did you see the time slipping away just as it did in our yesterdays, see the night flicker away just as it did today,
and yesterday, and tomorrow, if i may say. ...
GOOD FRIENDS ARE NOT TO BE FOR GOTTEN
i started today with a quart of beer and a song, i took a walk from bar to bar to get along, i kept in touch with the
friends i seem to have gotten, one thing thats for sure, good friends are not to be forgotten.(as recorded by dan susnara,
and g.w. smith) ...
i'm riding metal thunder, lightning in my hand, i hold the silence in me bury my head in the sand, i'm gliding through
this darkness with a fleeting thought of you, i light the torch to burn the world in hopes of lighting you, i'm riding metal
thunder, with lightning in my hand, i hold the silence in me bury my head in the sand. ...
old red had itchy feet and a cold nose so he drove his old truck to where the winds blow, but his license was revoked
and they know him, if they see him they know they will get him, they say he struggled to fight, found some beer cans on him
that's right and that's why they locked him up in the lee county jail, yea that's why they locked him up in the lee county
jail, now old reds writing songs from a jail cell where he seems to be doing pretty well, but he cries in the night hoping
his kids are allright and that's why they locked him up in the lee county jail. ...
the shitkickin kid clowns around, cause he likes to see boy howdy frown, but he never puts boy howdy down he just makes
him appear a clown, the kid says i'll see you around and boy howdy says your underwears brown, so they both bury it in the
i was a homeless wanderer riding out on the range, in the old covered wagon i knew i needed a change, so with my old
dog red and the clothes on my back, headed back to the forest, god knows i'm glad to be back, silver city, silver city, siver
city is my home, i'm glad to be back, silver city is my home, till an old drinking charge, got me in the lee county jail,
spent a year doing time, just trying to raise the bail, and when my debt was all a paid i had nowhere else to go, till i found
my silver city, now god knows i'm home, silver city god only knows where i'd go without you you're home and a shelter when
all the world's blue so now i've somewhere to go, where i know that it's pretty, a trailer in the woods, i call silver city.
(as recorded by ken clinger and empire and g.w. smith and space ocean on the comp tape 'old mother blender' from kds.) ...
all i hear is the the beating of a broken heart,
all i see are the peices of a shattered world,
all i feel are the emotions that i once felt for you. ...
you're not immune from the prosecution of the war pigs, you're not safe if you disbelieve the lies of the big wigs, join
us if your hope for freedom lies in escape, no return from the life on the run you must take from the gun coming through.
practice the peace you preach with the hate and follow your heart with a song, keep mending your soul by shaping your
destiny, the future now starts with a song that's wrong. ...
IT'S NOT EASY BEING A COWBOY
it was lonely being a drifter, it got harder to walk away, and as you hitched the gravel roads sometimes you wish that
you could stay, where a man's home is his castle and the kids come to play, it's not easy being a cowboy, i've learned the
hard way (as recorded by g.w. smith). ...
stupid people really get my goat, like to turn them off with my wireless remote, phony people really make me burn, feign
ignorance at my real life concern, like to turn them off with my wireless remote, before i go insane and go for their throat,
ugly people really me gag like standing right here is a mean old hag, dumb people really make me sweat, they never take a
shower is what i bet, like to turn them off with my wireless remote before i go insane and go for their throat. ...
where am i, where am i coming from, where am i going to now, who are you, where are you coming from, where are you going
to now, because i cannot see and i cannot tell, so where am i, where am coming from where am i going to now. ...
loneliness is tired of meeting me every night of the week, please let me speak, loneliness is trying hard to make my
soul feel weak but my hearts at its peak and my love wants to speak, we're in love with each other together we are lovers
the end, my friend, of loneliness. ...
THE RITUAL OF RA
incense burned for lady sun, stargazers cast into the unknown, all of the stars say its been done and you're all fools
for not living for the sun, rituals cast in symphonies, themes caught in counter melodies, send the young down the open seas
and say the prayer of lifes realities as the ritual, the ritual of ra, goes on, the answers never come easily hope and dreams
are like instant sanity, send the young down the open seas with rituals cast in symphonies as the ritual, the ritual of ra,
goes on. 1977 (as performed by syberite.). ...
CAN YOU HEAR
can you hear, as the moon spins gentle love songs in the air, you can feel her as she whispers that she cares, you can
touch the ribbon rainbow in her hair, and oh, you know she cares, can you feel, as the moon spins gentle love songs in the
air, you can feel her as she whispers in your ear, and oh, you know you care. (1978) ...
we think we shine, we think we live the life, we think we know the way, we think we shine, but in our darkness we think
we see the light, we think we shine, we think we live the life, we think we know the way, we think we shine. ...
THE ORIGIN OF
i didn't open my eyes till my brother died and i started getting stoned, did some tick with a kid named rick it seems
we both have grown, took acid at school must have been a fool but somehow i made it thru, saw my brothers both in jail cause
they couldn't agfford the bail and they wanted to put me there too.....
--- BONUS SONGS ;
well, it's been a long day, and i'm sorry to say, the night has to end this way, so forgive me if i, sing a soft lullabye,
that brings those sweet dreams back to me. (as recorded by cathy grant, ken clinger, micky saunders, and tony boise, these
songs can all be heard on the 'adam g-214, 2073 a.d.' rock opera). ...
TRAVEL OF THOUGHT
mysterious flight of the agitator descends gently upon the incinerator the tales of many unthinkable rhymes yeild past
the threat of open air signs and thinks beyond the travel of thought to retain all the knowlege he's been taught to recklessly
disregard all the rules and to spit in the face of the laughing fools, then escape to a time where all is dark and laugh upon
the left golden mark. (6-26-03-). ...
THE HIT SONG
songs used to have something to say unlike the music of today where big busty blondes rule the charts with mindless songs
lacking in parts, i'm not against love songs or songs that are real as long as musicians play what they feel and not give
in to rap, crap and shit, or wave the flag to try for a hit, but i guess even i would do whats wrong if it would help me to
get a hit song, even some airplay would be ok by me, a record, a tape, or even a cd, but i still think songs should have something
to say but do as we must is the price we must pay. (8-15-03-) ...
now she knows the truth i fear with lies unsaid and rumors near at last the truth has rung its bell and told us all the
time is well, to let us reach out to our fate our lives to live not second rate, i loved her once i told her now that true
love will win out somehow, i've found the way tho darkness falls and cast its shadow upon us all. ...
early white full moon floating across the cloudy skies of nevermore, shadows flying fast over landscapes of darkness
forevermore, the distant echos of the creatures murmurs chanting ancient lore as the scenery blinds my eyes to the beauty
of life's core. (as recorded by dan susnara and greg stomberg). ...
god made a hungry woman, then she went and made a man, she gave the guy a pain only men can understand, she made us with
a thirst that cannot be quenched she created us for knowledge you can't learn on the bench, last, she made us humble so we
don't think we're all that, and then made us caregivers so we know where we're at. ...
lost between the shadows of time
in outer space.
(as recorded by dan susnara and g. stomberg). ...
walking the trails in the rain, smoking one and feeling no pain, stop to wish and wonder why while blowing kisses to
the sky, perhaps to think and think aloud whilst rumbling with a wrestling cloud down below amongst the river and i perhaps
my chance to shiver as whistling winds set me astray a wanderer once who lost his way, hypnotizing the night stars and cruising
softly in my car i think to roll is to rock once more so enter now perchance by door think with me and peace you'll find if
you don't go you'll lose your mind cause kharma is the place you should be not rotting in some cemetary, dig your bones and
rest your soul, blood of wine and heart of coal, don't stop now you're on your way to wasting away all of today, blink your
eyes and miss the past that's fading now at long last i think at last i now can see why ancient ways warp times that be for
we are wrestling with the sun and the threads of life have come undone. ...
the imagination we create is an army of thoughts and dimensions around us the songs we sing and the thoughts we think
takes us aboard the all cosmik bus, to ride the rails of mind set trails and feel the nature of the beast is to ride the winds
of desert moons and paint the shadows heading east, to cross the road one needs knowlege of the path with heart that crosses
streams of universal peace and thoughtless dreams. (8-29-03-). ...
ALONE IN THE SHADOWS
i've passed alone in shadows where the dark man doth dwell rambled along in the valleys where the giant minds don't
care, past the earth from a place that i thought i knew well only to be cast in the fire of the dragon mans hell.(8-30-03-).
RELIVING THE PAST
crest on the horizon the future is now the past i'm reliving flows by (and how), the times i've forgotten and things
that remain history is begining to drive me insane, the man that you're seeing has disappeared by now the past i'm reliving
flows by (and how). (9-20-03-). ...
another year is shot to shxt and it makes me wonder just a little bit about where i've gone and where i've been when
i was good and when i did sin i'm on my way now tho i'm not sure where, to the end of the road, i don't care. (12-19-03-).
staring thru the clouds into outer space time speeds by beating the rat race i try to catch the rainbow that keeps me
in my place and dodge the cold raindrops that now just slap my face planting in the earth seeds of my despair walking the
path as my footprints take me where? i turn to go back fast but i'm already there catching snowflakes on my tongue as they
fall from the air, the fog on high is so thick i can hardly see where in the world my walking shoes might be taking me so
i can play the role by planting a big tree untill the winds of change catch up with me. (as recorded by dan susnara and greg
LIFE IS SWEET
writing songs about yesterdays when tomorrow is now here to stay the past is gone the present now tho i'm not really
sure somehow, life is sweet life is bitter take your cares out to the shxtter, we've now begun to wake the past with what
i kinow you just said last and to the rains shall we expire with cauldrons burned above the fire, as life is sweet, life is
bitter, take your cares out with the cat litter. ...
cool shadows out of time as lost dogs speak the truth of rhyme that keeps us all just as well as fortunes fly with tales
to tell, i thought i saw her in a dream where time stands still and angels scream and fools with out now were in and mortal
men did fear to sin, past the lake as oceans roar and silent minds do speak no more. (as recorded by dan susnara and greg
the rains came down, it seems, they washed away my dreams, the winds blew hard i guess and made my life a fxcking mess,
the thunder rang out crisp and loud and took my mind up to the clouds the lightning now so awefull bright took my soul up
to the light,the heaven above now awaiting me for what now? i guess i'll see.
OUR LIVES PAST
thinking about the people i'll never see again, some were enemies but some were friends, thinking about the last time
that i saw you way back when at the animal zoo, thinking about the times that were gone so long ago like the ancient history
we saw at the picture show, wondering about the past we knew so well before both our lives went straight to hell, secrets
i told just to her as life sped by with just a blur, things i only wanted to whisper to say like the past that was our yesterday,
it's been so long i forget why that o0nce good friends would say goodbye, now lets leave before the future and forget what
i didn't say to her.
i pee on my leg when i get drunk, my armpits smell worse than any dead skunk, my hair is caked in a pile of mud and my
teeth are green from all the crud, my toe nails tougher than a 2x4 and with my fat belly i can't see my feet no more, i'm
about as stupid as they come southern rednecks so big and dumb, my nose was broke twice both in fights i don't know if i was
wrong or right, i still got snot running down my nose but i see you know just how it goesmy breathe is so bad it smells
like farts and the boil on my nuts really smarts, my butts too big for my pickup truck and my legs hairier than a big old
buck my face is deformed from all the scars i got while locked up behind bars for beating up my girlie friend its what we
do around the bend, my kids are hooked on meth you know made by wino's on skid row, so now this is my redneck song sing it
loud if you belong 'rednecks live and rednecks die don't it make ya wanna cry, rednecks come and rednecks go and we'll meet
them down below'.
fly me past the skies of tomorrow as light fills in the darkness of time to the inner reaches of my mind that takes us
tripping gently to the empty skies of our yesterdays, lost in the darkness of time, nothing but emptiness in the meditation
as the dust turns to rust
and all things must pass away
and the light turns to night
but the darkness gets bright today.
if you think the truth is something you can fudge
then they'll come down harder on you
than a black man being tried by a mississippi judge.
i'm searching for alice in wonderland down the striped path of candyland, never strayed far from the habit of puffing
one with the white rabbit and hiding it all from the mad queen lest lightning fall with deafening screams, 'i'm late, i'm
late' the zombies cry whilst pouring whiskey in your eye and chasing your butt back up the hole with cards that run and rocks
that roll perhaps to find the late great wizard before halloweens early blizzard and then at last to make a wish to be as
rich as the gold fish and spend it all on having fun and then at last to be happy 'cause life here sure is pretty crappy.
halloween night and i'm smoking alone starting to rattle these old bones then awaken the evil dead from sleeping silently
in my head as skeletons dance within my blood amid the slime of oozing crud that shakes the bats from my belfry to fall amongst
the giants that be where dracula now rules the land from frankenstein iron hand but that's nothing when compared with bush
his finger on the button he would push and quickly blow us all to hell to wonder why mankind fell.
come on children don't you know jesus has called and he's called you a ho, he has called from up above to tell you where
to put your bible and shove, you're all hypocrites he can see if your throat were on fire down it he wouldn't pee so you better
change your evil ways but it's too late if it's past yesterday so get on your knees and repent it's too late but it's time
well spent it won't help to ring the church bell cause i'll meet you all down in hell where we'll all have a deep sunburn
just because we could not learn to just let live and let others live too and leave them alone if they don't bother you, but
you know it's now too late to change your ways to open heavens gate because you all just had to go in others business stick
your big nose.
somewhere out there beyond the dark shadows of time
lies the sleeping innocent reflection of a lost life.
i'm searching for a soul in the closet with my skeletons during the madness of the night inhabitted by the creepy ones
as ancient beings laugh at the monstrous affair of being almost human from nail to wolf hair, the ghosts of vampires resting
under the thickness of the fog calls the stares of sirens to gather at the bog for rituals of blood to quench the cannibals
thirst by causing us to expire as every vein in my body bursts, i felt the scaly monsters awaken in the night and cause the
rodent shadows to gather in mankinds light.
who we want to be makes us who we are the future is linked to the past who we are makes us who we want to be the present
is here at last who we were makes us who we are today the past is creating the now, what we are today depends on who we were
we're linked to destiny somehow, so if we spin madly out of control you'll see you're only part of the show and wonder why
the heavy dragons sigh.
to the kids outside you're a mother fxcking retard all the teachers in school call you tubs o' lard i'm trying hard to
love your butt ugly mugg but you know for me that its a getting pretty hard, your classsmates at school call you a stupid
clown as the bullies in class all push you around i try to believe in you but you keep a letting me down, the jerks at work
say you are no fun and they chase you down just as fast as you can run, but now you'll change their evil ways because now
you have got a really big gun, you're not take it anymore you're gonna right those wrongs and even the score, you're gonna
give them a big what for cause buckshot sure makes you pretty sore.
the dancing drums of madness come beating at my door, the marching feet of sadness come trampled on the floor, and if
you hear the laughter of ancient ones so young listen to the calling of ages as they come.
if you want to read reviews of Space Ocean's PICTURE OF MADNESS, or any tape or cd with greg
stomberg songs on them goto http://syberite.tripod.com
and click on REVIEWS.
songs from 'picture of madness' are available for sale on the following releases ; 2006 ;
ARF NIKS, k.d. schmitz, pob 1806. pokeepsie, ny 12601, $5, 90 min cassette has kds doing 'boy howdy'
COVET THY NEIGHBORS ASS nutmusic, tony boies, pob 505, ladysmith va 22501, $5 cd, has greg performing his
classic 'shut your fxcking mouth'.
ONE HANGDOG mumble mumble music, dan susnara, 7806 s kilpatrick, chicago, il 60652, $5, 90 min cassette
has dan doing 'stargazers' and 'old mill road'.
SUSNARA STOMBERG dan susnara or greg stomberg, 90 min cassette not yet commercially available but a cult
classic with songs like 'justice', 'silent minds' , 'old mill road', and more.
TOO CHUBBY FOR BALLET dan susnara, $5, 90 min tape, has 'mars' on it from dan and greg.
WE SUCK WORSE, A TRIBUTE TO SOCKEYE nutmusic tony boies, $5, 90 min CD, with space ocean doing 'shut your
SYBERITE metalstorm, g. stomberg, rr3 box 167n, doniphan, mo 63935, $7, CD, track one is five syberite songs
and track two is six shitkickin kid songs.
CLINGER STOMBERG, bovine pro., ken clinger, 311 stratford ave #2, pittsburgh, pa 15232, $6 CD, email@example.com
, 13 songs from stomberg and clinger with 'blue moon', 'silence', 'lullabies' and more.
SAUNDERS STOMBERG, micky saunders, pob 1749, chino hills, ca 91709, $5 CD, three songs from greg, with 'lullabies',
'nonsense', and 'midnight gardens'.
please add $1 for postage and handling but order now while supplies last.
and search for 'clinger' then click on 'stomberg-clinger' to listen to or download all their hit songs. or search for syberite
or adam g-214 for syberite, g.w. smith or adam g-214 rock opera songs.
let's all goto www.drdemento.com
and request greg's song 'let's have a scary christmas' to get another airplay on his christmas special show, thanks.