13/09/10
"The Re-incarnation of L. Ron Hubbard" is now at No.4 on the electronic charts of triple J unearthed. Anyone who gives a fuck about this little fact is welcome to follow the link to the site and register with them (boring? yes) and download the song heaps of time and review it (favorably if possible).
Thank-you, that is all.
www.triplejunearthed.com/CollectiveNightmares
08/09/10
For those of you living in Melbourne, the EP can now be purchased at Polyester Records in Fitzroy.
30/08/10
The EP is now available to buy online! For the moment it is the digital download version only so anyone wanting to get old school and purchase a hard copy should just contact me and I'll send one to you.
You can download the album in just about any format (FLAC, mp3, AAC, etc) depending on how much you care about audi...o quality and for those of you who are brainwashed by the corporate media and will only buy downloads from itunes then you'll have to wait a few more weeks before it is up on there.
For those of you still reading this post, follow the link below or click the "BUY" buttons on the music player to be directed to the site where the EP is for sale.
http://collectivenightmares.bandcamp.com/album/collective-nightmares-ep
The Re-Incarnation of L. Ron Hubbard
“Hello and welcome to the game: The Re-incarnation of L. Ron Hubbard. Join L. Ron
and his blood brother Old Tom Black foot on operation “Snow White”, a mission to cure
atomic radiation while drinking lots of rum and popping pinks and greys.”
Are you ever lonely, hungry, scared or frightened?
Do your thoughts keep you up at night?
Your brain is filled with a hundred bugs
You must burn down the town tonight
I went hunting, drinking lots of rum and popping pills
To catch Tom Cruise and put him into slavery
Boys lick Figs and Girls suck Leeches
L. Ron Hubbard has all he pleases
Drugs are plenty and Girls are free,
Scientology
All your men are slaves and your brains are my property
I will come and hunt you down and give you a lobotomy
#11 Dream (March of the Sheep)
Girls and Boys the news is in
Truth is out and fear is in
Block your ears and cover your eyes
Their words are filled with lies
When they tell you what to follow
You must choose to spit or swallow
In the front or up the rear
Everyday for every year
I see the sun and the moon
And the plastic world that you shall soon consume
I see the wheels in your eyes
And your past filled with lies
As you sit and drink your acid rain
Plastic bags with holes for eyes
Want to become a rich mans wife
The sheep march down the empty streets
The Fool pulls out his teeth
Black-eyed men with sinister titles
Wrote the Bible and carry rifles
Smoke and mirrors dirty hands
The Dolls are filled with sand
I see the sun and the moon
And the plastic world that you shall soon consume
I see the wheels in your eyes
And your past filled with lies
As you sit and drink your acid rain
Dream and you dream, dream and you dream
Dream and it wont come true………..
Once upon a time there was a little man who used to counterfeit money during his leisure time, but he was an engineer by trade.
By day he would build wonderful machines, the likes of which you could never imagine, and by night he would make all the money he could until he fell asleep from exhaustion.
Day after day and night after night the little man kept on and on until one day he heard the ominous sound of a thousand waves breaking on the land, and he was washed away from his little house and onto a magical island.
Having none of his engineering or money counterfeiting tools at hand, he began walking around the island and tasting the various native plants that he found. Each plant had a peculiar effect on the little man’s behavior. No longer did he want to make all the money in the world or design the most fantastic machine ever imagined. He now realised what he had been missing in his life.
As he continued eating and eating the plants he began making friends with them and they all turned out to be rather charming in their own unique and individual ways. There was one plant named Lucy he was particularly fond of and they fell in love. They frolicked in the woods by day and at night made love in the fluorescent water. But one day the little man proposed to Lucy and she said, "No, my parents would never allow us to marry because you are not a plant."
The little man was devastated.
"What difference does it make?" he exclaimed.
"Well, they've arranged for me to marry another plant, a daffodil in fact,” said Lucy rather proudly.
The little man couldn't believe what he was hearing and ran away to a far and distant part of the magical island. In this part of the island the plants were special. Not only could they talk but they could also sing! The little man spent every night singing and dancing with the plants and drowned his sorrows in the plentiful flower nectar.
He soon realised that these plants he was eating had given him musical powers. He could sing like an angel and roar like a walrus. Any sound that could be thought of, he could make. He married a beautiful flower named Sally whose parents adored him and they lived happily ever after, whilst Lucy died tragically one night, drowning during an abnormally high tide one black and stormy evening.
THE END.
contact: collectivenightmares@gmail.com
Buy the EP here
Record Label: Fabric Astronaut
Collaboration: Mountain Witches