Author: flyagaric23

  • Flu Romance – Squintin Quarantino

    2020_ SQUINTIN QUARANTINO - FLU-ROMANCE

    (Shout out to Culpatino…no blame. Big up Gravitino, I feel you)

    My gloves are on, the detergent is drawn
    I’m ready for the virus from dusk till dawn
    Break the trance with the vibes from Brian Eno
    The sound flew off the tracks cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I’m like Kurt Russel in Escape From New York
    Running man, stunning man, gunningham talk
    Like Stallone in Lock Up and Hanks in Castaway
    I’m stuck here in Quarantime looking for the way
    Out…
    I’m isolating nice things singing while tricycling
    Flinging words stifling, the greedy are pilfering
    The vultures are profiting
    Don’t stand so close to me
    I practice social distance Sting
    I save Zoe…and my keys unchained Django
    Watch me on screen, love, Squintin Quarantango
    In Paris, with the butternut squash
    In the bed with moustache sized buds in ma’ stash
    High as a Kietel here alone in the hotel
    Show tell bad smell brad pitted’ cherry bell
    A big shout out to Mia Wallace and Gromit
    She wears the wrong trousers and sniffed the wrong sherbet

    Take the pandem-mic and make the people dance
    Stay the fuck inside its no flu romance
    I’m a natural born killer of this novel corona
    Squashed it with my Ayahuasca ceremona
    Original gangsters like Whitey Albino
    Can’t shoot a shot like Squnitin Quarantino

    Like Hoffman in a Hazmat suit
    Prometheus blows mellow flute
    Can’t touch the hammer you might go David Banner
    The gamma-slammer-roller got your tongue on stammer
    The Androm-media strain effect like a domino
    I’ve seen it blurred before as Squintin Quarantino

    Natural born iller than Jacko in Thriller
    Beats lilted dilla Jackie Brown in the mirror
    My mind in a sewer better sew something newer
    Dip a toe in the water stay inside like befower’
    I can’t be sure bruh my vision is poor
    All out of focus from each scene to sceno’
    Cuz’ in this sun city sin I’m Squintin Quarantino

    Kick out the germs motherfucker stand back
    I strike down with vengeance on corona claptrap
    My angers are furious my facts Sammuel serious
    A pox on those who poison brothers delirious
    Me I like to trip the old acid amino
    Shootin’ super hate cuz I’m Squintin Quarantino

    #CoronaSlayer
    #SquintinQuarantino

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  • Fresh Off The Dome Of Squintin Quarantino

    #BattleNaps

    On the way to brum there’s a place called Quinton
    I saw it through the window and my eyes started squintin’
    I jumped off the bus and was shot in the head
    By a fake bullet “for a scene” the chap said
    Step the fuck back bruv, do I know you?
    Naa’ just kiddin’ saw your hat, checked your crew
    We went into the cinema and smoked some strong indo
    Turned off the lights and sat Squintin Quarantino

    Don’t call me squintin’
    When I’m locked down like San Quintin
    I’m quitting’ spittin’ sittin’ here knittin’ new mittens
    Cute scratching like kittens
    Most my girlfriends were fit ens’
    So many in the art game get paid a mere pittance
    Patience, stop and read the has Beano
    The world is hulk fiction and I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I step into battle with shaker and rattle
    Dressed like a cow I move the crowd like cattle
    Commune-immunity with no vaccine is lunacy
    Move your dumb ass inside the virus is real you see?
    Stop gambling with your life in that fucking Casino
    Stay home and kill ill like Squintin Quarantino

    Take that 5G conspiracy and give your third eye a squeegee
    When you get bored source your news from a Wiji
    Bars I got plenty my mouth never empty
    Call me Squinting eyes prize flies twenty-twenty
    With a mouth full of fevers like you’d never believe us
    Hip hop inglorious spit smells like Brad’s Pitt
    My reservoir dogs bark at Al Pacino
    Don’t fuck with the camera guy I’m Squintin Quarantino

    This band is bound for mumu land
    Turntable spray can mic and handstand
    Stay the fuck home with stuck home syndrome
    Play games fly drone make rhymes dry bone
    I’m in quarantainment thinkin’ bout the government
    Doing edu-tainment writing to contain it
    Outbreak beats from tribal elders to bambino
    We’re all bastards now bro just like Squintin Quarantino

    We await a second universal base-sick incoming
    Incoming…I juggle beats in my heart I’m drumming
    All washed hands on deck, sick seconds to wreck
    Better put on a mask and better wynd in yer’ neck
    Breath
    And get set to a task
    Like making gowns gloves food poems and masks
    And if in the night you get a strong dark urgy
    To go into the streets get a bit purgy
    Breath and hold down the fort, stay home, it’s a sport
    And I’m the Eddie Eagle Edwards of ski-board rap warriors
    Don’t jump stay home, stop worriers
    Don’t be hateful mate be a loving hero get leano’
    I’ll be here scribblin’ bruv peace Squintin Quarantino.

    OUTRO: When your locked up inside and there’s nowhere to hide and the last plane has flied and the tough man has cried the criminister lied as the last poet sighed and we all on this slide of mosty unsatisfied we look back and we tied our prejudice to pride and teachers they tried and preachers some died and screetchers they scryed guilty they hide and greedy they seek and the spirit of Apocalypse Cow moooooooo. How do you treat your meat? “if Covid 19 is the China virus, school shootings are the white people virus…” the other Quarantino said. Fly out. Yeah yeah. SQ in the house. Hey, stay home, stay in bed yer’ bellend. Ha. What you looking at now? Why you squinting? Dis ting…here, look, down at your toe, go, run that riddim’ track….flow.

    I feel like Rambino when I’m in my Lamborghino
    Wearing my chino’s reading porno magazino
    From the fam Gambino I gamble rambles for vino
    Split the spleeno of geno now I’m singing Turna Tino’

    Walkin’ down the streeto, just eating my cheetoh
    Girl turned and shouted, “hey Squintin Quarantino”
    I said “hell no, what the fuck do you meano”
    “I’m smoking that icky girl-scout cookie pheno”

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  • To The Five Cereals God

    Spring wind from the East
    Whispers of four seasons killer king at large
    Falling on deaf ears like snowflakes

    Flowers burst late winter messaging
    Sun’s fire and flood yin and yang
    Man’s dumb bones silent and thick
    The birds and bees return
    I sigh with pain and with relief
    The mountains and the milky way do not care
    For my mouthful of air
    When will I see my family again
    Who will we have become
    What of the badger fox and pheasant populations

    A Tsunami of novelty wash over gold
    Sunset on the horizon
    Its sudden beauty deceives man
    A novel king puzzle virus moves like a god
    Invisible almighty all-powerful creator and destroyer
    The slugs go about their twisted business
    Fish return to the river
    Men to their cave
    Sorrow on the air like bird song

    The countermeasures worse than the illness
    Thank goodness for Shen Nung
    The five cereals god
    Hemp cannabis and cheerfulness

    Funny thoughts dissolve
    As the long night approaches
    I start a poem and the moon sways
    Simple good health cheer for all
    May the cereal gods be bountiful
    May the rains not fail to fall
    May the greedy pulldown vanity
    Let us swear to meet again in the new world after
    Future

    –Steve Fly
    29/03/2020

  • Rutte Cash – Featuring Squintin Quarantino

    Vocals recorded by Tim Egmond
    19/03/2020

    Turntables Recorded 28/03/2020
    Feat. Defari – Change And Switch
    (Instrumental)

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    #FlattenTheCurve

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  • Book Of Covid19 Chapter 4 – When The Toilet Paper Jokes Are Over

    “Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
    Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
    Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
    Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect”

    flyagaric23's avatarDEEP SCRATCH

    Getting Sober For March?
    When toilet paper jokes are over you’ll be wiping your eyes
    Perhaps you’ll see a corpse maybe your relative dies?
    And we’ll learn together until the new dawn
    How to organize resist fight and seed a new lawn?

    None could see the bacteria or could know how it flow on the air
    Well…we could if, we’d done our research, but no, Netflix is more important
    Care to look at how suited up the Chinese are?
    That hand wash and elbow bump won’t stop it bra’
    Need heavy duty shit.

    Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
    Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
    Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
    Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect
    With behavioural misfit Nazi eugenics
    Put his head on a corona-spike outside number 10!

    Grow them hospitals fast now quick smart in a hurry
    Like the Chinese speed building of hospitals in a…

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  • Corona Cypher – Dirty Cash (Audio)

    I’m continuing with my creative poetic rambles into the dark, here with a slice of electronic music made by Tim Egmond. Together we are #FlyQuark
    It sounds dark and the content is pretty dark too, you might want to file this away for a later date.

    I have more uplifting music and poetry in the pipeline. Yay! These are some of my immediate thoughts read aloud into the mic, this track has an overdub of some desperate singing. “Dirty Cash I want You, Dirty Cash I need You More…”

    Originally addressed to Mark Rutte of the Netherlands on the 17th March before he had taken appropriate measures to curb social events. Things move pretty fast these days, and I’d have changed my tone a bit, if I would have waited 48 hours. More reason to publish these writings and live readings to create a snapshot of how I was feeling…reeling.

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  • Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought (Beatbox Poetry)

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    First thought best thought is a method of freestyle rhyme. Composed for my blog: https://deepscratch.net/2020/03/10/co…
    On March 19th I was fortunate to be able to record the words and a separate beatbox track at Ei-Complex studios with Tim Egmond.
    #FlyQuark
    At home I mixed the beatbox and vocal tracks. Love, fly.

    Corona Cypher: First Thought Best Thought Feat. Squintin Quarantino.
    Words composed March 10th, 2020. Amsterdam. Recorded by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex, Amsterdam. 19th March, 2020. Rough Mix by Steve Fly a.k.a Squintin Quarantino. Slice of lyrics…

    “…Make a new garden crew Do what you need to do to prevent flu Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,” Feed your immune system with funny thoughts Play mind games and put out doubt with flames Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates More toxic than J.P Morgan Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato From the get-go King Virus by contamination Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna Animal traffick led to… Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic Slammdemic dem Murder virus sound Kill that virus sound Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away? No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’ Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!) News and gov still manglin’ Vultures anglin’ Life lines be danglin’ Who’s who is handling? Ching Ming….CHING MING What good governance? Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming In Putin’s mouth Snivilization slouches further south No worries, it’ll soon come around Table turn around sounds fresh and loud Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart Stay one meter away and claim your space Make your ritual space in that place Surround yourself with good omens Cleanse banish power up be here now Wash your hands and then touch your face Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief Boost your immune system with some sexual relief No tissue, use a handkerchief Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf? Sacrifice for greener futures That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused? A death sentence for business The end of the dinosaur age is messy Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money Another bust boom bust boom! Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men Who do you trust? World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan International unrestricted finance capitalism Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions Gobble gobble gobble they earned it Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare You can imagine them looking into space From a Yacht, that stare No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart And keep masterbating Wankers against the second come-king You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread Who’s the illest now? Beat the virus Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go Don’t fight forces use them, Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive To produce white blood cells Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box. Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you Fight back with A G C and T It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up, Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations Yes we can figure out preventative medicine Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift Under mountain, glacier and pond Give us a hond’ Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me –Steve Fly Agaric 23. #DeepScratch #Plush