23 tracks, 1hour and 28 minutes. Corona Slayer is a collection of rhymes spoken over a serving of homegrown music. Since early March 2020 this poet donned a new overcoat belonging to Squintin Quarantino, and begun to fashion a lock-down diary. This album is a defocused adventure, a wild trip to slay the newly returned corona king covid with words and sound-dance.
Tag: Corona Cypher
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About 2020: Squintin Quarantino
I intended to collect 2020 Haiku poems into a book and publish it quarterly, after the world tilted toward a new trajectory due to novel coronavirus, as you will see, my writing shatters slowly returning to freestyle rhyme and longer pieces, trying to make meaning of the new world of 2020 and what lies beyond the horizons.
On reflection my first explicit mention of the virus is in the following lines from February 2nd: coronavirus / spreading like racism flu / check your prejudice / solidarity / with all east asian people / li sao for sorrow.” These scrawls you track my attention moving with the spread of the virus and its potential impact and its dangers, within creative works and social media posts curated for your quarantainment, culled from blog poems, tweets and rants fresh.
For the record, my best guess is a Pangolin and a Bat spawned a new chimera near a Chinese a wet market, and since that moment power hungry greed heads have been trying to figure out how to twist the pandemic to forward their goals. Please consider my chronological diary of writings on Covid-19 as a testament to one individual trying to make sense of the available data. Stay safe, and keep supporting each other. Be nice. Thanks.
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SQ – Freestyle 1
Oh my
Fifth wave coming
Still vaccinated, beats coming
It gave me insight, on site, on brightOmicron
Doubling like mumps
Lumps in the graph
Check the math
We’ve all got it
Minimal symptoms
Mild disease
Cough and sneeze
Some aches and wheeze
Less death, thank you please
Be careful, mindful, it’s still a danger
The others the others, on the breezeWhat of cosmology
Stars and such
Mind body speech
Ouch, give me a crutch
Thought as much, snaked lunchMutant breakfast
Muesli brunch
Feel the crunch of giants
Feeding munch
Seeding much
Weeding fields, leading such
Greed in power
Needing sucks
Forgive my simplistic metaphor
But it seems omicron is a 4/4 mix
Covid’s Greatest Hits
With a few new remix bits.
A new Amino Acid House
Sick house, bangin’ plague techno.
Wangin’ science, tech though
Half are right half wrong
Twitter twatter tipple thong
Nipple gate nipple throngTom Hanks in a forrest of ping pongAs the sleeve weaves hatrick
Shout out to Ed and Slash and burn bardiatrics
Hash and burn word theatrics
Back flip crash matt licks
Mash boogie sway hips
Fast clips
Flash lips, rose tips
Hose clips and nose ringsPhone calls and flow sings
Song bird and grow tips
As the crow flips
The tape drips the epl pipsSuction nipple clips
Pineapple sips
Bikini tits
Lamborghini twits
Flap a cap in yer’ mouth
Shroom cap, it just fits
Damn, I got a lot to say
I’m published but still the time fades away
Guns to spades and sleigh
Undergrounds the way
Borough after burrow to say
Just say neigh, brey and tea
V for Vedanta
C for Kant
Kunst for the people
Sea shanty rant
She shunty pant
Sex tolerant
Sex for the rent
Sex ignorant
Sax solo rant
Poetry’s a cunt
Poets are dicks
Egoist hick with all the best
Flicks and sticks stones to break bonesTo break balls and minds hearts and faith
To break logic and reason, love and hate into math
To bake cakes of despair
To throw carrots and cream up the walls
Scream and imitate the autotune of Cher
Bare buttocks and tight riggin’
Who’s awake, who’s jiggin’
Flews chicken
News ticking tock tailors buggin’Thugs out there huffing and thuggin’
Ropes greasy, the headz still tuggin’
Plug yer’ lug in
Slug yer’ left hook in
Slog the bowl, swiss roll, your bowling or batting
Is that a whig or matting
Trimmed beard like Mike Gatting
Tripple doorstep all the fat in
Spells in latin
Grammar stammer hammer astra
Gastricle dawn theory
Mourn Leary
Star seedy far freely
Blessed are the masked
As they fight alone
Individuals united by logic
To at least lessen the rabid foam
Rabid tomb, Reagan zone
Biden smiles, Trump gone home
Rump still rare
Bacon fat
Sausages still sizzling
Got a Clue Klux Klan
Rottenhouse, what about that?
What about that murder
This killing, those victims, these words
What of the unheards
The dead, the wounded this verse
The hounded and categorized
Dumbfounded
Even the donkey astounded
Coverse.What othering
Who can’t be bothering
Squintin be smothering
Sisterly respect, brothering
No lords, all human
These words glow illumen
Tapping chiefs and shaman
This not for money, I eat ramen
Real shit, soul drama
All on the line
Rhyme farmerSlime flinger
Time swiffer and dust muncher
Slumber jock cruncher
Kojacks I puncher
Innertube fracture
Traction by fraction inaction
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Squintin Quarantino – Unherd Of Covidiot Media.
Squintin ain’t flinchin’ at the quack mob preachin’
Covidiot ravers should be sent to plague island, bitchin’
Lapsed Christian football thugs, fake gangsters, mugs
Snot nosed middle no-class kids, rotten gammon luggs
Y’all need some drugs, you give cannabis a bad name
You organize on Facebook and then criticise same
No moral compass, no empathy, y’all wampie’s
The sheep you see in others, led by Donkeys
I’m no fan of Rutte, that benefits scandalous slut
Squintin’s been critiquin’ while unherd truthers tweekin’
I come to wrap you muddafuckers around the wreakin’
Tongue on fire, heart desire, meme-warfare be speakin,
Last and next weekend, your damn lies piss takin’
You organize and support superspreader events
Crazy rogue serial Qillers, alt-right media savants
I’ll serve you up like ham-kass croissants
When my eyes get hot cross, I swing vision with passions
Ongehoord, whores and hard-right horrors
Support for Engles, Bidet and Wilders
Ongonize on Facebook, Arnold Karskens, bald fuck
Nasty populists like Trump and Farrage,
All white hate and populist brainwash-anon mirage
No funding for anti-fascism, just geld to verk’ for Shell
What’s that corporate capitalist market research smell?
Preying on the disenfranchised and the vulnerable
Stirring up racial tension, Zwarte Pete, abominableBranch Covidiots and faithful maskless masses
Gather in superspreader groups and speak out their asses
And the police state expands, to kettle the unherd
Shouting Freedom, dumb dumb minds to mush and turds
Hot Yoga Engels can shove it up his hot chakras
Lange Frans, go dance alone in crap circles at black-mass
From the demented world of Bannon and Sarkov
The new Dutch right media can shut up and fuck off.
I’ve a message for all branch covidian media
Pack your shit like Trump, I ain’t scared of yer’
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SECOND WAVE COMING – SQUINTIN QUARANTINO
At central station, with a note for the nation
You’re testin’ my patience, we doe’ need no more patients
It’s just simple I ask, not a difficult task
Just wash your grubby hands and then put on a mask
If you…think it a hoax, then you endanger our folks
Political purists want cash from the tourists
Don’t say the word, that rhymes bird community
I might spill some verbs and break word immunity
You choose…wealth over health, we choose Math over death
Exorcising rights, with my last dying breath
I walk with a waddle, like the drunken Penguino
Some call me fly…others Squintin Quarantino.
She…did all the summin’… I did the drummin’
There’s somethin’ brewing, it ain’t the fluin’
Tourists are coming and the spit balls are going
My heartbeat is rising, my tongue keeps surprising
My…songs are running and bong rips are rolling
Shoppers in droves…so dodge em’ keep strolling
A lot of dumb tourists, they act like bambino
I’ll wear a facemask, yes I’m Squintin QuarantinoI’m… weaving through people, they twisting my nipple
No masks make me dribble, at the narcissist rabble
Playing Covid at scrabble, with death you do dabble
I’m stuck in the middle saying, hey kid skedaddle
Up the…Gracht with no paddle riding bareback no saddle
I look at the muddle and just cuddle my bottle
and we get to the bottom, of the R rate “We got em’
with all my four hooves, we move over to trott on’
I’m like Wolfgang Pauli, who dis…covered Neutrino
Super fly Quark barkin’ Squintin Quarantino
Liars of Wealth, versus liars of Health
Put a cap on the Sandwich, put a cap on your mouth
Put a cap in your ass, in your head in your ear
You hijack our weed, make Trillions off beer
All the financiers can now work from home
Mum-wage workers, stuck in front Covid zone
Laws from the Hague, confuse like Cummings they vague
Can’t run in clogs, from the new airborne plague
I swim in waves until the end of the fino’
I spit behind a mask because I’m Squintin QuarantinoIt’s…late in July, second coming from the sky
In yer mouth, up yer nose in yer’ ear through your eye
Tiny bacteria, shut down your cafeteria
You airborne yesterday, chill yer’ hysteria
It’s…not a big ask, just wear a damn mask
If I don’t ask it, then your grans in a casket
Hot drink, you flask it
Asymptomatic, you mask it.
Put the lotion, in the basket and your mouth, behind a tight-knit
Ministers like dinosaurs, I like to call em’ Deano’
With a T-Rex flexin; this is Squintin QuarantinoOne small mistake or one big blunder
You and the city, might go six feet under
Don’t…sleep and lumber, get up track the number
Into October November December
Your…just out of reach, on a towel on a beach
You’ll hear me at the top of my lungs as I screech
….INN COMING here comes the second wave
I’m…calling to offices households and caves
Holding up a flag: Wear A Mask Life It Saves
A Covid Tsunami, will wipe out your army
A second wave attack will drown folk that’s barmy
Playin’…Russian roulette with bad spit and sweat
Bats teach us a lesson but you’re quick to forget
If we all wear a mask then, the quicker it’s over
No reliance on horseshoe, charm or four leaf-clover
I’m…hot like Mohommad eating a RAW Jalapeno
Listen to my raps kid, I’m Squintin Quarantino -
Rutte Cash – Featuring Squintin Quarantino
Vocals recorded by Tim Egmond
19/03/2020Turntables Recorded 28/03/2020
Feat. Defari – Change And Switch
(Instrumental)#FlattenTheCurve
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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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