Last year I started work on building a bandcamp page for the complete audio catalogue of recordings by John Sinclair. The page features our collaborative work on the albums: i mean you, Beatnik Youth, Mohawk, and Let’s Go Get Em’
There’s hundreds of hours of music to listen to, plus an array of special extra material with purchases.
Keeping the music alive.
–Steve Fly
https://johnsinclair.bandcamp.com/
Tag: poetry
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John Sinclair – Bandcamp
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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’
–Squintin Quarantino. -
Squintin Quarantino – 2021 Vision
SQ, so what you ganna’ do
You believe in Q and I tell you that we’re all through
In the stew, I sue you like a lawyer, throw you in the dryer, prove I’m much flyer
Dug, you better dig like a dog
Sq alert and watching time like a sprung cog (nition)
Like a fly on a mission, squintin lamentin’ 21 vision
Build, lets get it together
I be hear rhyming all the time through the weather
Gags I gather, shaving no lather
My pants are leather, heart light as a feather2021, we travel to the sun
(more…)
Bring the beats from the stars home for everyone
We all got the lurgy, tip the ice-burgy
Beats make you boogie, gettin’ howser’d like Dougie
Revolt, like a lighting bolt
My tongue on twelve volt singa zinga see salt
Flash out the pan to make you understan’
Trump and his terror squad like the Taliban
Spies in the van, sir veil lance man
Following the fuhrer with the fake orange tan -
Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently
Pontoon…that’s twenty twenty one
Put yer’ mask on, big task ahead son
SQ Raps, with zoonotic curses
A pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these verses
Swoop down with sonor into your town
James Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)
The message I got and medium hold it
Warped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)
My joint hold it
That weed, sold it, green like Kermit,
supreme vermin, sermon turnin’
R-number determine the respect that you earnin’ (Zero?)
…I’m showing concernin’
Shut the fucking zoos and the schools, get learnin’
I look in mirror, and tap the sink
Double tap my head, think mcfly think
These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges
For Le’ Mink I beg forgiveness from gods and sages
Animal trade brings a shit parade
Unless, in a lab, you think the virus made
They farmed fur and fucked with the wrong mink
They picked the wrong Pangolin, wrong day, wrong drink
Now humanity caged, we all enraged (klink klink)
Klink klink
You put Mink and Pangolin and Bats in cages
Farm anything that walks, now the virus engages
Pelts and coats and eyebrows and soup
These mistakes not so man-kind, the guilty group (shot the coup)
You eat Bat Pangolin soup you die
You farm mink in squalour, boxed in you pay
Their natural habitat is 7 miles wide
They nurse their young on milk, down their burrow, inside
Netherlands, Denmark and US breed em’
Kill them, skin them, sell them and bleed them
Gone done it now, since pig sheep and cow
Back to bite you in the ass, better fast write a vow
The wrong Pangolin and bat-mink farms
The wrong politician and brats test our calms
When the wrong human spread the wrong virus
Cull in Denmark, our fault (I’d fire us)
Like a bat out of hell you’ll be mourning till’ the morning comes
I’m not surprised, got a gravestone on my drums
Pull your mind out the slums (hums)
Rise up with empathy, let it go, plums
Covid dumbos suck like a thousand jumbos
Wishful thinking, booze, god, where the mind goes
Rhymes runnin’ like yer’ nose in a snot green garden
Overflow hose with this prose keg yer’ pardonPractically shut the Zoo, we haven’t any clue
How far up David Icke’s Rabbit hole do you have to goo
Until you smell the bull poo, I ask you?
Study mammals, the variants, tell parents
Mammalian pathology and Mink/Pangolin physiology
Check my methodology, questions, juss’ holla G.
You believe a bio-flu made in a lab just for you
Why shut a zoo when it’s Bill Gates crew in Wu
Antivaxx anti-lockdown virus madness crew, fuck you
I spit compassion for Mink, you just share sick stink
Common sense and decency on the brink
National health crisis, you’re brainwashed like Isis
Killing just as many, your poor mum dad or granny
Boris Johnson is a pure fanny
These dead-pan notes are not funny
Far right thugs and Facebook groups
Conmen and victims, all fodder for troops
Caught in the cross-fire, a zoonotic virus
I put my hands in the air, but nobody would hire us, they fire us!
Check the papyrus
2020 vision I got it
Published in March, I got a fly in my bonnet
This is no sonnet but if you sun it you get it
Vitamin DJ, TJ hooka’ beat smell it
Don’t forget stay fit, still dance and move your feet
Be discreet with your raps don’t write all caps
I’m like a Pangolin army walkin’ through cat-flaps
Flapping chops, cutting drops, wearing a bat bra singing four-tops
Turvey, squirrely surely shirley, upside down inside from scurvy
These liars unnerve me, chumocracy dirty
I’ve been saying this since I was twenty or thirty
Always wash your hands before eating at the canteeno’
The virus invisible, I’m Squintin Quarantino
They put animals and people in cages
Profited from misery throughout ages
Confuse health message as illness rages
The tabloid right wing news-reaper pages
Have I got news for you
This shit started in a make-shift wet zoo in Wu
The chinese contained it, but some tourists plained it
And some tourists plained it, and some tourists plained it
Skiers and first-world upper-class dummies
Picked up corona for a ride to their cities
Those living in crown cuckoo land, can’t understand what’s new
A new virus, previously unknown and that much is true
Faith salespeople and cheats pounce like vultures
I make word sculptures, music and cultures
You turn natural disaster into a man-made catastrophe
By not taking the scientific consensus seriously
Toilet papers hordes and 5G nutspiracy, embarrass me, callous me?
Qanon, wake up son, they’re lying about who’s lying
I’m flowing here trying to keep from sighing
Singing not crying, walking not flying
There’s no denying, right wing leaders cause more dying
Look at New Zealand and Wuhan, which communist buying?
First world white capitalist faith-based disaster
Exceptionalism, conceit makes the virus spread faster
All the Trump Bolsonaro Bozo incompetence
Is reflected in numbers, the death and mere pitence
Largest military and best health care facilities
Can’t be used to help the people because their for-profit utilities
Public funds into private purses
What are you stupid or something, can’t understand these verses
You’ve been robbed, raped, thraiped and tortured
They stole the land, the trees, the air from our orchard
And although its awkward we must walk forward
For word brings hope and a rant helps my veggies steam
Environment a melting ice-cream, it doth seem, ripped at the seam
Tripped over the dream back to the future nightmare
But I’m awake, ready for the fight, who’s up and out there?
I’m here training in my yellow submarino’
Staring at Faceblock, Squintin Quarantino
–Squintin Quarantino
See 2020: Squintin Quarantino -
Steve Fly Newsletter (Patreon)
Hi, sending warmest regards and sweetest wishes to you, wherever you are…out there in the rapidly transforming world. I’ve stepped up production and output in my gesture of unique entertainment during this next sheltering in place phase, lockdown-two or whatever you call it. Meditation two, the second challenge?
I’m moved by considerate people who choose extra caution, thinking of others because it makes sense, not waiting to be instructed to act under threat of fine or mandatory laws. I see care and sincere concern bursting out from most people, coming together, contrary to the narrative from the 24/7 media bombardment, division, mistrust, confusion. There’s beautiful, heartwarming humility everywhere, if we can cut through the digital fog of culture wars and break the spell of despair.
I curated a Youtube Playlist in March) Videos To Help During The Coronavirus, I’m carefully adding what I feel is worthy. Plus, pruning Youtube Playlists with thousands of hours of material, take a look HERE.
I’m still editing that damned novel, amassing appendices and multimedia footnotes, struggling to lift it all and make it cohere when heading into second lockdown challenge. I trust the light hearted side of prose can overshadow the murky side, it feels like a tightrope walk wearing tights on my head. I want to be sure, really sure, that I write what I mean and mean what I write. I’m a little perplexed about how to proceed (print and produce the book as a physical artefact) recently I’ve considered a USB stick to also hold video, audio and images. The plot thickens.I wrote a small blog entry last week about Artists and their relationship to National Security, HERE. Earlier this month I wrote about coronavirus challenges and possible solutions.
This month I’ve recorded a new series of DJ mixes available here and experiments with JAMM PRO (NinjaJamm APP) screen videos and live video from my bedroom/studio.
Douglas Rushkoff and Grant Morrison on Team Human, take very merry trip together I recommend listening to. Prop Anon interviewed Grant for Mondo 2000 e-zine, waxing lyrical on Robert Anton Wilson, Brave New World…HERE.
John Higgs recently published his Newsletter #23 that bulges with delights and insights, with links to his latest work and gems about RAW and the current conspiracy climate emergency.
Nic Aldeton of Complexity media recently uploaded a new version of the panel discussion between Adam Curtis and Alan Moore (2017) moderated by Michelle Olley, I was present at the event and was lucky to hang with Adam and Alan.
They Came To Starburg is my Halloween horror/comedy (Audio Book) released in 2014. You can stream the Spooken Word here. Happy Halloween.
Here’s some words I excreted last week:
hiber-nation
huddle close avoid spikes
like hedgehogs
solidaritea
and toast with common coffee
grounds for peace treatyautumn is slowing up
heart and mind torn by brexit
sad separation
covid autumn
moon and stars mask
uncertain cloudtake a long walk
awake to the simple things
you’re never alone
we love the long night
isolation strengthens us
in heads we thrive
leaves and rain falling
magpie and raven ascend
find the othersis a rose a rose
in cruel summer lockdown
water your gardensycamore
fig-mulberry poem hides
under maple leafThanks to you for helping keep the wheels turning. I sincerely wish you are staying productive and keeping safe from harm.
–Steve Fly
deepscratch.net
patreon.com/stevefly -
New Shennanigums Raps
“Formented homey slow mead down the pagemelt quilted quiver of quill shawl of wynwyrld bushfires blairing lies burgundy rivers rushing aside the grassy noel partly paisely swirl gull on wing swooping ease grey socks in the ironing boardroom…” –Steve Fly, World Piss: The Spore Of The Words. a.k.a Shennanigums Wave. SPORE OF THE WORDS
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SQ – A CALLING (COME TOGETHER)
All bands, slam fam to bluegrass move ass
metal, country grime get up reforge time
symphony orchestras, big bands and choirs
get it together, no time to wallow in the…
shout loud from spires what inspires
sharing live facts that transpire without tiring
an army of artists from all walks working
all sound systems all DJ’s ALL MC’s
drop your mic-guard open up to neighbartists, please
bring rap blues jazz reggae rave jam together
oh wee la laa, we ready to perform in any weather
promoters join forces, venues too, join voices
we live as one family festival people this is true
find the others and write and regroup
build an undefinable genre-busting free-jazz beatbox troupe
be mobile and drop your mobile for a while
come out into the fields and greet fly masked smile
all graphical wizards, kings of all boroughs, all trains
graffiti street artist thrive, up bold holding reigns
galloping tour buses and managers and labels
and we’re off, come on, stop grooming stables
turn the tables, take a task and cash that ticket
it’s tea time and I bowling for collabs to make bind
protecting wickets from the wicked at your neck.
ready-break
together as adjacent to the grass-roots change
use art to channel love, and sometimes channel rage
use sound, paint by hand, try to get off the page
all bands and all artists, designers and singers
rappers and poets and painters and sewers and
funders and growers and drivers and cooks and
dancers and actors and film-makers and sculptors and
teachers and playwrights and coders and stage-workers
clean up crew and lighting folk and studio hands
and hardware brands and audio engineers and digital
pioneers let’s get together and secure our futures.
“Come Together“–The Beatles.
love, SQ -
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 -
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