Tag: Squintin Quarantino

  • CORONA SLAYER 2

    CORONA SLAYER 2

    First thought best thought is writing what comes to mind and sticking with it, a reflection of what arises and surprises. Surprise equals information, said a wise women.



    To be clear, I do not ascribe to the Wuhan lab leak theory, I do not ascribe to the vaccination conspiracy to kill off the human race, I do not ascribe to the 5G conspiracy, and I do not think that Covid is a hoax, that said, I do think that pre-pandemic trajectories of greed have escalated due to the rise of populist self-interest assisted by data robbers and media manipulators, fanning the flames of this god aweful virus.

    released July 26, 2021

    Written, recorded, produced and mastered by Steve Fly @ Fly Agaric Studios, Amsterdam. 24-26th July 2021.
    www.deepscratch.net

    Roasting Farcebook contains samples from the Jamm Pro sample pack “Witness” by Roots Manuva. www.jammpro.net (Special thanks to Matt Black / Coldcut for Jamm Pro tools.)

    https://thefuckyousound.bandcamp.com/album/corona-slayer-2

    https://www.patreon.com/stevefly

  • Response Ability – An Open Letter To Thinkers

    For myself, I am interested in science and in philosophy only because I want to learn something about the riddle of the world in which we live, and the riddle of man’s knowledge of that world. And I believe that only a revival of interest in these riddles can save the sciences and philosophy from an obscurantist faith in the expert’s special skill and in his personal knowledge and authority.–Karl Popper, The Logic of Scientific Discovery. 

    As a musician, DJ and writer I wish to project my voice and state my case for responsible artists who may feel similar sentiments concerning the easing of Covid restrictions in the face of rising Covid infections, unknown mutations, long Covid complications and the possible damage to our chances of properly opening up again gradually, returning to an open culture of packed dancefloors, busy festivals and care-free events due to the virus being eradicated, not just temporarily suppressed at manageable levels, completely eradicated! #CoronaSlayer        

    The ability to respond is a measure of responsibility in some sense. I’ve responded to the Covid-19 global pandemic to the best of my abilities, through poems, prose, raps, video and music, while physically maintaining a masked-up, socially distanced and clean-hands regime. I could have done more, but what I have done is mostly available at my blog, free to browse. I’ve a Patreon project, exchanging creativity in the form of books, albums, radio shows, video, for some financial support. Most of what I create is shared freely with no expectation of reward. That’s what we do. 

    I’ve been unwavering in my support for the national lockdowns, Fire-breakers and vaccination programs, for Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry and Biology as opposed to ideology. I’ve openly shared my contempt for Q-anon conspiracies, dullard claims that “Covid is a hoax”, and those critters I lovingly call Branch Covidians, a term I borrowed from the author Bruno Argento. I’ve posted searing critiques of the Trump/Johnson/Balsanaro axis of Branch Govidians and conclude that right leaning governments care for profit and power, not the health and safety of their subjects. They have proven to be irresponsible, repeatedly, unable to respond adequately in the interest of public health and safety. This lack of responsibility reaches beyond the left/right paradigm and predates Covid-19, which amplified and highlighted the problems and injustices facing most social democracies.

    Yes, I agree that large international pharmaceutical corporations have been profiting off other people’s misery for decades, much like other sectors: finance, banking, military and fossil fuel companies, benefiting from unrestricted international finance capitalism (the free market). However, profits aside, I don’t believe the Covid-19 vaccines are intended to do anything but give humans a stronger immunity to the Coronavirus. I’ve seen no evidence for hostile activities besides those associated with pandemic capitalism and the underground chumocracy network, led by Boris Johnson, Matt Hancock and David Cameron.  

    One way to help distinguish Branch Covidians and Govidians from response-able measures is to consider if the information under review is faith-based or research based. Not to mean that an atheist can’t be a Branch Covidian, it’s not about belief in god but about absolute certainty or absolute belief in anything. Any research based scientist working in the 21st century works in the language of probabilities and with luck communicates likewise, avoiding absolute pronouncements, leaving that to the political, religious and cult leaders. Research based science and thinking is open to new data, progressive, plural, inclusive, and we can all agree that uncertainty is on the increase. We desperately require research based scientists and a nuanced language of communication, cautiously optimistic, to move forwards together safely. Riddle me this, what happened to baby steps? 

    You’re welcome, naturally, to practice as much faith-based activity as you like, but please don’t inflict the results of your faith-based activity on all of us, in particular during a global health crisis as we tackle a novel mutating virus that cares little for faith. If estimates are correct, more than 85% of the world’s population believe in some almighty divine power, so it follows that they’re in dire need of updating techniques of prayer? Covid-19 has not gone away, as many faith-based political leaders have claimed over and over again, on the contrary the virus has mutated and strengthened, feeding off the general stupidity of for-profit governments and broken health care systems overseen by unfit faith-based nervous systems. Centralized government, centralized power and selfish objectives have led to a much worse pandemic across the planet, there’s countless examples of too little too late, opening up too soon, and our faith based leaders seem unable to learn from their mistakes, while sadly, voters continue to support their faith-based leaders, it appears that currently faith and shoddy belief win elections. 

    If critical thinking, the philosophy of science, scientific methodology and the hard sciences were deemed vital for a healthy, secure and well informed society, why would the government cut spending and access to programs that teach these skills and systems of research based knowledge? In the UK, Brexit has already encouraged the exodus of countless research scientists and health professionals. Nations with faith-based, opposed to research based systems of government are doomed to repeat their dumb mistakes with their fingers crossed [insert prayer emoji]     

    As the disunited Kingdom approaches July 19th and the removal of any mandated Covid restrictions, I must hammer out my opposition to this policy and make it known why I object to a sudden, all-at-once dropping of social protections, and extend these sentiments to Holland and other countries who may pay the price of yet another full lockdown due to opening up too fast while also miss-reading the cultural landscape so as to be wholly ineffective at communication with their subjects, youth in particular. Where’s the world beating advertising geni and behavioural science whizz kids, with their superpowers of persuasion and coercion, where’s the influential secret agents or influencers? At least Mark Rutte can apologise to the Dutch people for his mistakes, Boris Johnson, like Donald Trump is completely incapable of admitting mistakes, impervious to the shame and guilt most human beings feel when they’ve made a mistake that’s led to suffering. This is what happens when you invite liars and sycophants into the highest positions of power. I object to the herd immunity (mass infection) strategy and I always have done, since I noticed the tendency of those who promote it to be leaning right and leaning faith-based thinking. “Let it rip” is the catchy slogan that succinctly sums up irresponsibility in 2021.

    So what is to be done? Like many of you out there reading this, I suspect you’ve also encountered entrenched views and opinions, frustrated by the inability to get through to friends and family, let alone representatives and government officials. The spectrum is wide and growing, from flat earther’s and 5G mast burners to Yogi’s and MCs there’s seemingly, to me, no walk of life not touched by this schism between faith and research concerning Covid and how to respond. I think you’ll agree, the majority of those with vaccine hesitancy and a slightly wonky view of biology are not bad people carrying malice intent, they are our friends and loved ones. It seems to me that a small but wide reaching network of dedicated faith-based thinkers are being encouraged and assisted in propagating their alternative views by political forces interested in destabilization and populism. I’d hope that the anti-vaccine groups and those on the fence also notice the subtle differences between those who support restrictions, lockdowns, masks, social distancing due to care for vulnerable people (not for profit) from the minority of oligarchs who dream of a totalitarian system of government and wish to keep the population in quarantine indefinitely.

    Yes, I admit, I’m guilty of losing my center at times, especially when writing as Squintin Quarantino, serving up Covid punks, plague DJs and MCs cold. But this is a purposeful antagonism, aiming to set the scene for an open debate/battle between poets, rappers, preachers and politicians, all in the spirit of sporting competition and intellectual, witty combat. This is what all governments refuse to acknowledge, that art and creativity is a forum for democracy, a furtive ground where the gloves can come off and the language can explode in all directions, for the sporting entertainment and enlightenment of the society. That said, I regret some of the bombastic and mocking tone of some rhymes and aspire to a clearer, research based form of verse, able to hold history, scientific facts, statistics and epic drama. The work continues. Stay tuned.  

    Here today, in this letter I’m drawing attention to the fact that I’ve puffed and huffed and pouted and made weird noises to encourage feedback, opened myself up for critique and stood my ground when it comes to the goal of slaying coronavirus with eternal vigilance. The reckless decision to remove all Covid restrictions in the UK (and Holland) is another kick in the teeth to research based, science based thinking. The government is overriding the scientific consensus, demonstrating they are in league with Branch Covidians by way of their faith-based approach to public health. So it goes. 

    Be responsible around others, it might rub off.

    An additional problem that needs to be addressed is that of the growing gap between the rich and the poor. Tackling these difficult circumstances will require that we work together–14th Dali Lama.

    –Steve Fly a.k.a Squnitin Quarantino
    Amsterdam
    https://www.patreon.com/stevefly         

               

  • SQ – Take Care Out There

    Remember
    Take caution, with the extra portion
    Potions are potent and effect mental motion
    Pause to think as you enjoy that drink
    Be sick in the toilet please not in the sink

    Mask up, when you fill your flask up
    Ask up when it’s your round, put your hands up
    Check who’s beside ya’, knocking back cider
    Provide details inside cuz’ the barman just spied yer’
    He don’t want a tenants-super-flu collider         

    Mask on, mask off, no mask, flock off
    Please put it on when you peeing in the bog trough
    Hand to your mouth, if you sneeze or cough
    Same rules for all, pauper or toff

    Just holla at fools breaking covid rules
    And shut the bog seat when flushing yer’ stools
    Enjoy each pint, stay warm take flight
    Have a good day and a mindful safe night
    Wear a big scarf, a mask, warm sweater
    Eat some good greens, add peppers and feta

    Be happy and healthy, safe and sound
    Bulls head in the clouds, two feet on the ground
    Wash them grubby hands, observe the damn space
    If you go inside simply cover your face.
    I won’t see you, I’m home getting lean yo’
    A variant of concern, call me Squintin Quarantino

    –Squintin Quarantino
    Amsterdam.

  • SQ – Permdemic (Wack Rhymes For Wack Times)

    What about hairworkers
    Those on the fringes
    Who add colour to what’s natural
    With dye from syringes

    The highlight of my day
    Is to go get a cut
    Perhaps have my nails done
    On hand and/or foot

    Health hair workers
    On the frontline
    I’ll shave your head
    If you shave mine

    Look at that bouffant
    On that buffoon Wilders
    I don’t see hair like that on
    Farmers or builders

    Look at how stylish
    Men’s hair does sway
    On the head of Donald Trump
    Or Thierry Baudet

    All the royals
    Use the best hair oils
    Wrapped in tin-foils
    Blonde or brunette curls?

    Hair is a statement
    A sign of the times
    Global permdemic
    We dye for our crimes

    Like LA porn stars
    With Kardashing flare
    We all need nail salons
    Sunbeds, nice hair

    Suite hair nails watch
    Briefcase wallet
    Royal banker politician
    Make me want to vomit

    More cosmetics than a hooker
    You stupid mothercomber
    To open up the schnippers
    Just to style your fuckin’ look, err

    I’d rather look like cousin it
    Than resemble Baudet, piece of sh*t
    Shaved of any self respect
    Uniform behaviour check

    –Squintin Quarantino

  • Squintin Quarantino – Third Coming

    Third Coming
    Can you hear the clapping, my gums flappin’
    Moronic juicy rhymes keep the songs sap in
    Religion double tappin’ state talk crappin’
    Corona virus wave, another victory lappin
    Third coming
    Crowned for Easter
    Profit from misery is a sign of the beast (er)
    Baste the turkey with Brexit, the piss, Boris teks it
    You vote for rabid dogs and Brexit you get sick
    The virus, Zuck text it, fuck facebook and hex twit
    Take you bitcoin and shove it up your arse slit
    Who work for it, masses of energy, you tit
    No wonder Elon want Bitcoin to hit the ceiling
    Lao Tzu, Hegel and Machiavelli thieving
    Layers of capital, players and neigh sayers
    No socialist agenda to help or pay us
    Third coming
    Business class ass still got a thumb in
    Free ride capital, greedy market slummin’
    Mean motherfuckers own the means to living
    And I keep moaning, remaining, reframing
    Hot under the tongue, breath aiming flaming
    Wildfires
    From coast to coast
    Dumbos spread the virus like its jam on toast
    And my petty rhymes don’t even begin to roast
    Most the guests at the park who insult the host
    The planet’s not ours to save
    Greed stings like aftershave
    A curse on plague DJs who play the plague rave
    Greeting the third wave, go live in your cave
    Third coming
    In the air tonight like a song
    And I’m using a dolphin as a wake-shift bong
    You can thank Boris Trump Putin and Ping
    For the super spread of capital mutations this spring
    There’s a way out, forward, just look
    For the mutualist syndicalist anarchist book
    It may take a while, more destruction and bile
    We must crawl mile after mile after mile
    Eat that third shit sandwich and smile
    I know, my once tasty raps may seem vile
    Some raps snap like a crocodile
    Some traverse the Ganjes and Nile
    I’ve mysteries and manuals on file
    Spit a botticelli mosaic on your floor tile
    Suck satan off kitchen foil
    Cook up spies until they ready boiled
    Memories well oiled
    Serpent’s tooth and tail coiled
    Bed and pants soiled
    Poems loyal, dialed, dyed and royal real
    A bargain bop bonanza, a steel
    A wing on the third rail, another on the wheel
    Third coming
    Yower’ all-grow-ridim can’t latch me
    This patch is quilted with hatched ste
    Setting head fires with match key
    Game set seal, Adamski
    Born inwards Lee
    Burrows down to Gordon Brown’s downfall
    Gordon Bennet wrote it, I just float a bit
    Encircle, we mote it bee line for bass face distance sting
    Third Coming
    Ouch, like a corkwynder to our chops
    Like people without masks buying bog roll in shops
    Britain top of the pops
    But the band eating slops
    The Queen still banking and reaping our crops
    My flipper it flops, the bit penny drops
    From heaven or hell, or Giza cheops
    Capitals zit pops, death toll hit tops
    Exceptionally sexless brexit means worse off
    Oh well, so let’s make a mockery
    Come see my garden pond, deck chairs and rockery
    I fancy pigeons in my flockery
    Writs sound odd like socks, hurry
    In a global pandemic I’m sick like McFlurry
    Furry like mink
    Stinky like skunk
    Tuned up on Sun Ra and Thelonious Monk
    Third coming
    Like a trilogy
    We say three and in dutch it’s drie
    Wonton soup and cantaloupe with brie
    That predictive techx cunht catch flea
    Mimic my octopus, high me, fly me
    Word coming back from the grave
    Forgiveness, NHS not Jesus saves
    Eton enclaves and PPE chums
    Suck up resources and steal the last crumbs
    Tory Brexit death march to distant drums
    Oh diddums, it’s only a life
    Only a son, daughter, mother, father, husband or wife   
    Put down the knife, pick up the pen
    Write it out kids, let us begin
    Hideous crimes by this lying gangerino
    Pale when compared with Squintin Quarantino

      

  • Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English

    Phew, my words still gettin’ through?
    Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwo
    What’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?
    Crew up and cue up, It’s time to break
    Beats rhymes lives against the lies and fakes
    Have your cake, eat it
    Take your drum, beat it, concrete it, congress
    Get us all out this fine mess

    I’ve my suspicions, a band of magicians
    Warrior poets spit like real politicians
    Surprise equals information, this message trans-nation
    Distinguish yourself with brain mouth
    Go North East West after south

    We don’t reject conspiracy
    It’s a culture mirror, see
    Sore the populist pimple burst
    Vote Leave, Britain first
    Military grade weapon thirst
    Grandma and grandpa in cross-fire cursed
    War on terror tools
    Turned on public, trolls breed fools

    Westword data dystopia flip
    UK US myopia drip
    Facts gone blurry, speech all slurry
    They’re not sorry, sacrifice health for money, finance slurry
    Artist’s hot-belly full of Crowley curry
    Ready to deliver, deep forest rushing river
    Music with goosebumps, songs to make you shiver
    Attacks on arts and cultural outliers
    Highlights its power over robot town criers
    They can defund us, rob all our heritage
    Turn our industry to mush with clot after clottage
    But there’s no stoppage in this heart-head wattage
    We sucked on acid, liquid and blottage

    Mind body peach poem, please keep sewin’
    Keep going, heart flowing, dip yer’ toe in
    Keep crowing, mowin’ writing scriptures and poems
    Am I not getting through?
    Rhymes melting like snow
    States and Business strike
    With sick price hike
    You’ve got the stage, give me the mic’

    All the best minds getting bought by Google
    Those in Government still playing fruggle, I play buggle
    It’s a juggle and muddle, face down in puddle
    We all need a cuddle and a double on the double
    Excuse my mumble
    As I fumble and grumble like a lung lost womble
    Let’s roll and tumble to this humbelly rumble
    From out the rubble a Ruby 
    Critical thinkers, old and newbie
    Where your crew be, Marquis DeSelby
    Equal life affirming and dazzling beauties 
    As, dystopian dark rap realist footsies
    Prospiracy a thing, it’s praise I sing
    With bells, whistles and a heap of RAW bling
    Secret cabals with mutualist goals
    Snowdon moles, reverse trolls
    A conspiracy of thrills, to fight ills
    Critical paranoia, canvas happy health pills
    Microchip to save climate, stop oil spills, rhyme it.

    Design science fiction, hard as DALL:E
    Empathic imagination to destroy Fox TV
    Post Q altruist narrative story, a constructive Tory
    Or constrictive lies in glory?
    What’s real, what’s not, judgement shakey?
    Spotted with Delores, god for fake me
    Poet for hire, bold from worst shire
    Save what you can from a cultural pyre

    You, me, us and them, all together mighty jam
    I’m Muslim, Christian, Jewish and Buddhist
    Let’s just eat, call ourselves foodist
    Don’t mean to sound rudest or crudest, no flu list?
    Let’s do this, spit it all out behind the mask
    Entertainment is a thankless task
    With a mammoth tusk we dance at dusk
    Smell musk and taste upper apple crust husk
    Sell optimism in bulk using incredible talk
    Whistle beatbox and walk, be like gulls and squark
    Murray Gell Man on Quarks, complex skid Mark

    All religions be twain
    With secular society, to gain
    Paths to unity through rain blame game pain main
    Junction of voicebox flame
    Enchanted hot tales fly off in flocks
    Think out the box, outfox the fucks
    Modular tools for new building blocks
    Fight crooks with books, avoid kooks and spooks
    Be like Dr Spock, rock the spot
    Put sincerity in snot, go process TTOTT

    I am you and you are me
    Get it bruv, time for tea
    In your shoes, in my head, can’t get you, what she said
    What they say, whatta’ they say, what you say
    I say, me say, you say?
    We all stand together
    United workers, sympathetic sisters
    Downtrodden, vulnerable, minorities, grafters
    Sing it loud from the rafters
    This poem aircraft us, all the gods never left us
    And the planet can sustain, it must
    It’s all resources for all, or bust
    I’m down rabbit hole with hands out, trust
    Come together with zest
    Build community chest with others, the rest
    Invite them as guests to build empathy nests
    Sew em’ big boy pants and bullet proof texts

    Texts for sanity, for gravity, humanity
    A global village to avert world calamity
    Calm salt sea science speak seriously
    Science friction fractured actual factually
    Manufactured fragments feed back to me
    Turn index with psychic appendectomy
    I use my decks you see
    Turn-tables to fables mystery seeking that unity story
    Be it romance or gory, Labour, Tory

    Attention apprehension by marketing hench-men
    Forgot to mention our invention,
    Disbelief suspension
    Storyboard adventure to wonderland ascension
    Keep em’ reading with tension
    God’s murder at the conspiracy convention 
    Form and function my contention
    Dutch sandwich, meet heads for luncheon

    Come play
    Make space communism gay
    Roll in the hay and say, yes way, this way
    Do you own nothing, are you happy
    Or own everything and sad
    Join the fight for the good fight, you’ll be glad
    Familiar like Dad
    I’m puttin’ the fly in the gad
    Dishing up beats, rad 
    I’ve been here in the arts lab since a wee’ lad
    I dislike Johnny English, Mr dithering Beano’
    I prefer John Le Carre cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino 

  • 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, abominable

    Branch 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 – Oven Ready Squeal

    Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temper
    Turn time to tempo, praise Bon Po
    Buddhist buddies come on, let’s go
    Li Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip drop

    Murder most horrid Boris mutates covid
    Killers on the loose, infodemic noose fervid
    Truth’s not in news, chief commissioner of tours
    Lewer and skewer fact straight down sewers
    …We need more growers, sewers and flowers
    Sewers in sewers and so on it sours (my taste buds) 
    …Flowers with flowers, word is born, spore spawn (I could flow on for hours)

    You want rhymes about me
    What I do….what I see (fly on)
    My opinion, looking through a dark-glass onion
    It hurts to reflect, like hot crossed bunions
    “Hehe, yeah, SQ’s a funnyion
    Wonky sightsee wanky world pie eye on
    Any dope shit I’ll be there like…(flies on)

    Are you surprised hun, look to the skies sun
    Rattle of raps, like a cow’s tongue flaps (pun)
    Words get bended, letters they splendid’
    I sit on your satire, as no pun in ten did (we mend it)
    Hate, unfriend it
    I’m going round the bend with the Zen end pundit
    Lies, unfund it, Raab Convid Nazbitt
    Like Norman Tebit, Mason Verger, rude serve it (room service)
    Secret dis-service, church surface to air mad circus. 

    That smell cumming from the Bullington club
    Like acrid sulphur shit coke from a spoonz pub
    Tory stink toilet brick stank up the bog
    Not a priti smell, cummings wreak of reek Mogg (false fog?)
    More pricks than hedgehog, a tsarist tsig-tsog, zig zag tsog blog
    Chumocracy, toxic crack rock economy
    Hollow heart symphony, syphon off PPE
    I’m with Public Enemy, “stay the fuck away from me”
    Conservatives spaff’ cash and endanger our family

    Bozo, more U-bends than Putin’s wife
    Dither and delay cost 100’000 life
    With a mouth full of fevers, empowered by leavers
    His fowl behaviour, praised Trump as our saviour
    Cummings in his ear, in his rear eye mouth
    Follow that fucker and we all fall south (of heaven)
    He’s putting Brits in the oven, hand over gloven,’
    Ready mi ready, just cooked another dozen
    Go tell your ma’, your sister and cousin
    Squnitin’s gone cursin’ in wonkyverse versin’ (dispersin)
    infected, with novel rip-rap-arona’
    Injected with poets for a whole new personae (to cajole ya’)
    rap-rona round the globe
    Raw Joyce Popper poppin’ in yer’ frontal lobe’

    Make laughter infectious again
    Fake letter in fact a pain
    Fact the pain away, with rainbow come rain
    Babies in feeding trough, old forgotten, Gorbachov
    I’m snookered at the turntable, Squintin like rack man in-off
    Boom time for vultures, payday for toffs   
    I hope they all choke on kamikaze moths

    –Squintin Quarantino

    https://www.patreon.com/stevefly

  • 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 feather

    2021, we travel to the sun
    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   

    (more…)