This is a series of tracks and songs I recorded in my loft. I recorded it myself, mixed it myself and it is not mastered. These pieces have been recoded and mixed over the past 3 years. This is Agro rap.. be prepared to think and feel. The song structures are non traditional, the subject matter is wildly esoteric yet grounded and rooted in pragmatism, and I rap for the love of rap - no other reason. It is honest, it is my thoughts and it is not for the radio.. it is not for the record labels. It is for you. The person that is living as a human and trying to make a life for yourself. It is about the dreams, the fantasies, the fears, the love the struggle the joy and the myriad of emotions that we experience. I hope you enjoy. THank you for listening. Peace to J DIlla and all the people that came before me and all those that will come after me.

Dilla Free Feb

Dilla 4.22.12 Bounce

Dilla 3.16.12 Bounce

i respect these ox out the cages, i made this in my basement
fuck the radio racist that never play this..
we build our own stages.
we make our own wages, create our own spaces

I hope to understand the secret of music/
 in my minds future motives and keep true to it/
I think I remember the prime mover modus /
Before it got convoluted into the codes of pope clovis and wound up all twisted like mc eschers mobius /
i stay peace like a budhist/
socrates vs the sophist not so sophisticated next to river styx with anubis/
And socially awkward when comminicating with zoolically cryptic souls 
yeah man they all like like judas/ 
I am a nudist confused with confucious and speaking to specters/
leaking these lectures/
They patrol my scripts
wonder what happens when i am gone for the weekend teaching professors/
please Remember
I think my splended thinker is blended in a
Blender/ 
and my mind is gone far past november/ 
how bout I migrate to warmer temperatures all winter/
how bout I give the middle finger to these fucking  censors/
I used to just worry about life longevity  and dentures/
now I have to worry about the embedded microchip and sensors/ they wanna put into ya/
Bartender please pour me another cold pilsner/ 
Before the ink can throw me off balance and center/
 and I start wobbling and losing balance
Splinter the spiral/
 and see ...The simple symbol of the sphere on vynal/
And the string spinning off the spindle /
it's like these postmodern artists are good for nothing except for losing their talents and going primal/
Like I wanna go viral/
I go on hard core brutal benders no narcotic usage/
I study Data digits and hold firm to he reason I started this music/
find the truth in it/
In an age of
Digital microchips 
Sub dermal implants and plants that chemically enhance/
Well shorties already have breast implants 
might as well start to get used to it/
And shorties already got ass implants
So you can hop in the cart with the rest of the lunatics/
Why not move us one step closer to the borg
One step close to the unified mind,/
 no seperation of you and I/ 
no distance between the space and the time
all of us one mind
but all of us as one.
its ironic
I want to be a part of the whole but I also need to be me
Me and individual 
A singular being in the singularity/
A single man ok with the fact that I may be too looney for any woman of good standing int his kingdon to marry me/

I respect ox out the cages/
Look at how they threw me in this looney bin and I find a way to make it/
A war of the worlds where the devil takes the face of hatred/
aryans figt nubians and nothing holy Is ever held sacred/
But me, I made this in my basment, I give a fuck if the racists that run the radio won't play this/ 
we build our own stages/
make our own patronage/ 
make our own wages/ 
Wild like ox out the cages../


ORIGINA BEAT BY EL P - COLD VEIN ALBUM.  THIS IS FOR PERSONAL USE.

Ox Out Da Cage MIX

A STORY ABOUT A COUCH SURFING EXPERIENCE…
I wanna say this without need of interpretation or equivocation just live and direct
 just my life as expressed
I interact with so many individuals in this particle and wave  communication it's wires and mesh 
when We vibe and connect
my home is a house of sleep accommodation for traveling patrons in need of a night of rest
I confess
I suffer from sleep deprivation but love the truest illuminations and the inundation, I  go with wave, ride the crest 
dive in the depths
ride the crest 
dive in the depths
I value when I meet new people and we flip deep conversation 
its Just an observation
Lately it's like my crib has been a chamber for the council of foreign relations and it was no different in this situation
I asked her where she came from
She said that she and her friend came straight out the deep darkness of my mad imagination
I wanted to see them Cum once
Because that five minute afterglow when we synchronize breaths is my world of Inspiration
Don't get it Lost in translation
It's not about the corporal and carnal, life is a carousel
We found each other while sippen cheap whisky amongst the four of us in my basement apartment, parallel
Now in a normal situation I may have tried to deduce their interest in a game of fuck, suck and swallow 
but instead we shared memories of the past that left us stuck crushed or boggled 
 unable to adjust flush with sorrow  
they reminded me that others have chosen to take the dusty roughly constructed hard road
 to clutch an untouched tomorrow
Grab the old crow, crush the bottle
discuss our lives growing up in differing economic and sociological models
 until the whole bottle was hollow 
follow me as the we ride the universal wave of sun light
Both were danish
one blonde, one asian 
My  life is electric yeah for one night,
 damn, only one night
Separated by the distance but thats only one flight
its  more than Flirtation
More than ideas merging submerging and emerging
Am I the First person to lift the curtain
I Can't believe this is happening in first person but I place it in this verse  for certain
Internalize this, this is life, don't just observe it in third person
Roam this earth searching the surface for perfection
And all this started with couch surfing
and no expectation
i rap a whole lot about relationships because i know that space is big but its hard for me to find my place in it
i rap a whole lot about relationships.  because space is big

All In All tribute Mix

Gamba Salon 0ct 19 2015 - poetry performance by Stonehenge Parnhashnakovsky

more info about GAMBA  http://gambazine.com

last piece.. i will post lyrics to others on my blog.
420 SPECIAL
Welcome to the life of a wretch stressed miserably in the rotted apple where death is the ministry and I am vexed visibly
but I  still celebrate
420 fresh veggie festivities
Bless this digitally recorded mess
And mystery
The hex
Mortician
Morticia metaphysics and metamorphosis
The depths of a drifter
Mortuary
Pockets full of gravel
The hostile vassals in castles
Bones snap pop krackle in order to establish the apocryphal papal
bull
Pas the
Burnt offerings in the chapel out down te scalpel and take a pull
Do you know the meaning behind the symbol on the satchel
Lions try to cover the face with wool to keep the belly full
While I stay never seen like a living pteryldactyl
Learnt the offspring and goslings
Hate He a cackle
210 cook street
Apartment 406
Raffles
Waffles
Art in the walls
I trip and fall like scaffolds
Or walls of the Tower of Babel that toppled
My heart has flaws
With my mind I brawl and grapple
Raise flames for
Fire on the roof stain glass images like the halls of the tabernacle
Projections in windows
The pain is forgotten
Woke up from disco nap
My days start at night like Bruce way e in gotham
I shoot straight when talking
Once I rise
Get right to work twisten
Even with my blurred vision
Lighten jays
Sparking thoughts that develop into these words of wisdom
I write and type every day and arrange
Superb Intuition
My delegation ad coalition
Deserves dominant displays
That prominently portrays
The damage that monsters will make
Burning embers and blessings
The raps I write are wrong
Only on
Opposite Day. So
The topics displayed vary and sway from prophets in caves to narcotics in raves to money in the pokets for slaves
Court Dockets and a case
To electricity in your sockets
And and the minatour locked in a maze
My brain pattern and  pottery is glazed
The prophecy is vague
But the philosophy praised is obviouslya
Crazed
This is a symbol of inner feelings am tattered soul
Speaking truth with only half the whole
Here is the hint we all started from energy created out of the blackest hole so at some point that's the home home you have
Back to go
Thanks maya
Pass the dro
Ok you wanna get real
Real is being so broke your homies give you their change jar and it's only enough to pay for food
Fuck clothing or shelter
Ad you are thankful
You are still grateful
Somebody still loves you
Real is no money for rent
Real is the gas cut off for 8 months
Real is the same woman I love does not love me
Real is a woman living me when I have no time to open my heart
Real is no savings
Real is 20 years of dedication
Despiration
Perspiration
You put your heart and soul in your creative work with no vendication
No vacations
A true vocation
Dicks in berkinstocks
Pergatory Jews
And confusing conversation with this woman who is either just entertaining herself with this surrealistic comedy or she is trying to bone
I can't tell which
So I will go home and write a relic on my smartphone
I do. Use a pen and I do t need a studio or a 2000 dollar microphone to let my light get shone
I write tomes but here is a tidbit
Another poem
From a man that grew up in a so called broken home
I know some animals are better left to roam
But I am a man of companionship and should never be left alone

Stonehenge Parnhashnakovsky Poetry set

Start the beating of  war drums/
It's The calm before the storm comes/
Proceed with the democratic quorum/
 knowing I got no decorum/
 and keep leaking this electric static distortionin my erratic classic recordings/
eradicate boredom/
Storming/
Aggravated  Norman/
 bates, Came to snatch my pie piece off the plate and Corning/
and that's only half the portion owed for the passionate performance/
Put a flame to match and spark the last batch of torches for scorching/
black wrath and four horsemen of the apocalypse
Chill with Thor and the Norsemen/
Holding Exploding gifts no endorsement/
The grand prize as the fortune/
But every man dies it's unfortunate/
I might decide to do it at the had of a lone swordsman
Warning
Global warming/
My fans are a little fickle but that's not important/
I think in triples but I like my women in knots by the foursome/
Life is a riddle and heaven is a castle in the sky and I learned that from the   bored Mormans/
I rap like I am four again
No
I rap like  a hunter and gatherer in the wilderness foraging/
 hands too brutish to hold bowls of porcelain/
But grope his own sexual organs to the sound of heavens organs/
 adore the hymns/
 of A roaming ronin with no history or origin/
A nudist Seeking fleeting freedom/
An African American how about human being being seizing the day/
how about celestial body in physical form breathing see tha double helix DNA/
I'm a starving artist peeping the police feasting while the streets decay/
I say free the slaves/
A little bit scorned but please believe him when he begins speaking reason
My people say we need a get away/
Ok
It's been pain and blood since the umbilical was torn and my heart began beating - life just happens to be that way/
  each palpatation gets me closer to heaven or maybe the garden of Eden  where we could play all day/
 where the leaves will sway/
I think about Adam and Eve being naked and watching the sunset every evening, such a scenic display/
Licking a peach stem while deep in my readings
I ask myself the purpose of each individual born and never grasp the meaning/
Maybe I should ask the deacon/
Maybe I should grab this flask and wrastle my demons/
Or pop this capsel and start seeing the fractals and light beams beaming/
And when I hold the mental stencil To page I have visions of people flying/
while gripping the wings if the Phoenix screaming rising/
I stay chiefing with chieftains Leading the legions I ain't lying I am cunning conniving /
somehow surviving thriving/
And keep my mentality old school like Minoans  and Mycenaeans
The maze menatour and Cretens creeping like lions, 
 one of the wise men/
 When I get in stage to perform I catch the shinimg
like Stephen king a man mining for diamonds in his own mind an keeps digging
Seeking, finding grinding/
Living tweeking off te deep end every weekend swan diving
Is that something surprisig/
Reach for Orion in the bleekest environ but that's the space and time that I am in my friends dumpster diving/
a process that leaves  brain aching
Faces crying /
We stuck on race an ethnicity instead of the event horizon
1000 suns rising/
The cost of the water is rising/
The cost of living is rising/
I'm not compromising in my writings/
My people are dying/
and in my dreams, man , my people are flying/
1000 suns rising/
The level of the water is rising/
The cost of living is rising/
I'm not compromising in my writings/
My people are dying/
and in my dreams, man , my people are flying/

My people are dying

its not about politics. I am anti violence, anti war, anti guns, anti nuclear weapons.. i made this song about the development of the atomic bomb and nuclear technology. I made the ambient music in the background and pulled samples from historical interviews with people involved in the manhattan project, scientists that explain how nuclear fission works and how that was turned into a weapon, and the consequences of the United States dropping bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. 
If you are a videographer or live musician and would like to help do more with this project, let me know. its a 30 minutes piece.

This project is part of a larger anti violence and anti war belief system.

Nuclear History by Parnhashnakovsky

The homies sent me a two track of the instrumental.. i laid the verses.. years later we release it.

Stonehenge Parnhashnakovsky - Brooklyn MC
3rd Cortez - Drums, Guitar, Bass - UK

I dream of a world w/3rd Cortez (UK)

This song is about the universe, life and the hereafter. share with a friend if you enjoy this piece. It is part 1 of a two part series.

LYRICS
we all came from the one, singularity
the one atom
the one cell
but where did that one come from
where will this one being of energy go when its done i was made to only be here temporarily
in only this one time and space
the black holes and big bang make my mind race in place
till the day i lay in graves
yeah its hard to say
but one day i'll passaway
remember my face
another molecule expanding in the universe of time and space at a rapid rate
they say we're carbon based

First there was nothing and out of nothing came everything and all things that have been or will ever be
the earthly and the heavenly
the macro the micro the pyramids in the valley of the Kings
in a primordial soup of fire the atoms gripped the rings
some say hark the herald the angels sing while others see themselves as the phoenix just grip the wings
now i am a filthy animal that licks lips with rings
quick flashes of synaptic active chemical compounds electrical impulses and polypeptides
learning and memory hydrogen is the simile in this mineral nebula
verisimilitude and similarity identical to the unknown phenomena strain Andromeda
seeing crop circles in my dreams of insomnia copy carbon based philosophy
Fibonacci
a lifetime of lifetimes existing in this eternity of entropy
looking at sunsets and feeling with all5 senses sensibility rational thought
Plato, form appearance, copy
inhale life with each breath
conceptualize the permanence of death and the instability of life
so my mental is over active tapped into the collective conscious, so i never slept
i study thermodynamic laws strong force weak force, the kaballion and massive bodies that move weightless
in corporal body confused by the physics of polarity, gravity and spacial placement
in reality we only know our own reality
i see the Godly with out the Christian Judaic deoxyribonucleic acid ribosomes double helix
i know chromosomes genomes brain stem, nervous system proteins lipids heart blood flesh and bone
the priest speak prophesy they had a vision and hold words with conviction
I am still trying to understand how or what the universe is expanding into and how could we measure it
i wrote a mosaic, still try to better it
photo voltaic
psycho active
i cant waste my life
i might not make it another night
so under the sunspot i pour libations for the greatest of ancients mold the world in my image and create it
see the brick in the wall crumble from consistent collisions
multiple multi universal infinite possibility and potential
no collateral molecular decay
shelf life is parabolic
stare at knowledge of all that lives composites
compositions and deconstruction
but the beauty of death is the gift of life
quasars, stars, mars, so far to go
the quantum mechanics to the parts and whole
golden ratios and sections
unification theory
wholistic
the dot
the live
the circle
the center
the angle
universal expansion, the no end, no beginning extending
11 dimension bending continuems like experiments
brief belief suspension
outside the confines of what is thought to be space and time
Chronus consumes his children so get ready to stand in land
man i got a lot on my mind
like wormholes, quantum leaps, leap of faith
i seek stars like Neil Degrasse Tyson, the brain is simply a physical organ so it is hard to keep my place
my mind is floating in the milky way
lost deep in space

we all came from the one, singularity
the one atom
the one cell
but where did that one come from
where will this one being of energy go when its done i was made to only be here temporarily
in only this one time and space
the black holes and big bang make my mind race in place
till the day i lay in graves
yeah its hard to say
but one day i'll passaway
remember my face
another molecule expanding in the universe of time and space at a rapid rate
they say we're carbon based
.....

Singularity -  poem by Chris Carr and improv guitar by Grant Glidden

--DON’T DANCE WITH THE DEAD-
Don’t dance with the dead
Let the deceased rest 
And sleep in peace
Don’t disturb the deep rest and decrepit


Don't dance with the dead 
Let the deceased and decrepit 
Rest peacefully
Silence the voices that echo 
Don't  drag the corpses behind you in a trail of ragged clothing, bare bones, hair and hollow teeth

Bury the legends 
Cremate the gods
Leave the carcasses of your children for the animals to devour 
By all means Show reverence  
With joy and unbridled merriment Sing for the dead
Write poetry and literature, for that which you remember 
Consecrate the covenant 
But don't dance with the dead
Don't do them that disservice
Don't let your fear and your attachment to an idea
Of what was once A fainting dream 
Inhibit your progression
Don't succumb to the  patron saints of
 anxiety
Wait, breathe, 
Accept The separation 
Devalue Attachment
Learn to live without
Exorcise the need for comfort
And In time you will find true Companionship

Sing for the dead
Write poetry and literature, for that which you remember 
But don't dance with the deceased
Let them rest peacefully

It will be hard but 
 Allow them respite 
Let them slumber
Let them finally be away from the pain
Away from the anger 
  away from the noise
Away from the confusion 
Let them enjoy the silence, the tranquility of immobile permanence 
Let then bathe in Solace
You may choose not to heed my warning but don't dismiss my truth
For if you dance with the dead long enough they will begin to crave your life
Your spirit,
Your energy
  they will become restless
Fidgety. 
They will want more 
They will clamber for your station 
Their jealousy and envy will become their masters and 
Your dances will become prolonged, processions  and more and more personal 
Purgatorial  
The  short, sweet, waltzes will begin to turn into an extended slow dance with one hand on the waist and the other hand on neck 
You Enraptured by the music 
But you will no longer lead
You will stare into dead eyes and become transfixed
And thus the transition begins
...As the dead you dance with seek what you have in life, you will also find your self slowly seduced by the sedentary, simultaneously losing love of the present 
and only seeing beauty in the past
Only finding courage and comfort in the dead bodies you dance with
The cherished cadavers
That you carry around like rag dolls
The bodies that are no longer supple and vivacious
No
They are dry and barren
 withered
Fragile,  yet somehow indestructible, eternal, magical 
The tradition and habituation is the mummy you drag, constantly looking back, can't let go of 
your reflection upon a past time that never actually happened 
You should sing
You should pour libations 
You should move forward
But instead you will remain tethered being careful to I preserve what has been dead for thousands of years 
Dead the second it was born into being 
yet you exalt it
Worship and dance with the corpses of nostalgia and become hypnotized 
Immobilized and paralyzed 
Repeating the same steps ad infinitum 
You will become the apparition
You will be the specter captive 
Only the partial remains of the person you were supposed to be,  forever awaiting a partner 
..forever alone

Sing for the dead
Write poetry and literature, for that which you remember 
But don't dance with the dead
Let the deceased and decrepit finally rest in peace 
Let them go

Dont Dance With the Dead - poem by Chris Carr and Imrpov guitar by Grant Glidden

WHAT’S GOING ON - a poem about mass incarceration ..

What's going on is my brothers are getting shot down while they stand weaponless with their hands up and the cops face no punishment.
What's going on is the militarization and privatization of cities and state and a lack of oversight from elected and appointed officials of the government
has me asking who is running this country without covenant.
What's going on is my brothers and sisters are getting locked down in a prison industrial complex that is more profitable than gold trading..
So they need to close the cases and entrap humans that once ran in open spaces.
simultaneously public education is eroding.
Remember that servitude is included in the constitution as well as slave trading.
You say or claim my aim is Race baiting..nah ,my mind is racing
What's going on
incarceration rate is running rampant
What's happening is men with guns run the planet
What's happening is that my friends have no one to save them from themselves going mad like Macbeth and hamlet
What's going on is I use my voice instead of a paint brush pigment and canvass.
what’s going on is a continuation of all that ever was and all that ever will..
what ..
be.

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