Music by Brother Voodoo
https://soundcloud.com/bvoodoo
Words by Sir Boltagon

stuck the history books on the hard drive in the attic
disconnected from our present to the lessons that a dollar isn't equal to investment or a gold standard extant...
propaganda heavy handed, but Mary Poppins taught us that a banker is bandit
and they'll chase you down the street just to leave you empty-handed
That's the Bank of America brand identity: illegally kicking families to the street


They built a system to propagate poverty.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

Hands in our coffers, and repeat til depleted.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

Privately-owned prisons profitting from slavery.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

dibs on the daughters of the less-than-me.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

God doesn't trust in our currency, either.
It's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

you'll only ever get rich spiritually.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

you're out of options, like a test complete.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

Wall Street is just synonymous with terrorists and thieves.
it's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt


Now you're free, as far as knowing goes, but we're still caught in the throws, the bottom line gets all the votes, and everything is sponsored by a negative aura, we can't afford to be heard because money is  free speech says the Supreme Court in a ruling devoid a citizens' perspective, they trademark our pronouns to buy out elections

Citizens United beat the FEC.
It's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

They broke the market just to buy shit they don't need (with their psychopathic greed).
It's not a dollar, it's a debt receipt

20 dead kids equals record-breaking profits, stockholders applaud empty gun shelves at Wal-Mart
dividend payouts more than funeral plots
everyone got angry but we soon forgot
Ted Nugent flapped his lips and the news paid attention like his words are worth more than the shithead that spit them
He's an unfunny, rabid, Yosemite Sam
Real talk: The Nuge dodged the draft by shitting in his pants

Wall Street gettin' burned by Senator Warren
Owning punk-ass bankers who scream "too-big-to-hurt-me!"
But I'd rather waterboard 'em on the morning news and have 'em drawn and quartered by the afternoon reporting live from Youtube
Changing my stage name to MC Karl Rove 'cause I'm glorifying torture with a Texas zip code
I'm not as fucking rich, or got that war crime score so send your cease-and-desist to my court-ordered lawyer


It's Not a Dollar (it's a debt receipt) ...music by Brother Voodoo

Words by Sir Boltagon
Music/Recording/Mix by Brother Voodoo
Sir Boltagon + Brother Voodoo = Octavius Savage

petition God for a bitchin' bod
nix distance with a pensive hemp residual cough
heroes in a hammock or confessing without answers
vague implants commanding nanny pantsuit
dandy land booms many man who offer opportune product line
you wanna fistfight everything alive, act righteous or violent,
get with the times, man, it's post-post modern,
jammin' "Tuff Ghost" from the Unicorns' vinyl,
I'm digging Ditko in a ROM Annual
not be a dickhole like I'm Rahm Emanuel
In a pickle like a cucumber seed,
the billfold's bereft of green, and living on the cheap

they market bulletproof shit for kids; cynical businessmen
living in limo tint; invested in ignorance
they want to waterboard immigrants
and rise up with vigilance
against imagined enemies
they don't know light bends

your candidate got caught mouthing off with his pants down
his loyalties proved to only be whining and white power
Fox News fucks views of myopic America
pop their balloons and they'll crash in a fit of hysteria
they don't know light bends, don't know the righteous enlightenment
knowledge that airplanes are only held up by science
but Science fails and robots kill from sea to shining sea
if you didn't know: it takes a hammer to kill RFIDs

Senator Ted Cruz grinding Wayne LaPierre's lap
But he can only get it up watching Full Metal Jacket
the gun lobby's deep pockets ain't the least bit sorry
for any heartache caused by Bushmaster ARs,

carte blanche for car bombs, arms race on school grounds 
they doesn't know light bends, or that there's cameras around

gravity's a thug who pulls particles of space
in ego-centric "me, me, me" always in constant rotation
debasement goes apeshit, haters late on their payment,
painting everyone in corners or crosshairs like NRA
the embarrassed heirs parade hits eight blockades of diss lanes,
my pissed pace mired beside myself for hire

every class song should be Destiny's Child's "Survivor"
Unless that's not the case, then walk the stage sobbing to silence
paranoid hobbyists got deadly fetish objects,
they should just read comic books or write in a diary

they market bulletproof shit for kids; cynical businessmen
living in limo tint; invested in ignorance
they want to waterboard immigrants
and rise up with vigilance
against imagined enemies
they don't know light bends


Light Bends/Guns Kill

from The La Playa recordings.
All music by a kaossilator.
Samples are of Douglas Rushkoff (https://twitter.com/rushkoff)
and Paul Krassner, maybe...I'm pretty sure that's Paul Krassner
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All Songs Aside (sampling Douglas Rushkoff)

Joe Plummer (soundcloud.com/joe-plummer) (music) + Sir Boltagon (words)

this may be the longest solo spit I've written so far.
onwards to the next!

original instrumental track found here:
soundcloud.com/joe-plummer/due-to-rain

words:
don't wanna be Mammon's sales rap
He stiffs you on the royalty check
Ordered all the cels erased
despite history's objection;
metrics in numberland

steppin' post-internet soon
written with a cartoon hue
the future looks stretched and skewed
getting dopamine fixes from updates, news,
and the phantom ring muse

some synapse still stuck at point A
rewiring a coded campaign
meanwhile devalued ideas
wreck into the atmosphere
steering common interests
in a biased domain

echoes do the feedback loop
bets are off between these two
blotting to the wolves
sculpting furnaces first
unearthing the walls carted off brick by ruin
 
what's basically windows and words
famously opined and perverse
eventually dissension minds to subserve
the divinely diverse and any untimely worth 

no limousine, I'm iffy on the ambulance
discovery or dismantling
indifference to offensive inventions
routine suspicion
descriptive beginnings
preventing redemption

disguised by the common roots
living in the would-be ruins
the mountains do the lateral blast boom
as seen in documentaries and history books

the scientist cells propel jets
defying the Quietist self-set
beside the rightly refined gentrified
confide in drying ink
way beyond their own reach

compounded in space, gutter space
the net generation, unearthing a birth race
surrounded by acreage and paychecks
on occasion
misnomered group-thinking or quality page hits

not gonna partake in the rudeness of whosit
or yelling homophobic slurs in my music
gonna try and be a conscious consumer
and drive abiding by the Golden Rule, yeah

we've fished the shallow pool dry
now just left with the basic supplies
building up for available space
taking trades, and profiling skills
into a video game of rules and lathes

soundtracking subplots and distractions
waterproof survivalist matches
amassing a stash of grave actors in syntax
with businessmen acumen and apropos action

crooks con inert count offs
shook to fake a journalist sound soft
missed the industrial age by microchips and change
inflation adjusted for procrastination
without answers ringing from a station pilot 
from the order of mighty simplicity and silence
overlooking the past tense patience
behold the look of beyond reservations
better take up your space
and get a good page rate
touch down into limited gravity
"mission accomplished" last is the strategy
results do their thing and it may all end happily

in the simplest terms on the table
the left is blind to right brain
like the cone of silence mindset
nothing new except the lighting changed
dime-a-dozen Fleischer's in the public domain

did the nuance in synch with the sun
sleep cycles are come and go
meanwhile we table read the honest assumption,
answers are one thing, but gossip is fun sin

every dollar inch of minutes spent in attitude adjustment
due to something dysfunctional
running redundant
encumbered and done for
unmastered in color
in line for the most improved
keeps saying in the common use
extinction yet to set in
devouring the scenery and planting machines
and now we're numb to the phantom ring
 
incumbent errata en route
defunded detritus follows suit
enraging the already angry parallel self
to play the truer-type empathetic human acute

complaints did nothing but trouble
so say the hand-me-down subtle shot
caller in the danger room
hijacking subplots
minded the daily news
to rake in the chaos

all allowed to draw doors to width
talk about the sound source
begin with the waves and the particles paved
superstition and the periodic table
loose event and rocket sales  

rotation sold to the patent office
most impatient stock synopsis
gotta top the previous flawless
depleting deposits
between easy and honest
neat and pocketed

willing caustic cross-stich
making up names
playing bitter betwixter
been there with a parking spot

compounded in space, gutter space
the net generation, unearthing a birth race
surrounded by acreage and paychecks
on occasion
misnomered group-thinking or quality page hits

not gonna partake in the rudeness of whosit
or yelling homophobic slurs in my music
gonna try and be a conscious consumer
and drive abiding by the Golden Rule, yeah

recommending electrons promoted
color spectrum dissected and sold
blaming civil engineers for mistakes of their elders
and new bold-type bank notes been outvoted

we got it, we lost to synthetics
off in the sunken self-esteem bereft
desperation hanging in the pages for payment
easier done than complain

distorted installation
great a crescent crater
never now or later in the lifetime relatable
blame it on the climate change
so says the sunburnt pages

deftly magnified in a scheduled dive
archiving Dionysus
for ache's sake
that pang of past meets depression
debilitating life lessons
irregular shapes
 
rebranding and damning auto-correct
robotic positive mood shift
composite occupant movement
not well-modeled in newsprint

got the diagrams to prove this
and cricket doing his thing as my ambient music
disarming the deceased
pleased to meet the special features
and a team-up themed weekly

back to clever slapstick
last of the unstuck standards
letters in chariot

you need something to blame
you need a reason to wait
it's due to rain

Due to Rain (DJ Joe Plummer & Sir Boltagon)

music by DJ Joe Plummer(soundcloud.com/joe-plummer) and words by Sir Boltagon(soundcloud.com/sirboltagon)

words:
hunters gunning for the understudy sub a done-in-one-ish monthly running unto duck and cover loving lucky dollar font grubby greed no built-in stop past tense, please, you carry on and set the sun counterfeit second print an hour = nothing spent
tying down impossibility to one earth engine anchors dispersed on welling gravity inert light bends in a disciplined direction double down in a dividend dissection listing epics best unmentioned on the banks of imaginary ends interactive attention spans episode spent digging at the "Best of" blend format function pause all cheering up number one caught a part beholden to affix the open lonely such a stretch can't reflect the history of distance in summation speculation does the dizzy-drop out-issue dozens feedback adjacent to unheard of frozen in matter-of-fact attack mode hip to the trip trough time like (Steve) Gerber  magnified for all defensive purpose

Get It (DJ Joe Plummer-musc & Sir Boltagon-words)

notes:
1) I mixed this in garageband, and the tracks are so stacked and numerous that garageband keeps crashing whenever I try to adjust anything in the mix, so it's a rough take, to my ears, and it's gonna have to stay that way
2) The sample at the beginning (and the end, if you stick around) is from "A Midsummer's Nice Dream" episode of the Simpsons guest-starring Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong.
3) The beat was a pretty generic beat from a dude who used the generic moniker of "Beat Makers" so I can't find him online to link to him. I roughed the beat up a bit, did some creative cutting to make it killer, but it's still not properly mixed (see note 1)
lyrics:
the wait and the distance are a thing of the past it's instant connection and consumption at last crosscutting epic dead weight plot holes step in present headspace dropping nicknames in the past-tense hatching scratch and dent procrastination the adventures of the water-boarding vice principal phd inventive with an overbearing weakened self-esteem gaudy half-hearted doubtless imparted brought the party to honor roll anomaly  in harmony disarming scenes alarming needs by dollar or deed on to histories cronies killed in the cold open tension & thirds pace inches and worse stories of the spy; all lies promotion from the mighty roots enemies in the loop last question of the lightning round: who's in the lead?

Back with another overpriced radiation chart
Benevolent puppet master
King of commercial breaks

Unlike episode providence as depicted in newsprint or allotted for clandestine intervention mad at backwards patters/systematic distractions life cycle burnt out buzzwords cashed in the corpse 
best of flight design and where it got us painstaking irrelevancy these sculpted child soldiers don't load the front end with jokes not buying this power set next up television's greatest hits and the silhouette test (King of Commercial Breaks)

Back with another overpriced radiation chart
Bartering bothers banks and healthy bothers big pharma
Back with another overpriced radiation chart
Bartering bothers banks and healthy bothers big pharma

luck of the rocket fuel
powering lost and loose 
worried the mastermind
defining our common roots
canceling cavalcade
edit took it down a peg
shot a shark for ratings in this deja vu sponsor break
this recent invention of our impassion-ate static battling panic and our able aesthetic instant unrest feeding on distractions sweatshops and bloodmines for minerals in tech it's costing us a fortune but the value's alright touch screens versus human life let the market decide and we calm our selves and turn our heads and play like it's fiction 'cause their internet's censored and we can't hear them bitching

Back with another overpriced radiation chart
Benevolent puppet master
King of commercial breaks
Back with another overpriced radiation chart
Bartering bothers banks and healthy bothers big pharma

what happens when our over-infographics outlast us, owning passion to past tense, cloning classics and matching, emphatic accent enhancement, acting planting and damaged in the "can't or can" standing of these deviant middlemen

Bartering Bothers Banks

words: boltagon, music: plummer
original track found at soundcloud.com/joe-plummer

lyrics:
"Cloud crashed!"
add that to your lexicon
pantheon goner spiral bound and branded hexed the home
compulsively over-internetting
incensed at light speed trend setting
and temporary everything

A lost cause doing it's best
like Foxconn suicide nets
a pox on the future of tech
all us dudes and dudettes got bloody silicon chips

In a nanosecond: new panoramic view
extant nesting stress-sick decompressed kids glued to Tiny Toons
saved by the parody laws
and Cheech and Chong's charity bongs

A lost cause doing it's best
like Foxconn suicide nets
a pox on the future of tech
all us dudes and dudettes got bloody silicon chips
hold your applause, I'm also guilty of this
I'm writing on a touchscreen with outdated OS
Can't complain or profess, or abstain from this mess
Pushing sweatshop free peer pressure on our web etiquette

A lost cause doing it's best
like Foxconn suicide nets
a pox on the future of tech
all us dudes and dudettes got bloody silicon chips

acting out, all you attention hogs
I knew you so briefly, you dead soap dog
Beneath me are my downstairs neighbors interrupting Harpo Marx
counting down the hours until occupations queue to march



Toy Eulogy (Sir Boltagon & DJ Joe Plummer)

Full version coming out next month, followed by an explosion of Octavius Savage material. You heard it here first!
lyrics:
get with the times, man, it's post-post modern,
jammin' "Tuff Ghost" from the Unicorns' vinyl,
I'm digging Ditko in a ROM Annual
not be a dickhole like I'm Rahm Emmanuel
In a pickle like a cucumber seed,
the billfold's bereft of green,
and living on the cheap

they market bulletproof shit for kids; cynical businessmen
living in limo tint; invested in ignorance
they want to waterboard immigrants
and rise up with vigilance
against imagined enemies
they don't know light bends

"Light Bends/Guns Kill" sample by Octavius Savage

"Sure, there are times when one cries with acidity, "What are the limits of human stupidity" -Conan Doyle (from To An Undiscerning Critic)
"The wait and the distance are a thing of the past" -Boltagon (from Bartering Bothers Banks)
"Get your patience entangled with tech and unable to parse permanent and self-sustaining from bullshit inanity, you need direction and clarity to marry awareness and enduring. It ain't an either/or thing it's a journey" -Boltagon (from Anne Frank Welker)
"Hold on to your patience, you're gonna need it where we're going" -Boltagon (from No Bullet if By Silver Moon/Werewolves)
Sir Boltagon is a rapper based in San Antonio. People at shows tell him that he reminds them of Aesop Rock, Doseone, and Grand Buffet; some people don't really think he makes rap.
He likes the term "psychedlic hip-hop" but everyone makes a weird face at the mere mention of it. "Lyrical gymnastics" is cliche at this point, how about "syntax gymnastics"? Scientist rap? The crowd always bobs their heads, laughs at the jokes in the songs, and leaves with some new seed of an idea in their head. They ask who makes the beats, and the answer is GRAINAXE. and "beats" isn't the best term for what GRAINAXE. does, it's more like proto-metal electo-noise post-hop, something along those lines (heavy on the noise). Sonic Youth broke up(?) so we gotta kick up the noise as best as we can.

Sir Boltagon is also one half of RIVAL WIFE!, the weird-science hip-hop duo from Texas and Canada. As part of RIVAL WIFE! Sir Boltagon has opened for Busdriver, Abstract Rude, Neil Hamburger, the Kottenmouth Kings (it was a favor...no one told us there would be Juggalos there) and toured Texas with Joe Jack Talcum (of The Dead Milkmen) and the Bassturd in a Ford Taurus.
Sir Boltagon has played at and appeard on Ghostpizza's Night School, the Ghostpizza SXSW show in 2011, WOAI.com's "In the Garage," and has been interviewed on the Good Job Texas radio show where we debuted new tracks and were told not to swear at every commercial break.
contact email: sirboltagon@hotmail.com