Thursday, October 28, 2010

stoutxtc - this is house vol 2

Stout XTC- My Gift 2 U: This. IS House v.2 by stoutxtc

Friday, October 22, 2010

genius for hire by derek william carney

Genius for hire.


I'm workin' the darkened basement

Crossin' your adjacent cranial wires

makin' sure you're complacent

I'm lurkin'- I'm your shadowy assailant

settin' fires of spit sprays sparkin' your amazement

A mental arsonist, I blaze your skull for days

you doubt? Go check the x-rays 'cuz the stakes just been raised

so allow me to rephrase- My forte’s to say the same thing in arrays of n to the x ways

and cause a paradigm shift in your deep beliefs and mores

without anymore delays your dreams shatter

Your crisp-to-the-core thoughts scatter

you might dub thee a hater, but hey...

at a later date I may edit the former and someday re-word the latter

someone please ask the peanut gallery to cut the chatter

the score's still square root of a negative one to null

Don’tcha know? I’m purely vaguely paradoxical

like only a mad hatter would know

how dangerous and toxic my spray is

to all them fake pimps and playas

like frog venom- I poison pen 'em

Punk em like Ashton Kutcher

or chop em like that butcher on the Brady Bunch

that I'm thinkin' was banging Alice during lunch,

It’s just a guess, just a hunch... or maybe a fallacy,

I’m drinkin’ from the chalice, see,

of knowledge passed on from wise ones without shapes

through audio pathways of vinyl, mics, and mixtapes.

Burn baby burnt bras and silly disco pyre,

bookburned like a four fifty one fire:

a future bleak, dark, broken, and dire.

May I speak out of turn, sire?

Is there anyone out there

with an original thought to share?

or oddly worse- does anyone even care?



Genius for hire.

What's this job require?




Governments hock wares to scar

they say pay to play and you'll make it far

make fake wars to scare us towards broke and bitter myspace and twitter

Current culture's a bad Three's Company joke

penned by John Ritter's babysitter

bartender, please, a Maker's and ginger...

on second thought, make it two...

"Do I think I'm beautiful?

Yeah, sure, I think pit bulls are beautiful, too."

Brad Pitt said it with charm,

thinkin' of gettin' a tatoo of my dog on my arm.

why do we etch our names into trees?

 so some future peep sees

our selfish decrees-

yo, retard- love's just a cheap greeting card

corporations got the people on their collective knees

CDs and .mp3s? Vinyl can't be found

the now is not so golden

then strung up thrown round worn out and olden

all sold outta this sound.

complacent with sickness seems an option available

chemical suit thickness power suits tailored

I prefer bell bottoms, flowers and a gun that shoots glitter,

big happy ice cream topped with a tiny atom splitter,

if you gotta get to the root of the matter

look closely- disregard the quantum chitter chatter,

carelessly curse it all and you lose-

carefully think about the irreversible words you choose

Always pay your dues-

look up an check the highwires for shoes...

might need to grab a ladder,

although in the end it doesn't matter,



difficult untruth sightin'

I'm through with might makin' right- it's sick,

so many blind minds jus'

fake the wait through tocks and ticks,

until the kind shit kicks- realize it binds us,

until the Devil finds us an' tries to sever

make sure you wrap up in four-leaf clever

while Chanel-poisoned Gaia sleeps

love keeps on happenin' battlin' creeps

cultural phenomenon zombie-bombin' on and on

drone drama-mad eyes alert to advert:

buy this phone in the coupon zone zone

zone out to the dolla ninty nine for a limited time bling tone

that you all alone can own...

words heard of sheep asleep for slaughterin'

diaspora creators deep in the tropics...

got more metaphors for debaters of gory topics

like who da guessed Vader's story'd end up so messed up?

scores of hater-consciousness rarely second guessed

honest mess all over existence- never forget you're blessed,

escape into the distance

is limited

businessmen are primitives with gold-covered staffs

the future is unstoppable riff raff

return to Eden is possible if enough people think past money stuff

oh, how it weighs heavy

activates microchips in our skin glowing-

wears me so thin- its showing-

broken thoughts like a levy

city slips sunken- drunken activists take up a

'cause I never knew until now that ya can't take it with you without you as this moment ages

and my anger rages

sticks out like two sore thumbed pages.

Grab hold of the NOW, make it greater than great,

Paint the Golden Gate pink,

and marker up the Empire State!



Genius for hire.

I'm simply here to inspire.



don't let hybernatin' creep in.

wait... deep in-side you, invisible- a sliver of creativity-

visual audible elemental indivisible like a pagan nativity

residual toothache dental in the mouth of Siddhartha's river...

it takes me drank a mental spitfull and makes me- shiver

me embers fire singe sings

go off on a truth binge- often wish I had wings

get high to pacify time right by

rhyme on a dime cuz rhythm is what math inherently brings

I bore me, sorely, surely mixed up "-isms" and metaphors

methinks too many teachers just low paid whores at their core

core cirriculum: the city is your textbook

think for yourself next look

all ways before you cross paths with destiny

the rest is just a keystroke to tap

to solve riddles of stay happy.

how labyrinths inside the mind slap

like a kickdrum and a clap

time slips right by me without a map.




Sooner or later everyone loses

can't wait for entropy then we'll see Federal Reserve men in nooses,

mop the mess with their cadavers which have very few uses,

and their logic's as logical as in Dr. Suess' cabooses,

in sign linguistics one never can say “f” equals “nine”

but to me that's “okay.”

Not math twisted dyslexic lexicon ripped from textbooks put away

slapped it on- cough cough

in repetitions on and off,

superstitions end draws nearer:

archaic lies stuck needles in eyes

lucky rabbit foot, broken mirror,

black cat lingers

under a ladder,

cross your fingers,

but to see, not your eyes,


it really doesn't matter to me what size:

Evil lives in lies.


The hare is surely quick,

this should come as no surprise, 

but let this turth stick-

at least the tortoise tries.

And if you're stumbling or fall

while walking life's path crumbling

dom't hesistate, don't stall-

Rise

onto tangents... indirection is relative,

Calculus is the universe's narrative,

remember this (it's imperative):

Mutation makes sure fascism fails

flipped

Diversity diversely works over-time scales

tipped.

So don't forget to fax this-

don't forget to send this-

to everyone you know on the x, y, and z axis,

'cuz this is how I end this:

You may think you got me- WRONG!

You may think you fired me,

But I certainly spit this to let you know-

I quit looooooong before you hired me.

assistance, please by paul stuart


Assistance, please (as of 10-22-10) by Paul Stuart

What is time taken,
if not to arise or awaken?
What happens next?

What is a righteous dare
or a noble hex?
A burden to bear?

Will you chase what you want?

What is happiness
except a still life?
A man alone,
on a mountaintop high
a calm puddle
an exceptional riddle
warmth like a womb
absence of excess?
Or abundance of substance to consume

What is love
but a tragic gift-
a great weight
or a surging uplift:
the best of all blessings
often found the hardest lesson
to learn...

And what of passion?
Soul energy exerted exterior
is lust insatiable-
a thirst quench incapable
power put forth
to do or destroy.

Hope can be a heavy rain
or flowers blooming
in the face of the Sun.

Flaws are real in this world
revealing loss-
simple dignities deferred.
We wear them like scars
on the faces of old dying lepers
falling apart proudly
in the knowledge of our hurt.

Perfection may be found
inside of this.
That is-
a square within can be round-
a circle three sixty
and angle so right.

Shape and structure
become judgment and order-
just chaos with borders.
The word infinity has an age.

Define “timeless.”
Be specific.

Shiftless.
Motion.
Quotient.
Never shall we know
what it is.

Real beauty
could simply be
a warm gentle breeze
blowing back
from below
the wings of an angel.



Courage is but faith finally found-
a call heeded.
A sound should be as sweet
as this
that resounds freedom's ring.

Power.
Control.
An ego driven mad,
compelled to manipulate,
to mutilate
a natural state;
a war waged
between a man
and his own hands-
wherever they may lay
be forever changed.

Cause is effect
is cause again.

Almost as if
the real bottom of it all
was our downfall.
Never-ending.
Upside down.
Is direction?
Could it really be?

What is life
is light and dark
must exist within each other.
Ever present symbiosis.
Opposites caught
in their persistence.

Your assistance, please... ?

Friday, October 15, 2010

justin hartman - chc october podcast mix

CHC | October podcast | Justin Hartman | Run Time : 1:01:59

01 - Confuzzled - Extrawelt - Ideal Audio
02 - Supersonic - Mark Henning - Clink
03 - Our Utopia - Ellen Allien - Bpitch Control
04 - In My Room - Heartthrob - Minus
05 - Room 2/Pan-Pot Rave Tool Remix - Slam - Ministry of Sound
06 - 842 - Omar Amo - BPerfect
07 - Buried Alive - Croon Inc - Rosopal Schallware
08 - Lincoln Road - Sebrok - Ideal Audio
09 - Ritual Del Fuego/Matias Rivero Remix - Mario QL - Wild Things Box
10 - This Is What U Need/Amir Remix - Namito Namtrak - Great Stuff
11 - Tunica Molesta - Libex, Marshall (aka Luigi Rocca) - 303 Lovers
12 - Get Low - Justin Martin - Dirty Bird