I asked twitter for a character to draw while I ate some dinner (sausage link and tater tots) and watched a rap battle (Daylyt vs Interstate Fatz). I was given Black Bolt which is cool because I’ve never drawn him and he looks cool. Plus his like real name is Blackagar Boltagon. That’s too rad.
my namesake, motherfuckers!
voice = weapon.
This is from my new project/band called Octavius Savage (one of my ancestors from way back when people had names like Octavius Savage).
I’m really proud of working a ROM Annual/Rahm Emanuel rhyme, I’m not super proud about rhyming “Ditko” with “dickhole” but I don’t actually called Ditko a dickhole, so it’s cool, right?
Octavius Savage tumblr up soon. Full songs forthcoming. Tell your friends. Sir Boltagon burns the fucking house down.
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I’m writing on a touchscreen with outdated OS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
words by Sir Boltagon, music originally by BeatMakers, roughed-up and re-mixed by Boltagon
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
DJ Joe Plummer and Sir Boltagon “Get It”
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
DJ Joe Plummer & Sir Boltagon: Due to Rain
original beat track: http://soundcloud.com/sirboltagon/due-to-rain-dj-joe-plummer-sir
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
“Gentlemen, Start Your Election Year” by boltagrain (pre-RIVAL WIFE! grainaxe/boltagon collaboration from way back when)
live instruments and words by grainaxe and boltagon, chair-throwing by boltagon.
sirboltagon@hotmail.com
grainaxe@gmail.com
