Sir Boltagon

ramonvillalobos: I asked twitter for a character to draw while...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 03:02:18 -0400

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...

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 01:01:42 -0500

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: plummeroriginal track found at...

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 22:55:42 -0500

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I’m writing on a touchscreen with outdated OS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,...

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 19:46:55 -0500

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:...

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 01:15:00 -0400

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...

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 18:09:44 -0400

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

Handbells/Kaossilator duet all done by Sir...

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 20:37:09 -0400

Handbells/Kaossilator duet all done by Sir Boltagon.

sirboltagon@hotmail.com

“Gentlemen, Start Your Election Year” by boltagrain...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 14:24:52 -0400

“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.

www.rivalwife.com

sirboltagon@hotmail.com

grainaxe@gmail.com

“Fetch it Yrself” by Sir Boltagon. lo-fi something...

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 23:58:15 -0400

“Fetch it Yrself” by Sir Boltagon.

lo-fi something something hip hop.

www.rivalwife.com

“Fascist” originally by the minutemen,...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 09:29:08 -0400

“Fascist” originally by the minutemen, re-purposed/re-created by Boltagon (bass/vocals) and grainaxe (beat)

“Except When We Joke” by Sir Boltagon from the album...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 09:25:12 -0400

“Except When We Joke” by Sir Boltagon

from the album “End Times Puppet Show” ( www.rivalwife.com )

beat by grainaxe

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“I’d rather be Fat Freddy’s Cat than Greg Feely’s”

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“Deep sixed like Frank Miller’s All-Star Robin would do; crushing your larynx with these bad karate moves”

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“Before you need an emergency tracheotomy you’d better get a pen knife and a soda straw that’s clean!”

“Deep Six” originally by Big Black,...

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 21:25:58 -0400

“Deep Six” originally by Big Black, re-purposed/re-created by Boltagon (bass/vocals) and gainaxe (beat)

Kool Aid: music by Boltagon, words are Joe Casey sampled from...

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 16:49:00 -0400

Kool Aid: music by Boltagon, words are Joe Casey sampled from iFanboy’s Talksplode podcast.

http://www.manofaction.tv/

http://ifanboy.com/

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=drink+the+kool-aid

“Death O’ the Code I” by Sir Boltagon Samples...

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:43:00 -0400

“Death O’ the Code I” by Sir Boltagon

Samples are of Douglas Rushkoff

“Death O’ the Code II” by Sir Boltagon samples...

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 01:41:00 -0400

“Death O’ the Code II” by Sir Boltagon

samples are of Douglas Rushkoff.

Little sampling of some unreleased boltagon songs from the...

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 23:14:00 -0400

Little sampling of some unreleased boltagon songs from the never-actually-completed fourth album.
That’s not entirely true, they can be found at www.rivalwife.com as “the unreleased bolta4 recordings”
“Who wouldn’t want a montage of themselves getting dressed to a heavy syrup hip hop beat; buttoned up so neat as if to say all you’ve seen and jump into the street?
Getting dressed to die every day, give the EMS buttons to regret losing, with the irony being that you’ve worn the t-shirt and hoodie on your picture ID.
And I wrote this standing up in a nice shirt with buttons untucked on the eve of Christmas Eve…and I’m working three funerals.
………
…when Jesus comes we’re giving up the gun!
You’re carving sticks: to stab, to sell, into the hearts of fear for faith and holding back every path fully rather subscribed abstracted attacked the lesser halves imagination collapsed bullet point bully cop and an effortless eyelash/so take wing, idea please, anything stings if you dig no mammal to acquire a wild world such things happen and we’re just hosts to stuff and never growing up; common sense ? fault line and the builders struggle with the alpha meeting….
….and the heavens opened and God said…
(this part is a remix of a grainaxe song (http://rivalwife.bandcamp.com/track/concreteart-2)…I’m proud of you, Jesus!
…immersed in happy accidents, breathing like a well-bred spent, empty that environment and win, win, win! taking the truth and passing past pumping blood’s accumulated ???

Someone stole the song from your throat!
Aren’t you fucking pissed they stole the stole the song from your throat?!

“Both Our Needs” …everything by Sir...

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 20:47:38 -0400

“Both Our Needs” …everything by Sir Boltagon

lyrics:

Ipso facto, dude, do you want to please her?
then you better speak smooth like Garrison Keillor
speak softly but carry a big tune
rock like the monsoon
when it’s time, dude, take cover and pray!

ancestral deities that were never taught to me, obscure like Matisse, may they all rest in peace.
Fast Food Fanatics of America, align! We’re all gonna die sometime so quit whining
is this your fat American ass cutting in one more line or part of God’s great design?

come to think of it, that’s rude; I’ll chalk it up to the heat,
that’s also the reason I burnt down all the trees and disposed of your SUV; to satisfy both our needs.

All music/words by Boltagon. Game Boy Advance samples...

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 12:48:00 -0400

All music/words by Boltagon. Game Boy Advance samples (Castlevania) provided by Boltagon

words:

We’re losing the battle to the concrete slab; the parking lots and buildings we don’t need but have

And after that there we no more jokes!

Tied to the trees by the air that we breathe!

Our society pledged allegiance to sleaze

Momma Nature’s on her knees and she’s begging you,

“please, pay attention to what you need!”

‘Cause there’s treasure in the earth; there’s treasure in the ground, we’re breaking up the soil and puttin’ it in mounds. I’ll tell you once again when you ignorance drowns out, “We don’t need no stinkin’ town!”

Living the wild life evidenced by the skyline

Sight only at night

Die high for the bylines

What can I say but man’s right was wasn’t the Manifest Destiny doctrine but the secession of pain

Losing all this energy

Faking ?? entropy ?? while the stars shine bright:

Two of every kind, bird, feathers, and leather, any other way than your would be better!

“John Hagee is a Liar!/Shut the Fuck Up, Tony...

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 04:25:00 -0400

“John Hagee is a Liar!/Shut the Fuck Up, Tony Perkins!” music/words by Sir Boltagon

The narrative is a bit out of my comfort zone, but pointing out the lies of John Hagee comes as natural as breathing.

John Hagee wouldn’t know Jesus Christ if He died for his sins.

comments? sirboltagon@hotmail.com

libel? only if it’s false.

lyrics:

welcome to your schooling,
James Dobson, I’m talking to you,
John Hagee, sit up straight,
Rick Warren, you too
We’ll start with Sodom and Gammorah
What they did and didn’t do
They wanted to violate some out-of-town guests
They weren’t trying to date them and adopt some kids
A “sodomite” is one who makes the outsider feel unwelcome
I hope you’re listening Pat Robertson, ‘cause you could learn something.
Jesus said their sin was lack of hospitality
and if you need a second opinion then Ezekiel says the same thing
So if Jesus didn’t say the sin of Sodom was gays,
Then shut the fuck up, John Hagee!

Next up, Leviticus
why should I bother?
It’s a whole book of laws, which none of you follow
it says you gotta be nice to the foreign, stone Mormons, and sprinkle blood on the alter horn for failing the Lord
strict rules for this shit, a whole ritual with blood
are you listening Ted Haggard? Motherfucker! Wake up!
If you didn’t burn a sin offering to earn back someone’s trust
digging out its guts in penance for getting busted
if you didn’t burn it on a fire in the camp where they throw ashes
Then shut the fuck up, Ted Haggard!

Check out this bitching trick I’m about to pull off
I take care of the Epistles all in one shot
but you gotta wear your big boy pants, Tony Perkins,
you can either sit outside with Jim Baker or learn something
this is a game called “not a childish theology”
where we take historical context as key
to read through centuries of conceptual revolution
limits of language, self-awareness, and the currency used
but if you’re just gonna play in the literalists’ kiddie pool
then shut the fuck up, Tony Perkins

are we done with this shit, you blasphemous money whores?
it’s time to reform, you serial adulterers
gays don’t cause a single thing you claim you’re the only threat to your marriage in play.
Don’t blame it on women or reproductive rights; hurricanes aren’t punishment from God, that’s a lie!
John Hagee the liar!
The lying fucking liar!
He just lies about Jesus all the motherfucking time
Can’t think of a reason I’d go a day without saying
“Shut the fuck up, John Hagee!”

“John Hagee is a Liar/Fuck You, Tony Perkins” by Sir...

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 00:26:37 -0400

“John Hagee is a Liar/Fuck You, Tony Perkins” by Sir Boltagon, music by Sir Boltagon. Fuck you, Hagee. Fuck you, Perkins. All you do is lie. You don’t speak for Jesus, so fuck off with your bullshit, motherfucker.

(Hey, if they don’t have to make a logical argument for anything, then neither do I in regards to these assholes)

We’ve all run our mouth from time to time, it’s just that not all of us open our mouths to blame hurricanes on gay pride parades.

Who wants to make a video?