electric co.

            These appliances will never work again,
they were used by idiots.
                          A mechanism snaps savagely
at every coin in slot.
The carpet is so rusty
                        these sailors eat scarabs in the corners.
A face will never make it in this blur.
These phantoms breathe the stench of sweat.
                         If someting should explode
some eyes will surely narrow,
                         perhaps an eyebrow raise.
                                                           Trace amounts.
Eating from the trash again,
              the taste is unfamiliar.
These tabletops are uncomfortable company.
A poison lingers in the putrid air.
                           The glue is toxic.
The tounges become numb.
The wiring will burn this place to cinders.
                             Lightning switch electrocution.
Deathrow duckout.
Timeline terror tone.
             When the money is charged
the carpets are rolled out.
              Everything hums and buzzes.
              Crimewaves break like the heat.
They sharpen like lazers.
The keys work correctly.
Every glass eye shifts momentarily,
              gawking at an ancient give and take.
Weeping tears of irritation,
blinded by the smoke of grinding gears.
No question to pose.
         No answer to give.
When coins ring hollow
         broken bells become headaches.
Every mother shudders.
          Houses creak.
          Cabins catch fevers.
                          Some will even rot to death.


-n9

i was feeling pre-post experimental last night and conjured up this little heat-stroke fever dream..... i let it play on repeat during my REM sleep and had very graphic nightmares....
set in the south..... weird..... might be evil....
oh and its not finished......
-9SON

4-21-09         3:20 pm
in keeping with my filthy habit of putting music up before it's even finished i give you FIREBUG this just might be one for the scrapheap..... i've seen so-so tracks transmogrified into masterpieces with a little hard work though.... we'll see.... this little bastard certainly needs something.... hmmm......
-r

4-21-09      7:41 pm
....there we go i think it's close to finished.... it just needed to be more paranoid....
-r.

yeah that beat was fairly monotone so i tried to flip it a lttle bit,,, i think it sounds a bit better.... almost done....

i maked a beat.... no moniters so it probably sounds like shit... but it's a start....
-n9

for some reason i keep returning to these old files.... i think they have some value.... it sounds like the soundtrack to a steampunk novel set in turn of the century atlantis...
i wrote all these in pttsburgh years ago when i was still learning.... JVS might have had a hand in a few things, i can't remember......

I have decided to put Son of None on ice untill next spring...... with only one release and one album ready to go I'm sure our legions of adoring fans will be out for our blood..... or not. In the meantime, folk out on mars with some old school lo-fi meloncholy..... my friend tells me that fourtracks are back in vogue....woohoo for me... that means i can continue being broke and undiscovered in style........ this album isn't new but alot of folks haven't heard it....... SON will be back in effect with a fucked up noise release on SCATOLOGICAL LIBERATION FRONT records sometime early next year..... In the next few days I'll probably post some new HIP HOP beats (as if anyones listening) thanks....
-Noah Nine

i recently came across these old ass tracks from back when joy and me were mad strung out,

enjoy

nn

AUGUST 8th AND 9th
HARSH FEST
featuring live performances by :

Syphilis Sauna
7718
100PIECES
Ampetamine Virus
In The Age Of Terminal Static
Cursed Chimera
noise therapy
Ground Tissues

Sporadik
Aleph Null
Two Playa Game (Sacramento)Wyatt Gurp (SF), Blipvert (SF) Covox
(Stockholm Sweden)

Friday at the Hanta House, Saturday at the Mars Bar

i wrote this poem(?) after methfest with those little refrigerator poetry magnets

 

                                           we're lunch

  

   you are madness as you near my

gifts

    show me

              your smooth bare legs

heave your chained and sordid wax

              delerious from frantic need

              i don't love your iron shine of sweat

lathered like a false skin

slathered in the joy of bloodsucking scum

these horrid lies do swim away with gorgeous success

             & i am creaturing my will to manipulate matter

watch as i discover an emmense power

vision unleashing a measureless dream

it will incubate the luxurious garden

                              & leave a vulgar paradise

(your delicate companion nuzzles her solitary cocktail)

"How do we celebrate, Vixen?"

                        Underneath the summer lake?

she must lust for sweet death tonight

a ridiculous drunk on bitter juice

                 "please sleep like a thousand lazy goddesses"

they whisper in shadow tounges

& elaborate winter languages

                                     a symphony so subtle

they leave my shallow words wanting for color

-----------NoahNine

pretty artsy fartsy i admit but it was very very very late at night.