Algorhythms fans: I'm psyched to announce that we're reissuing our original EP from 2008! The updated album has been lovingly remastered by Walt Westinghouse of The NEKTones, includes four additional B-sides, and features beautiful new artwork by the amazing Dewey Decibel. Downloads and limited edition turquoise cassettes (with mini-posters!) will be coming your way on February 2nd.
"If we weren't here would there be UFOs here? I think the UFOs are definitely connected directly to us and we're only seeing what they want us to see, what we think we're seeing." - John Keel
It is true: EELRIJUE is finally ready for launch. This was an album we tinkered with for a long time -- then abruptly, we wiped the slate clean at the beginning of 2013 and built the final record from fever dream scratch. It is our best, strangest, tightest project to date. In another radical departure, we will not disappear for years after this release. We have several more choice pieces of ritual art to follow. Thank you for listening.
"It is becoming more and more obvious that it is not starvation, not microbes, not cancer, but man himself who is mankind’s greatest danger because he has no adequate protection against psychic epidemics, which are infinitely more devastating in their effect than the greatest natural catastrophes." - Carl Gustav
This was a Benediction we wrote for the Love Supreme Tour. We are sharing it now because there are new projects on the
way. Algorhythms is back.
yrics & vocals by Thirtyseven
beat & original artwork by Dr. Quandary
bass by Matt Scott
recorded & mixed Walter Westinghouse for NEKtones
they say every day is a blessing...every night is a question
...pain is a lesson...any tool is a weapon
every last molecule making up my blood and bones
was busy being something else less than 12 months ago
every last atom that exists in your brain
came vast distances though black, infinite space
every last bad decision we made, it had it be done
it's tragic, it's dumb, but that's just what gravity does
I did the math and had to stop bragging this year
cuz everything's an accident here, traffic is weird
the illusion of control is all part of the plan
but at least I can appreciate the art of the scam
every day I'm grateful that I'm crazy as fuck
and they can't pay me enough to be wage slave of the month
see, everyday people Thank God out of laziness
I'm giving thanks for any given day I get away with this
when monsters walk among us in everyday life
they hide in plain sight under makeup and stage lights
and everyone accepts it cuz we all got the message
after one King, two Kennedys and John Lennon
perception all depends on who's framing the question
...pain is a lesson...any tool is a weapon
everything repeats here, and everyone forgets it
going through a broken loop that never gets connected
so every day is a good one, each act is your last
on a gradual path that always happens too fast
but dude, you are not helpless and you are not confused
honest truth, a lot of you have lost your roots
LYRICS look, forgive me if I play my cards close to my chest I learned to plan for the worst and hope for the best the only real reason for humans making music is to clearly, honestly communicate true shit universal blueprints for worldwide movements I'm not saying I have it, but I probably got a few hints packing the room, cuz that's what I do and I got precious little time left to pass it to you
we tested out the weaponry, what's left to see is how your trajectory connects to me, eventually rock keg parties in Vermont with a band watch it expand, reinvest the profits in land yeah right, last night we didn't even get paid but the people who came are the real reason we play I love where I live and I build with my team to make motherfucking sure that our children are free home school pro tools, raise my kids right meditation masters trained in fist fights practice tai chi, let their mind breathe, leaving time free to dance and climb trees the happiest child stays active and wild and can't even speak a sound without cracking a smile I don't have to believe it, I've been there and seen it this is dedicated to Obie, Chekie, Eden and Aidan, the next generation to balance the equation amen
at seventeen, I didn't know what dedication was so I made it up, building scar tissue out of paper cuts I wrote what I lived, right? you spit what you know the problem is, then you’ve gotta live what you wrote art is a curse, I could make a billion dollars a verse and still be losing sleep trying to polish my work and living with the nothing that my knowledge is worth at least rapping for a living’s got some obvious perks but when you're sleeping in a bag on a stranger's floor you see freedom is a trap and go insane on tour big on contradiction, figured you could handle it thinking like a business, drinking like an anarchist yeah, right, last night we didn't even get paid but all the people who came are the real reason we play I love where I live and I build with my team to make motherfucking sure that our children are free
"I will say that the god concept is at the heart of 2001, but not any traditional, anthropomorphic image of god. I don't believe in any of Earth's monotheistic religions, but I do believe that one can construct an intriguing scientific definition of god.
They may have progressed from biological species, which are fragile shells for the mind at best, into immortal machine entities and then, over innumerable eons, they could emerge from the chrysalis of matter transformed into beings of pure energy and spirit. Their potentialities would be limitless and their intelligence ungraspable by humans. These beings would be gods to the billions of less advanced races in the universe, just as man would appear a god to an ant.
They would be incomprehensible to us except as gods; and if the tendrils of their consciousness ever brushed men's minds, it is only the hand of god we could grasp as an explanation. Mere speculation on the possibility of their existence is sufficiently overwhelming, without trying to decipher their motives.
The important point is that all the standard attributes assigned to god in our history could equally well be the characteristics of biological entities who, billions of years ago, were at a stage of development similar to man's own and evolved into something as remote from man as man is remote from the primordial ooze from which he first emerged."
13. Their philosophical system is based on the following ideas: nothing dies; all things evolve cyclically in such a way that at every cycle they are renewed and improved. Motion is the universal law. -- The Secret Commonwealth
It's easy to intellectualize alternate dimensions, especially since we barely understand this one. Actually witnessing them firsthand strips Language away completely. Since we've started the Love Supreme tour, Team Ganesh has been on a strange path. I'm feeling pretty bilocational these days, and Dr. Quandary has been off on a Heroes Journey story arc that would make Stan Lee and David Lynch proud. For the Algorhythms project, though, High Strangeness and uncomfortably paranormal shit is basically oxygen.
The message beneath all synchronicity has a single common current and it goes like this:
How can we amplify that message? How can we puncture reality on a repeatable basis? How can we counteract a social environment that's boring and give total strangers permission to be awesome? Can we push the envelope without coming off as pushy?
Work with me here: What is the most beautiful thing you can show the world, and what steps can you be taking today to make that happen?
If violent, self-destructive behavior is shaped by environmental design, where are the most important "pressure points" for making highly effective changes? Can better live music lead to breakthrough catharsis and better life decisions, or is it just better live music? Is it actually possible to feed steak to a baby, given the right preparation? What if The Exorcist is actually about an extraterrestrial entity that toys with the primate mind of a human priest? What does it even mean to move sideways through time?
...and exactly how long has this monkey business been going on?
Through the light. "Selfishness is unnecessary and hence-forth unrationalizable...war is obsolete." Bucky challenged us to challenge ourselves. The Universe makes universal solutions impossible by nature. How can we make that an advantage? Or at least, less of a constant liability?
Geometry changes at different levels of scale, but as humans our morality stays centered at the organism level no matter how much we dilate our perception. It doesn't matter how you "look at it" -- dying sucks. You can picture yourself as a tiny cell in a massive superorganism, but you seldom get to experience it. And what can really be said of it when we do? So many mystics just wind up sounding like monsters when they speak from a Big Picture point of view.
Leviathan is a monster, of course. Most political science frames the human superorganism in negative terms, but why? Aren't happy organisms also healthy organisms with fully functional immune systems and thriving cells? Equating warfare, starvation, and genocide to natural process like digestion or apoptosis legitimizes a process that's more like injury or disease. Then again, 50 billion cells are going to die inside you today...
"Every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease, or committing seppuku at the death of one’s master." -- Hakagure
"Having offered our body to the spirits, there is no longer any need to care about it. We should really visualize our blood as an ocean for the spirits to drink, our body as food for the spirits to eat. It is for the sake of all mother sentient beings that we give up our bodies."
Four years after releasing our debut EP, we're finally taking this show on the road. Thirtyseven and Dr. Quandary will be bringing their jazzy and distinctly psychedelic brand of hip hop to the East coast starting this July...
I am completely open to the possibility there's an entire spectrum of life that's present right in front of us but totally invisible -- humans perceive such a vanishingly small portion of the spectrum I have no doubt there's overlapping ecosystems running all over the place, against us and through us, all the time. Are they really "Dark Spiritual Energies" or are they just hungry? Hungry like the billions of bacteria within your body right now?
"More than 500 different species of bacteria exist in our bodies, making up more than 100 trillion cells. Because our bodies are made of only some several trillion human cells, we are somewhat outnumbered by the aliens. It follows that most of the genes in our bodies are from bacteria, too." -- Hooper
"Everything living on the Earth, people, animals, plants, is food for the moon. All movements, actions, and manifestations of people, animals, and plants depend upon the moon and are controlled by the moon…. The mechanical part of our life depends upon the moon, is subject to the moon. If we develop in ourselves consciousness and will, and subject our mechanical life and all our mechanical manifestations to them, we shall escape from the power of the moon." -- Gurdjieff
"Very early on, scientists recognized a link between moonquakes and the tidal forces exerted on the moon by the gravitational pull of the Earth. Moonquakes reoccur again and again in the same locations at the same time of the month, which seems to link them to the monthly tidal cycles but so far, nobody has been able to construct a physical model or clear pattern to explain the relationship." -- Bruce Bills
"Shallow moonquakes are generated by thermal stresses along fracture plans in the lunar surface. Note that the mean lunar temperature varies from 107 C at day down to -153 C at night. The deep moonquake activity is somewhat cyclical. Clusters of moonquakes occur when the moon is at its apogee, or furthest point from the Earth. Fourteen days later, another cluster occurs when the moon is at perigee, or closest point. The moon is very reverberant, with oscillations continuing for an hour or more. In contrast, the 1964 Alaskan earthquake lasted less than five minutes, even though it had the highest magnitude of any quake recorded in North America." -- Tom Irvine
"Once every Lunar orbit, the Moon passes through Earth's magnetotail for approximately 6 days. Interaction with the plasma sheet causes the Moon's surface to become negatively charged. On the Moon's dayside this effect is counteracted to a degree by sunlight: ultraviolet photons knock electrons back off the surface, keeping the build-up of charge at relatively low levels. But on the nightside electrons accumulate and surface voltages can climb to hundreds or thousands of volts. There's growing evidence that fine particles of moondust might actually float, ejected from the lunar surface by electrostatic repulsion. This could create a temporary nighttime atmosphere of dust." -- Tim Stubbs
"The next time you see the moon, trace your finger along the terminator, the dividing line between lunar night and day. That's where the storm is. It's a long and skinny dust storm, stretching all the way from the north pole to the south pole, swirling across the surface, following the terminator as sunrise ceaselessly sweeps around the moon. Never heard of it? Few have. But scientists are increasingly confident that the storm is real."
"The dayside of the moon is positively charged; the nightside is negatively charged. There could be significant horizontal electric fields forming between the day and night areas. If the Moon is full, it is inside the magnetotail. The Moon enters the magnetotail three days before it is full and takes about six days to cross and exit on the other side." -- Timothy Stubbs
Intelligent Design fanboys like to throw the word "perfection" around. Perfection is what happens when you're not looking closely enough: it's a perceptual mistake on the operator's end of the equation. The moon is gradually moving away from the Earth at a rate of 3.8 centimeters a year. This is the leverage for a subtle but real energy transfer that's massive and ongoing. This is significant because it's a physical, decriptive mechanism for the esoteric teachings of Gurdjieff.
Q: Is the Earth's rotation slowing down? A: Yes it is, due to a transfer of Earth's rotational momentum to the Moon's orbital momentum as tidal friction slows the Earth's rotation. That increase in the Moon's speed is causing it to slowly recede from Earth (about 4 cm per year), increasing its orbital period and the length of a month as well.
Every 18 months on the average, with variation, a leap second is added to planetary time keeping to keep the day consistent with atomic clocks and astronomical observations.
fuck yes I used to be a cynical dude had myself a shitty attitude which didn't improve until I found about an ounce of some ridiculous shrooms and cracked my head open to some primitive truth on spherical floor with an infinite roof spinning in space, I look out and grin at the moon lately, I live my life simple and smooth grateful for the galaxy that gives me this food stay tuned to little hidden physical cues and listen to the bullshit your children consume too addicted to stupid, derivate loops to really understand intangible original moves don't hate what I make cuz it tastes different to you this is me, and my soul, flipping the groove with rapid rhymes cuz that's what I'm conditioned to do spitting images too intricate to fit in this booth used to have dreams about starting the movement a revolt of the poets, the artist and students but the kids act up, and that's part of the blueprint just like public schools and the cars and the music I learned this Leary and Marshall McLuhan if you see me as an easy target, you're stupid I lost you in Dallas, departed from Houston stay awake and alive, cuz martyrs are useless it's been a long time...and I'm glad that I left you I been practicing chess moves and snacking on fresh fruit spit spirals of visual art then rip it apart before it hits the critics and sharks who want me framed, wombats cannot be tamed copied, changed or wrapped up and bought today just walk away...I'll never change what I created for the sake of entertainment, y'all can pay me when I'm famous I follow this path because it's all that I have and it's an obvious fact you got a problem with that and so be it...yeah, you people get some lawyers I got some Aretha divas and Shiva the destroyer half mathematician, half black magician surpass the limit of this holographic image used lab technicians keeping track of facts and fiction used to lack conviction, now I make an active difference stand back cuz this is more than raps I've written it's patterns, rhythms, equations and vacuum physics tracks so vivid critics have to listen got your favorite rapper sniffing outside the master's kitchen
It's the bridge burning specialist, call for free estimates from bitchy secretaries who refuse to take messages complicate relationships and make enemies instantly when it comes to fucking up, I'm one of the best in the industry true enough, I show up at your house, do some drugs then crank that music up until I pass out puking blood you want a taste of this, sit down and make a list of all that dangerous and crazy shit you were too afraid to risk robbing banks in Vegas, hooking up with famous chicks nowadays I take a piss in public and get paid for it don't need to see the cops to know that I'm being watched I walk crooked, so the snipers can't get a decent shot got a natural talent for balancing polar opposites flow provocative poems and roll in stolen rocketships I could float along but my whole approach was wrong so I wrote this song to figure out what the fuck to focus on a seven day cleansing break just to meditate on how to end the hate I'm seeing every day no solution in sight, and so I'm using this mic to speak my soul and keep this whole community tight but I'm a tricky dude, moving to a different groove this is just a sample of the channels that I'm flipping through rocking business suits, still eating cold kitten food stoned, giving you shit up in your own living room
(everyone hates me) and there's a reason for that when you're speaking the facts weak people get mad (everyone hates me) we know a lot of you cats are talking some trash, we watch it and laugh
been awhile since I sat down and wrote to a beat nowadays I'm an out of place opium freak still bark at the moon and bite marketing dudes you will not see my album in Target this June walked the line until I lost my mind I haven't got the time to really be an honest guy ..and that's a tricky methodology, follow me? I change names randomly to maintain sanity the medium is music, the mind is the weapon beat is the pulse that's providing the message I leave behind in every single mind that I mess with the virus connected, like a sinus infection... target practice, slapstick, charlie chaplin full starving artist package, party crashing Harvard frat kids, thanks for the drugs aim for the rug, and leave that shit stained for a month the vodka tonic got me sweating a bit cuz you can never predict shit when thirtyseven is ripped a dangerous brain, so no playing it safe containing my rage, or watching what I say when I'm blazed monkey religion is a substance addiction and I got twelve steps for recovering christians listen - this is not a popularity contest for bitter little rich kids and arrogant potheads
what's this? a message to humans with guts what's that? live crazy and do as you must how come? most monkeys are stupid as fuck why's that? bad food, music and drugs>
composing with silence, provoking a riot showing open horizons to broken appliances not distracted with surface reactions I learned how to practice a system to see listen and breathe to find the rhythm beneath whatever physical meat that I live in this week breath is a weapon, perfected my method with sentences stretching in every direction armed to the teeth, spit sharpened and clean my tools are invisible and hard to believe trust me, I function on nothing but weed, beats drums and machines with malfunctioning screens ...oh seven and the spark has died so don't march in line with target signs times have changed, we gotta redesign the game to find a way to survive until the final days so what's this?
some people starve to death over numbers in computers some people eat to death, cuz they're nothing but consumers some people read the news, but they never make connections some people lose their minds trying to separate the messages chillax, fall back on your genetic design let it unwind, learn to feel it's breath on your spine cuz if it happens, it happened, and I am not concerned watched it burn, f-f-f-finally at a loss for words rappers know the status quo is wack and so here's a rallying cry for talented guys to challenge their minds magnum opus off the opening riff wrote it so quick it folded a mobius strip this is basic stuff, language that I tangled up thanks to crazy drugs, I came to love the taste of blood when I say that humans are food, it's not selfish at all you adapt or die, I'm just here to help you evolve and maybe give the hand of god a small push in random spots reshaping the tree of life, breaking dead branches off systems, divisions, conditions, restrictions get 'em addicted, and people start spreading the sickness infected the electrical feed that God connected to me from secret weapons in Greece to Pepsi vending machines held my mind perfectly still with hash vapors empty lines and verses I built on graph paper
we live in the darkness of shitty apartments we get depressed, obsess and second guess we tend to lose faith every twenty two days but we still create, grow build and break bones
...dedicated to the weird kids that hear this stay fearless, and look past the appearance I wrote the book on naked massage and made a collage with papers from my neighbor's garage everyone insists they spit doper than you yeah, I play strip poker at the Smithsonian, too (whoo) I'm over it, dude -- all that games that I played are breaking like paper mache and fading away can't swallow an ounce of my liquid sat down to vibe with it and drowned in five minutes age six, I was a comfortable kid had a whole lotta legos and I loved where I lived but something just flipped up inside of my head and now I kinda regret most of the life that I led shucks, still moving, though...sleeping at the studio doing shows, hop offstage and watch the rumors grow.... (that's just how we do it, bro)
whatchu bitch about? whatchu think you can't live without? the image that you kick around, sitting down? whatchu love to hate? what's your last bad drunk mistake? tell me when we're gonna raise the fucking stakes? whatchu wanna be? what's your best guess prophecy? what's the plan, man, talk to me, honestly whatchu need from me? your comfort zone frequency? what's it take to make the people free, equally? whatchu doing now? to help a fellow human out? I used to have to prove it now there's room for doubt what DO OI believe in? everybody suffers for a reason in love with the blood that gives it meaning
we live in the darkness of shitty apartments we get depressed, obsess and second guess we tend to lose faith every twenty two days but we still create, grow build and break cages
1981, and my mother is watching me breathe as she rocks me to sleep on green hospital sheets 1985, and my mother taught to me to read and cracked open a universe of options for me now it's two thousand something, and I got some dope production catch me getting stoned and letting go old assumptions and poison lessons, the machine feels threatened cuz a child can destroy you with one simple question
...thinking back to physics, math and English class teachers had me feeling wicked bad for the gifts I had if we behave, they let us out for some air I was young, but I could see the how and the where but the what and the why kinda fucked with my mind something inside me knew that it was nothing but lies easy to bitch about some meaningless shit but never even admit what really needs to be fixed so whatever people are saying, I'm not even debating the simple fact school is obedience training but here's an honest salute to the quality few a million good people who have gotten us though but get in line and never try to second-guess the leader? that's brainwashing, baby, not respecting teachers here's a quality concept, find yourself a payphone call in a bomb threat, and now everyone can stay home 1996 a strip on my tongue talk with Goddess plus a round trip to the sun 2001 and I see our parents depressed cuz everything they fought for is apparently dead but I'm turning twentysomething, I got some dope production catch me getting stoned and letting go of old assumptions and dreams living life with substance and teeth because love is supreme
1981 and my mother's watching me breathe as she rocks me to sleep on green hospital sheets 1985 and my mother taught me to read and cracked open a universe of options for me thank you for that, now I'm dedicating this track to stating the fact that I'll be paying you back by making contributions, changes, improvements creating new solutions with the patience of a buddhist I say it and I'll prove it
the bullshit specialist, yep, it's thirtyseven kids back to remininisce on some shit I never did no need to see the cops to know that I reek of pot and they're probably not after us to offer me a job, dude got a natural talent for destroying my career and leaving our supporters disappointed for a year, you want a taste of this, suckle Satan's tits I'm taking hits of bacon bits and waiting for my brain to CLICK ...Quan gives me beat, I'm never giving 'em back it takes up like eight months to finish a track as far as stolen rocketships go, I know it's obvious that algorhythms is synonymous with broken promises but we needed the truth, and it's not easy to do then people assume it's over when you're leaving the room I'm a tricky dude ...who you should never listen to I tend to twist the truth, lied to every kid I knew no salvation in sight, I go insane every night and so my basic advice is stop wasting your life anyone that's seen all the evidence agrees the Algorhythms EP will probably never get released
Nobody Trusts Us, and there's a reason for that cuz we kept all our lyrics and our beats under wraps nobody trusts us -- and that shit is fine with me cuz I'll climbing trees and playing naked hide and seek
I'm just a decent lyricist, who had a peak experience now I think in circles, and speak in pyramids two thousand six, same shit, different century killing me how people still believe the myth of entropy write my own equations, spiral spoken language rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot crop sign, then I drop rhymes for the fans at home lately I've been tripping off the math that I see patterns in trees, everything is fractals to me I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth I'm finished with dudes debating who's sicker than who that punchline shit is honestly pathetic I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods watching the crop cuz they live in the woods the naked ape with the wake and bake ritual pack an eighth a day, spit razor blade syllables it's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went... second nature --- three shots, and then a chaser waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin to loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within usually buzzed, and when I'm doing some drugs I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends practiced mountain Zen, but that shit's about to end...
we bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump on the backroads, getting mad stoned and liqoured up until your liver busts, switch it up to different drugs it's the soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes? dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space and that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today
before I see inside the back of my head there's a lotta fact and events that probably have to be said but fuck it: the track's in motion, crack it open lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean my frontal lobes roll every drunken show where I'd bust a flow, puke outside, stumble home memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions fallen angels, caught messing with God's weapons (whoops) life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts denied the visions and blocked the signals out lost connection in all directions and forgot each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing it's all perception, a million mixed messages keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive
If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes? dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space and that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today grew up sleeping late, reading strange comic books so every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook and now today, I found a way to twist the digits back if you don't see it, so be it, I can live with that...
