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"Un compilado de mis primeros tracks hechos con instrumentos electrónicos, empezando en marzo del ´09.
El ultimo, Solsticio, fue terminado el 21 de diciembre del 2011. Entre medio podes disfrutar del viaje"

A psicodelic trip through the music cosmos.

Juan Manuel Jones

Winter solstice (southern hemisphere), 2012

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released June 21, 2012

all tracks written and produced by Juan Manuel Jones Volonte

mastered in WalrusRec by Pablo Lopez Salich
design: Lucrecia Granotti & Juan Manuel Jones
front collage: Karel Teige - untitled
interior photo: Matias Jones - 47 tucana

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Track Name: Last Words of Hassan I Sabbah
"THE LAST WORDS OF HASSAN SABBAH"

Oiga amigos! Oiga amigos! Paco! Enrique!
Last words of Hassan Sabbah,
The Old Man of the Mountain!
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatories,
To take what is not yours,
To sell out your sons forever! To sell the ground from unborn feet forever? For Eve-R
Listen to my last words, any world! Listen if you value the bodies
for which you would sell all souls forever!
I bear no sick words junk words love words forgive words from Jesus
I have not come to explain or tidy up
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs,
the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don't I come over with the board, and drink Coca-Cola and make it?

"Now for God's sake, don’t let that Coca-Cola thing out!"

Thing is right, Mr Whoever is responsible for that Who-Done-It!
Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss!
So you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that
were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up?
You have the wrong name and the wrong number!
Mr Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller

"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!"

Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?

"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal! Don't let that out!
Disaster, unevaluable disaster!
Don't show them that, these things take time and that's my business."

As usual, Mr Luce! Short time to go. Minutes to go!
Blue heavy metal people.

"Don't let that out! Don't show them the blues!"

Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?

"And don't whatever you do let them see us."

Crab men! Tape worms! Intestinal parasites!
Squeezing the air and shitting it out, and eat it again, forever!

"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing! Don't let us pay!"

Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates, cartels of the Earth?
The great banking families of the world?
French, English, American?
Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly? Would you all like to see exactly what
Mr Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the Centipede Hype,
The Short Time Racket, the Heavy Metal Gimmick?
All right, Mr Burroughs, who bears my name and my words, bear it all the way
For all to see, in Times Square, in Piccadilly,

Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!

Listen: The word comes before English American German French,
and pain and live are arsenic for all
How the bones went - use never you have light
All of you, all all all, green people crab people blue heavy metal people,
compliments of Mr Burroughs for the Heavy Metal Gimmick

”Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing!
Premature, premature, reconversion, reconversion blues."

Shall I show them the blues?

"No! No! No!
Premature! Premature! Premature!"

Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
I say to all: these words are not premature, these words may be too late.

Minutes to go. Minutes to go. Minutes to goo. Minutes to green goo.
What I have to say is everywhere now
Rub out the word Jew and you rub out the word Hitler
The answer comes before the question
My words are for all - for all,
I repeat for all!
No one is excluded!
Free to all who pay, free to all who paying pay, for all to see,
for all to see!
In Piccadilly, in Times Square, Place de la Concorde,
In all the streets and plazas of the world!

Pay, pay, pay!
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!

See my writing the silent - across all your skies,
The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
Take what is not yours to skies squeezing the eye bodies forever
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
You cannot take words into space
That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah
You cannot take woman into space
I repeat, you cannot take woman into space
That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah
See my writing silent - across all your skies,
The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
The silent writing of space, the writing of Hassan Sabbah.
Look, Look, Look!

"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"

Are these the words of the great nations, the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the Earth?
These are the words of liars, and cowards, and collaborators and traitors
Collaborators with insect people,
With any people anywhere who offer you a body forever, to shit forever.
For this you have sold your sons forever,
The ground under unborn feet forever!
Traitors to all souls everywhere!
You on the board, who want others to pay for you,
With your deals to take what is not yours!
And leave your human animals to be eaten alive by the crab people,
to go down the drain in green shit and piss.
The green deal

"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"

You on the board, who now say:

"Protect us from our our gooks,
Protect us from our human animals."

Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
To sell out the unborn?

"Protect us from our gooks, our dogs, our human animals!"

Are these the words of the all powerful boards, the all powerful syndicates,
the all powerful governments and nations of the Earth?
Liars! Liars! Liars! Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!
Who cannot even face your own dogs!
Traitors to all souls everywhere! Sold out to shit forever:
You miserable collaborators,
Now ask the protection of Hassan Sabbah?
Are these the words of the all powerful boards?

"Protect us from our gooks, our human animals!”

No, no, no, I will not protect you,
And you will never use the name of Hassan Sabbah - William Burroughs
to cover your green shit deals with crab men.
With the Elders of Minraud.

Listen, listen, listen:
I rub out all the words and reports of the board forever
I rub out your thing police forever, for Eve-R
I rub out the words of Marx Lenin Einstein Freud fraud forever
I rub out the formulas of Einstein Oppenheimer forever
I rub out their words forever
I rub out the Qabalah forever
I rub out the Talmud forever
I rub out all the formulas and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever
I rub out the word forever

Listen, all all all,
In you I cancel all your words forever
You cannot take words with you into space
That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah.

- William S Burroughs, 1914-1997