Los Angeles, California, USA

A One Man Arsenal taking genre schizophrenia to a Higher Level. P.N.G...Its about Music..Its about Time!


When asked two years ago by a friend in Hollywood why he changed his name to three letters..and why he doesn’t use his face to adorn the cover of his C.D., P.N.G. responded, “ Because it’s not about who I am in the physical. It’s about the music. Let the music define who I am. Let music be my identity. It’s all they need to ‘see’”.

‘The music’ has become the location for experimentalism and creating material that sounds unlike anything else, both lyrically reflective of the times we live in as well as having a perceptive and expressive style that is deep, real, and based on these experiences. Since the age of 15, P.N.G. has been more focused on strong content and meaningful conveyance through concepts, both concrete and abstract. Having been influenced by the likes of Pink Floyd, Prince, KRS-1, and Funkadelic. Having begun his odyssey as a freestyle rapper, he decided to be his own ‘band’..learning four instruments, developing vocals, and later acquiring an audio engineering background. Over time, PNG became fearless to tackle subjects considered too controversial and sacred to lend an opinion.

P.N.G.s 2006 debut EP "The Darkest August: Life inside The Myst" questioned the current American cultural derision using Hurricane Katrina and 9/11 as the backdrop for its concept, digging further down into the questions of our own humanity as the most affluent nation on the planet. The racism, the violence, the ignorance; this "myst" he perceived that we are ALL responsible for creating and fostering as a nation: it asks more questions than it answers.

Having received good reviews for the EP, but unable to obtain exposure for the six-song EP on a grander scale, P.N.G. decided to establish his own label, ShoEnTeL Music which debuted in June 2007, and begin production on “Programmed Response”, a much more well-rounded and genre-diverse album than the previous. “I Am The Air”, a very direct, classic rock-sounding tune is currently complete. The song embodies a catharsis between what is “elevation” in the material world as opposed to what it means in the spiritual. “Farewell 2 My Nation”, a politically-driven rap track about current controversies, takes a stab at a more sarcastic view of them, yet being very informative at the same time. What the legendary KRS-1 used to call “Edu-Tainment”.

The goal is not just to offer another tired indie product, but sound that truly embraces all genres and styles, beyond hype and commercialism P.N.G….It’s about the music. It’s about time. “Programmed Response” is due 2009.


I Am The Air

Written By: K.Shoen

Early morning Wake Up
Mouth that tastes like Fear
Exposed and left to burn in The Sun
Trapped by the need to elevate my Whole Life
The Roads are closed, I’ve no where to run—

1st Chorus
Hate so thick I can’t breathe
Seems they wait in line to put the knives in me
..But the lights won’t go down—
Corpses that talk in disease
In a programmed response, with ease, they bleed…
…But my lights won’t go down—

Main Chorus
I am The Air above The Sea
The Sky over your Debris
I am alive beyond your sight
I am the Ghost leading this Fight
Clearing off where you sling mud
Reaching for God as You Draw Blood
…And I Won’t Come Down
(And) I Won’t Come Down
G. Solo
Repeat 1st
Repeat Main

After Vacant Souls (The Myst Part II)

Written By: K.Shoen

I cannot watch it anymore—the killing of the last in line in this squandered kingdom
I can no longer sit and stare—.You can’t ask me to stay, and I cannot ask you to change—
So undone is this homeland—the home has died, and this land is a crime—

And when the time is aprapo, they’ll chain these vacant souls—
Of a Nation falling asleep—and when the lines are set in stone, trapping vacant souls
They’ll pray their ranch hands won’t slaughter then like sheep—
Water drowned the detainees of the 9th Ward internment camp, washing away
the lives unwanted.
Descendants of a 300-year transatlantic genocide, watch in just three days how their race still gets pushed aside..

Now the time the time is aprapo, to chain these vacant souls of a culture comatose—
Now the lies are set in stone, holding hostage vacant souls, leaving this flock
To die in the open road—
Water-logged the house be in the 9th Ward internment camp, washing away
The lives unvalued.
Incumbents of a hundred-year-plus American denial; see the ill-placed results of their fate
being placed on trial…on trial..on trial
being placed on trial…

Shine On

Written By: KC Shoen

Getcha ears to tha speakers
Ya headphones locked in 4 a transatlantic feature
Not to preach Ya, but getcha head wrapped 'round
International vibe-L.A. 2 L-Town
Stay Down: the message; the letter correct..
Folks turn 2 jokes, spittin' they ropes in disrespect
like a bounced check; credit withdrawn 2 Sub Zero...
No strength 2 B a Hero; let tha fires burn like Nero...
Whacked-out jealousy like poison in tha line..
Minus the mind, straight knocked-off tha grind,
Waisten tha time 2 spit venom like grease till they blind...
Do Me A Fava..B-4 you get lost, and get gone..
U R your own light; find a way 2..

Shine On, Shine On
Let it take you to that higher place
Shine On, Shine
Let it take you to that higher place.

(2nd Verse)
Ooooo. lost your mind today
Gave yourself away...
Sold that soul for Pay...
But lost it all anyway..
Followed all directions...
They said for your protection...
Not at your election...
The head is disconnected..
Your own thought rejected, disrespected..
Headed south, no where domestic.
An old familiar tune, crowded in an empty room..
The sound of the silent BOOM.
What You thought you knew..
Won't let, won't let you (Shine On)

(Repeat Chorus)

What Pictures Do U Keep alive?
Is it worth dying inside? Got 2 B your own light, and find your 2 shine
Got 2 B your own light.. and find your way to Shine---

(Instrumental Bridge)
(Repeat Chorus)

All Is Love

Written By: K.Shoen

All is Love
Hide behind veneers and wasted years
and Times; and lines of empty voices
filling Empty Rooms

All is fine-
An easy smile, the madness of solitude
Break lights on a chance that you have
Set Ablaze

All is Love
closer to the Dog , than to your Neighbor
And favor, what you can scold that has no voice
To talk back...

And hatred's like a noisy anger
That burns the House inside your Head
No tears with eyes wide and dry..
So just fight and die instead..(X2)

..All is love;
Party favors wet with flesh
Dissolve in the morning haze..
What tasted like Fire, Now is Dead
In Your Gaze...

And Hatred's like an orphans' blanket
That wraps the cold inside your Head
No tears with eyes burned and fried..
You've earned the right to be Dead

..(And)All (that) Is Love, Has Died...(Repeat Until Fade, With Ad Lib)

Idol 2 Idle

Written By: K.Shoen

Did anybody ask the Arabs exactly what they wanted
Before they smothered Palestine in the Summer of '47?
Why didn't David have the courtesy to send the eviction notice
Before turning Gaza and The West Bank into his bathroom floor?

Wasn't enough to screw the survivors of Hitler's 'Master Plan', leave
the Exodus hanging out to sea for all of seven months.
Whoring out the martyrdom for Truman to take the bait..

A 'Holy' epicenter for all the suffragettes all assembled for a new
Israeli state..

(Main Chorus)
Idol 2 Idle
Car bombs to coffee shops
desecrating mosques and synagogues
F-14s and Hamas

Idol 2 Idle
Jesus and body parts
all cut and blown to bits
And crimson-colored be the head of Muhammad
Shot 2 shit

In the center of this GodRape
Like flowers trampled underfoot
Menorah pre-eminent domain
While the crescent of a lesser prophet
Has no say

It's a blank space to a blank check
Big Brother American
Got to take up for their Jewish brothers
While making blood in the sand

You know it's quite alright to just go ahead and take all their lives
Their 'God' is Mud for he lacks money, and the big blue eyes
And praise Our 'God', and shoot the Devil, cos Allah is a Myth (yeah!)
Stab and shoot and kill each other in the name of stones and sticks..
And Praise The Lord and Pass the Pistol; Christian Armies march
Strap the bomb right to the child and blow him through the Stars

(Main Chorus)
Idol 2 Idle
Car bombs to coffee shops
desecrating mosques and synagogues
F-14s and Hamas

Idol 2 Idle
Jesus and body parts
all cut and blown to bits
And crimson-colored be the head of Muhammad..
..The head of Muhammad

It's all about your God.....It's all about your flag (x4)

Copyright 2008 ShoEnTeL Publishing(ASCAP)


The Darkest August: Life Inside The Myst (2006)
Programmed Response (2009)