Wednesday, October 13, 2010

KBYD October 13, 2010


Do the Du - A Certain Ratio
Knives - The Black Knights
Wanna Make You Mine - The Pulsebeats
Run Me Out - Zola Jesus
You Were Lying When You Said You Loved Me - New Fast Automatic Daffodils
Puttin on the Ritz - Taco
100% - Sonic Youth
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want - She & Him
Deceptacon - Le Tigre
----second half ------
Strangers - Lovvers
Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) - Magazine
A House Is Not A Motel - Love
Painter Man - The Creation
Burgundy - Warpaint
Ny Batteri - Sigur Ros
Shallow Call - The Pulsebeats
Vicious Streak - New Order

If you didn't listen live, you missed the first half (recording gremlins!)

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Sir Philip Sidney
From Astrophel and Stella
Sonnet 31

With how sad steps, oh Moon, thou climb'st the skies,
How silently, and with how wan a face.
What, may it be, that even in heav'nly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long with Love acquainted eyes
 Can judge of Love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace
To me that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then ev'n of fellowship, oh Moon, tell me
Is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here thy be?
Do they above love to be loved , and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that Love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

by Andrew Marvell

MY Love is of a birth as rare
    As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
It was begotten by Despair,
    Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
    Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,
    But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
    Where my extended soul is fixed ;
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
    And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
    Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ;
Their union would her ruin be,
    And her tyrannic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
    Us as the distant poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),
    Not by themselves to be embraced,

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
    And earth some new convulsion tear.
And, us to join, the world should all
    Be cramp'd into a planisphere.

As lines, so love's oblique, may well
    Themselves in every angle greet :
But ours, so truly parallel,
    Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
    But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
    And opposition of the stars.

Epistle To Be Left In The Earth
by Archibald MacLeish

...It is colder now
                           there are many stars
                                                         we are drifting
North by the Great Bear
                                  the leaves are falling
The water is stone in the scooped rock
                                                        to southward
Red sun grey air
                       the crows are
Slow on their crooked wings
                                         the jays have left us
Long since we passed the flares of Orion
Each man believes in his heart he will die
Many have written last thoughts and last letters
None know if our deaths are now or forever
None know if this wandering earth will be found

We lie down and the snow covers our garments
I pray you
               you (if any open this writing)
Make in your mouths the words that were our names
I will tell you all we have learned
                                              I will tell you everything
The earth is round
                          there are springs under the orchards
The loam cuts with a blunt knife
                                               beware of
Elms in thunder
                       the lights in the sky are stars
We think they do not see
                                    we think also
The trees do not know nor the leaves of the grasses hear us
The birds too are ignorant
                                      do not listen
Do not stand at dark in the open windows
We before you have heard this
                                            they are voices
They are not words at all but the wind rising
Also noone among us has seen God
(... We have thought often
the flaws of sun in the late and driving weather
pointed to one tree but it was not so.)
As for the nights I warn you the nights are dangerous
The wind changes at night and the dreams come

It is very cold
                     there are strange stars near Arcturus
Voices are crying an unknown name in the sky

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