Thursday, July 28, 2011

KBYD July 28, 2011


Gacek - Jerzy Milian Orkiestra
Shack Up - A Certain Ratio
Tyrants - Catfish & the Bottlemen
This Is England - The Minx
You'll Never Pay For The Farm - Gang of Four
Trouble No More - Muddy Waters
In the Springtime - Velociraptor
Smaller The Print - The Ivys
Habibi - De Staat
Ooh Baby - Bo Diddley
I.F. - Ninetails
New Beginnings - Love Is All
The Strangers - St. Vincent
SLIP - Dunsinane
Keep Chancing - 12 Dirty Bullets
Whispers and Moans - Crowded house
Play Something Fast - Jez Kerr
Nothing To Be Proud Of - Jaguar Jones

(Cassandra: "Wow, this was a shockingly good show - because of the amazing tunes . . .")

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Cooper's Hill (excerpts)
Sir John Denham

 . . .
My eye, descending from the hill, surveys
Where Thames amongst the wanton valleys strays;
Thames, the most lov'd of all the Ocean's sons
By his old sire, to his embraces runs,
Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea,
Like mortal life to meet eternity.
Though with those streams he no resemblance hold
Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold,
His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore,
O'er which he kindly spreads his spacious wing,
And hatches plenty for th' ensuing spring;
Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay,
Like mothers which their infants overlay;
Nor, with a sudden and impetuous wave,
Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave.
No unexpected inundations spoil
The mower's hopes, nor mock the ploughman's toil,
But godlike his unwearied bounty flows,
First loves to do, then loves the good he does;
Nor are his blessings to his banks confin'd,
But free and common as the sea or wind;
When he to boast or to disperse his stores,
Full of the tributes of his grateful shores,
Visits the world, and in his flying towers,
Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours;
Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants,
Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants;
So that to us no thing, no place is strange,
While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme!
Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.

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