Wednesday, November 2, 2011

KBYD November 2, 2011

Talking Loud and Saying nothing - James Brown
Don't You Evah - Spoon
Love Don’t Live Here - Ladyhawke
I'm Broke - Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears
Take Me Away - Dirty North
There's More To Life Than This - Björk
Billie Jean - Ian Brown
Reckless Ways - The Smacks
Baby Please Don't Go - Big Joe Williams
The Last Martian - The Pack A.D.
The Shock Of The Lightning - Oasis
I Am the Changer - Cotton Jones
Assasiner - Janice Graham Band
Baby Please Don't Go - THEM
Roll The Dice -  The Calimocho Club
Good Time Girls - 12 Dirty Bullets
Good Things - Rival Schools
Overload - Shambolic
Groovy Movies - The Kinks
Soy Dios - Dead Sea Apes


Dover Beach
Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

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