Wednesday, April 11, 2012

KBYD April 11, 2012

Playlist:
Skins Funk - Skin Williams
Saturn in Her Eyes - DC Fontana
Keep Your Hands Off Her - Taj Mahal
Petition - Tennis
Telephone - The Black Angels
And Now You're Old Enough, I Think That You Should Know - Sugar Army
Gentlemen - The Afghan Whigs
Find a Fool, Bump Her Head - Koko Taylor
Imbroglio - Marsicans
Between You And Me - Shirley Brown
So True - The Black Seeds
Love Theme From Spartacus - Yusef Lateef
Hit - The Sugarcubes
Backwater Blues - Bessie Smith
Fanboys - Seahawk
Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My Baby - Dinah Washington
Fallen Flower Complete - Buzz Kull
Rosie - Dead Saints
Sister Brother - A Certain Ratio
Purple Aki - Suzuki Method
Flying With the Vultures - Lionize
What a Pleasure - Beach Fossils
Shake Well Before Opening - Black Grape
Jessica - The Suns
Mallory - The History Of Apple Pie


Poem:

THE RELIC.
by John Donne

            WHEN my grave is broke up again
            Some second guest to entertain,
            —For graves have learn'd that woman-head,
            To be to more than one a bed—
                And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
                Will he not let us alone,
And think that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
To make their souls at the last busy day
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?

            If this fall in a time, or land,
            Where mass-devotion doth command,
            Then he that digs us up will bring
            Us to the bishop or the king,
                To make us relics ; then
Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
                A something else thereby ;
All women shall adore us, and some men.
And, since at such time miracles are sought,
I would have that age by this paper taught
What miracles we harmless lovers wrought.

            First we loved well and faithfully,
            Yet knew not what we loved, nor why ;
            Difference of sex we never knew,
            No more than guardian angels do ;
                Coming and going we
Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals ;
                Our hands ne'er touch'd the seals,
Which nature, injured by late law, sets free.
These miracles we did ; but now alas !
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was.

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