Wednesday, December 29, 2010

KBYD December 29, 2010


Pills - Bo Diddley
Gimme Some More - Fred Wesley & the JBs
Susan - Rapids
Pills - NY Dolls
I'm Not Down - The Clash
Little Egypt - The Coasters
Life In A Day - I Am Kloot
Listening Party - The Cairos
I've Been Loving You Too Long - Otis Reading
Dive - Pink Noise
Say What You See - Lost Souls
Situations - The Nomads - The Nomads
Haunting at 1300 McKinley - The Black Angels
I Want You So Bad - James brown
Say Something - James
Funny Bones - Dag för Dag
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song) - Otis Redding

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by John Donne

IF yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all ;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall ;
And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ;
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant.
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
    Dear, I shall never have thee all.

Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then ;
But if in thy heart since there be or shall
New love created be by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general ;
The ground, thy heart, is mine ; what ever shall
    Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

Yet I would not have all yet.
He that hath all can have no more ;
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it ;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ;
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them ; so we shall
    Be one, and one another's all.

Nomad Exquisite
By Wallace Stevens
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The big-finned palm
And green vine angering for life,

As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth hymn and hymn
From the beholder,
Beholding all these green sides
And gold sides of green sides,

And blessed mornings,
Meet for the eye of the young alligator,
And lightning colors
So, in me, come flinging
Forms, flames, and the flakes of flames.

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