Wednesday, May 2, 2012

KBYD May 2, 2012

Sushi - The Black Paths
Oh My Oh My - Blonde on Blonde
Champagne and Cocaine - 12 Dirty Bullets
Small Axe - Bob Marley
For Carol - Blind Atlas
Caladan - Grimes
Stand Up! - Brassbastardz
Old Lord - Pretty Lightning
My Head is My Only House Unless It Rains - Captain Beefheart
Sqworm - Ramona Falls
That's Why I'm Crying - Koko Taylor
Australia - The Shins
Maybe the Boy Who Cried Wolf Was Just Paranoid - Sugar Army
Lie Dream of a Casino Soul - The Fall
Baby's Got A Switchblade - Calimocho Club
The Modernist - Sixty Syndicate
She Caught the Katy and Left Me a Mule to Ride - Taj Mahal
Savory - Jawbox
Cramp Your Style - Breakestra
Poison City - OFF!
Diesel Smoke, Dangerous Curves - Red Simpson
Ghouls and Ghosts - C-Mon and Kypski
Battered Books - Beat Fiction
Still - Dead Sea Apes


Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin
by Ezra Pound

March has come to the bridge head,
Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousand gates,
At morning there are flowers to cut the heart,
And evening drives them on the eastward-flowing waters.
Petals are on the gone waters and on the going,
And on the back-swirling eddies,
But to-day's men are not the men of the old days,
Though they hang in the same way over the bridge-rail.
The sea's colour moves at the dawn
And the princes still stand in rows, about the throne,
And the moon falls over the portals of Sei-jo-yo,
And clings to the walls and the gate-top.
With head gear glittering against the cloud and sun,
The lords go forth from the court, and into far borders.
They ride upon dragon-like horses,
Upon horses with headtrappings of yellow metal,
And the streets make way for their passage.
Haughty their passing,
Haughty their steps as they go in to great banquets,
To high halls and curious food,
To the perfumed air and girls dancing,
To clear flutes and clear singing:
To the dance of the seventy couples;
To the mad chase through the gardens.
Night and day are given over to pleasure
And they think it will last a thousand autumns.
Unwearying autumns.
For them the yellow dogs howl portents in vain,
And what are they compared to the Lady Ryokushu,
That was cause of hate!
Who among them is a man like Han-rei
Who departed alone with his mistress,
With her hair unbound, and he his own skiffsman!

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