The Black Paths
NYAO - Humanizer
Saturn in Her Eyes - DC Fontana
Dirtfloorcracker - MOFRO [alt]
Going Overseas - Millions
You Play the Girl - The Arcadian Kicks
You Broke My Heart - Cornell Blakely
No Rush - Extra Love
Blue Bottle Flu - Ninetails
Motown - 12 Dirty Bullets
Skaravan - Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra
Automatic Pain - Ballerina Black
Bumblebee - Honeyboy Edwards
86 TVs - I Am Kloot
Lalia - I Know Leopard
Backwater Blues - Bessie Smith
Corner - Tokyo Corner
Allison - The Pixies
Karolina - The Scandal
Come the Day - Holly Golightly
King of the Sky - The Hippy Mafia
I'd Rather Be Your Enemy - Gemma Ray
Return of the Prodigal Son - 10 Ft. Ganja Plant
Detach - Sugar Army
Jamie, My Intentions are Bass - !!!
Pharmakon - Dead Sea Apes
Acid Lady - San Francisco T.K.O.s
from Duino Elegies
by Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Stephen Mitchell)
(Excerpt from) The First Elegy
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing.
Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need?
Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware
that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.
Perhaps there remains for us some tree on a hillside, which every day we can take into our vision;
there remains for us yesterday's street and the loyalty of a habit so much at ease
when it stayed with us that it moved in and never left.
Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces.
Whom would it not remain for--that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence,
which the solitary heart so painfully meets.
Is it any less difficult for lovers?
But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.
Don't you know yet?
Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe;
perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.