Dead Fingers Talking - Working For A Nuclear Free City
Boogie on the Beach - Red ElvisesUnderwater Echo - Redhouse
Dirty Words - Folks
Love Power - Julie Gordon (with The Kino Club Music Producers)
Travelling Man - The Woodentops
Letting Go - Silverclub
Hoola - Archie Bronson Outfit
Bath Salts - Chitticks
Kookaburra - These New South Whales
Mind Over Mouth - Kill For Company
Never Coming Back - The Joint
Where Are You Going - Songs For Walter
Hydraulic Bottlejacks - Andy Whitaker
Went Back Again - Spasms
The World According to Nouns - Minutemen
The Caged Skylark
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage,
Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells —
That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life's age.
Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage
Both sing sometímes the sweetest, sweetest spells,
Yet both droop deadly sómetimes in their cells
Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.
Not that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs no rest —
Why, hear him, hear him babble & drop down to his nest,
But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.
Man's spirit will be flesh-bound, when found at best,
But uncumberèd: meadow-down is not distressed
For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bónes rísen.