Tuesday, March 26, 2013

KBYD March 26, 2013

Hope In Hopeless Places - Seven Saturdays
Double or Nothing - Booker T. and the MGs
Machu Picchu - Lionize
Introspection - Thelonius Monk
History - The Mekkits!
Maybe Tonight - The Vagrant City Scandal
L'architecte - DeLix
North by Northwest - Blue Scholars
Say No To Thugs - Lost Animal
Rid Of Me - The Pack AD
The Edge of Existence - Professor Yaffle
Good Morning Little School Girl - Taj Mahal
Money - Simple Citizens
The Brakes - More Trees Please
Patchwork Lives - New Fast Automatic Daffodils
Earth Rocker - Clutch
Show Ya-Self - Kenzie FromWelly
Maybe The Boy Who Cried Wolf Was Just Paranoid - Sugar Army
Downtown Monster Squad - Faker
Turn Away - Bouts
Sloth - Skeleton Suite


by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

AS she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.

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