Friday, February 7, 2014

KBYD February 7, 2014


Slo Fuzz - Sol Seppy
Sex Invader - DeStijl
Shock Your Feet (New Mix) - Delix
Jungle Struttin' - The Lions
Color Your Ways - Swim Deep
Untitled Track 02 - Young Myths
Slow Burner - Millions
A Brilliant Animal - The Ivory Drips
Funky Buddha - Red Star
Going Home - Fun Boy Three
Wanted - Cherry Dove
Face It Cracks - Wilson Minds
Going Down - Freddy King
All I Know - Honeyfeet
Long Way Down - Silverclub
Jamelia - Caribou
Overtime - Orgone
Infinity - The XX



Titan! to whose immortal eyes
         The sufferings of mortality,
         Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
What was thy pity's recompense?
A silent suffering, and intense;
The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show,
The suffocating sense of woe,
         Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And then is jealous lest the sky
Should have a listener, nor will sigh
         Until its voice is echoless.

Titan! to thee the strife was given
         Between the suffering and the will,
         Which torture where they cannot kill;
And the inexorable Heaven,
And the deaf tyranny of Fate,
The ruling principle of Hate,
Which for its pleasure doth create
The things it may annihilate,
Refus'd thee even the boon to die:
The wretched gift Eternity
Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.
All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
Was but the menace which flung back
On him the torments of thy rack;
The fate thou didst so well foresee,
But would not to appease him tell;
And in thy Silence was his Sentence,
And in his Soul a vain repentance,
And evil dread so ill dissembled,
That in his hand the lightnings trembled.

Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
         To render with thy precepts less
         The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
         Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
         A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
         To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
         A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself—and equal to all woes,
         And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
         Its own concenter'd recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.

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