Friday, March 28, 2014

KBYD March 28, 2014


It's Time Tonight - Orgone
No Warning - 48 Acres
Actually, It's What's On The Outside That Counts - Sugar Army
Let It Go - Hey Bulldog
Cut and Dry - Gaoler's Daughter
Stuck With This - Tarmac Adam
All Talk - Ausmuteants
Eurotrash [Part 1 and 2] - DeStijl
Fever - Clockwork Radio
The Station - Eaten By Dogs
I'm Alright - B.E.N.
Harlequin - Honeyfeet
Hindering Waves - The Orielles
The Score - Illzilla
Heartbreaker - The D4
If I Could Change Your Mind - Haim 


by Carl Sandburg

     HOG Butcher for the World,
     Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
     Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
     Stormy, husky, brawling,
     City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
     have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
     luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
     is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
     kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
     faces of women and children I have seen the marks
     of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
     sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
     and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
     so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
     job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
     little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
     as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
          Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
     white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
     man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
     never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
     and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
     Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
     Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
     Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

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