Lost - The Black Paths
Sally Sucks - The Creature Comfort
Can't Explain - DeStijl
Tired City Love - Kidsmoke
Arrow - Liam Finn
Maybe The Boy Who Cried Wolf Was Just Paranoid - Sugar Army
(In Flight) Hyperventilation - Two Skies
Out Of Light - The Black Seeds
We Found The Thieves - Oxygen Thieves
Work It Out - Garbage Head
Walk On The Wild Side (Cover) - Jez Kerr
4 Track Stomper - Liam Finn
Another Century - The Tapestry
Harlequin - Honeyfeet
Werewolf - Fiona Apple
Midnight Hour - The Bedroom Hour
The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad
by Wallace Stevens
The time of year has grown indifferent.
Mildew of summer and the deepening snow
Are both alike in the routine I know:
I am too dumbly in my being pent.
The wind attendant on the solstices
Blows on the shutters of the metropoles,
Stirring no poet in his sleep, and tolls
The grand ideas of the villages.
The malady of the quotidian . . .
Perhaps if summer ever came to rest
And lengthened, deepened, comforted, caressed
Through days like oceans in obsidian
Horizons, full of night's midsummer blaze;
Perhaps, if winter once could penetrate
Through all its purples to the final slate,
Persisting bleakly in an icy haze;
One might in turn become less diffident,
Out of such mildew plucking neater mould
And spouting new orations of the cold.
One might. One might. But time will not relent.