Wednesday, February 11, 2015

KBYD February 11, 2015


Asleep At The Wheel - Working for a Nuclear Free City
Those Crows - Service Bells
Paint By Numbers - Death To The Strange
Meat & Drink - Sea Pinks
Sissoko - Shaolin Afronauts
Jobseeker - Sleaford Mods
Attack Of The Cannibal Zombie Businessmen - The Higsons
Snake Pit - Jungle Fire
Once A Mighty Oak - James M. Carson
Silky Filter - The Moods
Loose Cartilage - The Black Seeds
Carol - The Peep Tempel
 Don't Know Why -  MOG (Feat. Tragic Ohara)
Halfway - The Rebirth
Arcade - Waits
Brain Dead - Jez Kerr
The Vigilance - Orgone
Good Time Girls - 12 Dirty Bullets


Into Her Lying Down Head  (Stanza I of III)
by Dylan Thomas


Into her lying down head
His enemies entered bed,
Under the encumbered eyelid,
Through the rippled drum of the hair-buried ear;
And Noah's rekindled now unkind dove
Flew man-bearing there.
Last night in a raping wave
Whales unreined from the green grave
In fountains of origin gave up their love,
Along her innocence glided
Juan aflame and savagely young King Lear,
Queen Catherine howling bare
And Samson drowned in his hair,
The colossal intimacies of silent
Once seen strangers or shades on a stair;
There the dark blade and wanton sighing her down
To a haycock couch and the scythes of his arms
Rode and whistled a hundred times
Before the crowing morning climbed;
Man was the burning England she was sleep-walking, and the enamouring island
Made her limbs blind by luminous charms,
Sleep to a newborn sleep in a swaddling loin-leaf stroked and sang
And his runaway beloved childlike laid in the acorned sand.

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