WORLD PLAYLIST

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WORLD PLAYLIST

  1. SET THE WORLD ON FIRE – DAVID BOWIE
  2. THIS BLUE WORLD – ELBOW
  3. WILD WORLD – THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
  4. WHEN THE WORLD IS RUNNING DOWN – THE POLICE
  5. A WORLD WITHOUT LOVE – PETER & DAVID
  6. ANOTHER WORLD – RICHARD HELL & THE VOIDOIDS
  7. ANOTHER WORLD – COMSAT ANGELS
  8. ANYWHERE OUT THE WORLD – DEAD CAN DANCE
  9. BEAUTIFUL WORLD – ARCHIVE
  10. BEAT IN THE WORLD – DR.FEELGOOD
  11. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS – ROBERT PALMER
  12. BLACK & WHITE WORLD – ELVIS COSTELLO
  13. CAN’T LIVE WITH THE WORLD – LAURA MVULA
  14. CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD – YOUNG MARBLE GIANTS
  15. DANDY IN THE UNDERWORLD – T.REX
  16. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE WESTWORLD – THEATRE OF HATE
  17. FREE WORLD – KIRSTY MCCOLL
  18. GREEN WORLD -LEMONGRASS
  19. HARVEST FOR THE WORLD – ISLEY BROTHERS
  20. THE ASPHALT WORLD – SUEDE

HOUSE WIFI IS DOWN SO TETHERED MY LAPTOP ETC TO MY PHONE… AND RAN OUT OF DATA… AS EVER DEALING WITH ANY ORGANISATION ON LINE OR ON THE PHONE IS FRAUGHT WITH PROBLEMS… THE WORLD CAN STOP, I WANT TO GET OFF!

Dale ‘M’

LEGEND

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LEGEND

OUR LOVE IS LEGEND,

ACROSS THE MILLENNIA…

CASSIOPEIA QUAKES

IN THE WAKE OF YOUR BEAUTY!

 

AND WE SHALL BE AGAIN,

AS ALWAYS, OVER AND OVER,

‘TIL WE HONE OUR CONJUNCTION,

AND BECOME ONE…

ASCENDED MASTER AT LAST.

 

BUT NOW, YOU PHASE IN AND OUT,

TIME SCALES AND SLIPS,

AND YOUR REALITY

STRUGGLES TO MAINTAIN THIS…

AND I’M LEFT WITH A DISTANT FLAVOUR…

YOUR LEGEND READS SAVIOUR.

 

DALE BELOVED HALF OF THE WHOLE ‘M’

SHAKE PLAYLIST

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SHAKE PLAYLIST

  1. SHAKE AND SHIVER – YELLO
  2. HIPPY HIPPY SHAKE – SWINGING BLUE JEANS
  3. SHAKIN ALL OVER – JOHNNY KIDD & THE PIRATES
  4. SHAKE APPEAL – THE STOOGES
  5. SHAKE OFF THE GHOSTS – SIMPLE MINDS
  6. FINAL SHAKEDOWN – GROOVE ARMADA
  7. SHAKE THAT SHIMMY – PORN KINGS V FLIP & FILL
  8. BLOODSHAKE – PEACE
  9. SHAKIN STREET – MC5
  10. SHAKER OBSESSION – LEFTFIELD
  11. SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER -JAMES & BOBBY PURIFY
  12. SHAKE THE TREE – INXS
  13. HELP ME SHAKE IT – GRAHAM PARKER & THE RUMOUR
  14. SHAKE – THE GOLDEN FILTER
  15. SHAKE LIKE JUDY SAYS – FURNITURE
  16. CASE OF THE SHAKES – DR. FEELGOOD
  17. SHAKE THE DISEASE – DEPECHE MODE
  18. SHAKE IT – DAVID BOWIE
  19. SHIVER AND SHAKE – THE CURE
  20. SHAKE BREAK BOUNCE – CHEMICAL BROTHERS

JUST SHAKIN IT UP…

DALE ‘M’

 

OWN PLAYLIST

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OWN PLAYLIST

  1. On Your Own – The Verve
  2. Get On Your Own – Buzzcocks
  3. Legend In your Own Time – Carly Simon
  4. Tears Dry on Their Own – Amy Winehouse
  5. You Don’t Own The Road – the Kills
  6. On Your Own – Blur
  7. My Own Strange Path – M83
  8. Left To My Own Devices – Pet Shop Boys
  9. Life On Your Own- Human League
  10. Sadness Don’t Own Me – The Staves
  11. Go Your Own Way – Dutch Uncles
  12. Go Your Own Way – Fleetwood Mac
  13. Nobody’s Fault But my own – Beck
  14. My Own Tune – Katzenjammer
  15. Stranger In My own Skin – Babyshambles
  16. Mind Your Own Business- Delta 5
  17. Always On My own – Cat Power
  18. A Love Of my own – Carla Thomas
  19. All My Own Stunts – Artic Monkeys
  20. I’ll Drown In My Own Tears – Spencer Davis Group

one year ago,My little girl Amy and her beautiful Baby, Phoenix, Have a new flat… A Place of their own. Such an exciting time for them! So Many things to do… So much to look forward to…

Good Luck Girls!

Dale.

IN PLAYLIST

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IN PLAYLIST

  1. SAFETY IN NUMBERS – THE ADVERTS
  2. PEOPLE IN THE CITY – AIR
  3. IN UNDERTOW – ALVVAYS
  4. IN MY BED – AMY WINEHOUSE
  5. CASTLES IN SPAIN – ARMOURY SHOW
  6. TOCCATA AND FUGUE IN D MINOR – BACH
  7. PLUG IT IN – BASEMENT JAXX
  8. IN MY LIFE – THE BEATLES
  9. IN THE FLESH – BLONDIE
  10. THE ‘IN’ CROWD – BRYAN FERRY
  11. COUNT ME IN – CELLOPHANE FLOWERS
  12. IN OUR ANGELHOOD – COCTEAU TWINS
  13. BREAKFAST IN BED – DUSTY SPRINGFIELD
  14. YOU ARE IN MY VISION – TUBEWAY ARMY
  15. MOON IN YOUR MOUTH – GOLDFRAPP
  16. SHE COMES IN THE FALL – INSPIRAL CARPETS
  17. IN THE CITY – THE JAM
  18. WALKED IN LINE – JOY DIVISION
  19. THE MAN WITH THE CHILD IN HIS EYES – KATE BUSH
  20. IN THE BATH – LEMON JELLY
  21. IN MY SECRET LIFE – LEONARD COHEN
  22. IN SEARCH OF LOST INNOCENCE – LISA GERRARD
  23. IN CHURCH – M83
  24. DRIVING IN MY CAR – MADNESS
  25. IN THE MIDNIGHT – WILSON PICKETT
  26. IN MY HEART – MOBY
  27. ROME WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY – MORCHEEBA
  28. FLOWERS IN THE RAIN – THE MOVE
  29. TROUBLE IN MIND – NINA SIMONE
  30. IN BLOOM – NIRVANA
  31. IM IN LOVE WITH A GERMAN FILM STAR – THE PASSIONS
  32. KILLED IN THE RUSH – PENETRATION
  33. LOST IN ART – PERE UBU
  34. RAIN IN THE COUNTRY – PINK FLOYD
  35. TASTE IN MEN – PLACEBO
  36. SPIRITS IN A MATERIAL WORLD – POLICE
  37. BRASS IN POCKET – PRETENDERS
  38. THIEVES IN THE TEMPLE – PRINCE
  39. THERE’S A GHOST IN MY HOUSE – R DEAN TAYLOR
  40. YOU’RE IN THE AIR – REM
  41. IN LIMBO – RADIOHEAD
  42. IN THE MORNING – TOURISTS
  43. SOMEBODY’S GONNA GET THEIR HEAD KICKED IN – THE REZILLOS
  44. IN A RUT – THE RUTS
  45. WHEN IN LOVE – SAVAGES
  46. ANARCHY IN THE UK – SEX PISTOLS
  47. LIFE IN A DAY – SIMPLE MINDS
  48. LOVE IN A VOID – SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES
  49. DRIVE- IN SATURDAY – DAVID BOWIE
  50. I BELIEVE IN YOU – NEIL YOUNG

TRYING TO KEEP BUSY, TO KEEP THE SADNESS AWAY… BUT MOST MUSIC MAKES ME CRY, SO THIS A PROJECT IN AVERSION THERAPY…. WITH LUCK IT WILL STOP RAINING AND I CAN GO FISHING.

IN IS A DIFFICULT LIST BECAUSE I HAD 7,000 SONGS TO CHOOSE FROM, HENCE ITS 50 LONG.

ENJOY.

DALE ‘M’

OUT PLAYLIST

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OUT PLAYLIST

  1. OUT ON THE FLOOR – DOBIE GRAY
  2. SCHOOL’S OUT – ALICE COOPER
  3. ALL CRIED OUT – ALISON MOYET
  4. WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE – THE ANIMALS
  5. WE CAN WORK IT OUT – THE BEATLES
  6. OUT OF TIME – BLUR
  7. BLACKOUT – DAVID BOWIE
  8. OUT OF CONTROL – CHEMICAL BROTHERS
  9. A KISSED OUT RED FLOATBOAT – COCTEAU TWINS
  10. ELEVEN MILES OUT – DOVES
  11. STEPPING OUT – THE FALL
  12. REACH OUT (I’LL BE THERE) – FOUR TOPS
  13. TURN OUT THE LIGHT – JOAN ARMATRADING
  14. I’M STEPPING OUT – JOHN LENNON
  15. OUT OF SPACE – KASABIAN
  16. BLEED IT OUT – LINKIN PARK
  17. SPIT IT OUT – THE MACABEES
  18. LOVER OF OUTRAGE – PENETRATION
  19. OUT OF TOWN – THE SKIDS
  20. SPIT IT OUT – SLAVES

 

STUCK INSIDE WITH THE UNEXPECTED RAIN, DAMN YOUR PISS POOR WEATHER FORECAST BBC! SO HERE’S AN OUT LIST.

DALE ‘M’

POETS FOR THE DAY ARCHIVE

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SORROWS OF THE MOON

Tonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness,
And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest;
While drifting off to sleep, a tentative caress
Seeks, with a gentle hand, the contour of her breast;

As on a crest above her silken avalanche,
Dying, she yields herself to an unending swoon,
And sees a pallid vision everywhere she’d glance,
In the azure sky where blossoms have been strewn.

When sometime, in her weariness, upon her sphere
She might permit herself to sheda furtive tear,
A poet of great piety, a foe of sleep,

Catches in the hollow of his hand that tear,
An opal fragment, iridescent as a star;
Within his heart, far from the sun, it’s buried deep.

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE


The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose –
But were always a rose.

Robert Frost

He Is More Than A Hero

 

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes–
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you — he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can’

speak — my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,

hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body

and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn’t far from me

 

Sappho

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly,
And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.
Which was the real—the butterfly or the man ?
Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?
The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea
Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream.
The man, raising melons outside the green gate of the city,
Was once the Prince of the East Hill.
So must rank and riches vanish.
You know it, still you toil and toil,—what for?
Chuang Tzu And The Butterfly
Li Po


 

PICTURE OF CHILDHOOD

Elbowing our way, we run.
Someone is being beaten up in the market.
You wouldn’t want to miss it!
We pick up speed, racing to the uproar,
scooping up water in our felt boots
and forgetting to wipe our sniffles.

And stood stock-still. In our little hearts something tightened,
when we saw how the ring of sheepskin coats,
fur coats, hooded coats, was contracting,
how he stood up near the green vegetable stall
with his head pulled into his shoulders from the hail
of jabs, kicks, spitting, slaps in the face.

Suddenly someone from the right by the handcart
pushed his teeth in,
Suddenly someone from the left bashed his forehead with a
chunk of ice.
Blood appeared-and then they started in, in earnest.
All piled up in a heap they began to scream together,
pounding with sticks, reins,
and linchpins out of wheels.

In vain he wheezed to them: ‘Mates,
you’re my mates-what’s the matter? ‘
The mob wanted to settle accounts fully.
The mob was deaf with rage.
The mob grumbled at those who weren’t putting their boots in,
and they trampled something that looked like a body
into the spring snow that was turning into mud.

They beat him up with relish. With ingenuity. Juicy.
I saw how skillfully and precisely
one man kept putting the boots in,
boots with greasy flaps on them,
right under the belt of the man who was down,
smothered in mud and dungy water.

Their owner, a guy with an honest enough mug,
very proud of his high principles,
was saying with each kick: ‘Don’t try your tricks with us! ‘
booting him deliberately, with the utmost conviction,
and, sweat pouring, with a red face, he jovially called to me:
‘Come on, youngster, get in it! ‘

I can’t remember-how many there were, making a din,
beating him up.
It may have been a hundred, it may have been more,
but I, just a boy, wept for shame.
And if a hundred are beating somebody up,
howling in a frenzy-even if for a good cause-
I will never make one hundred and one!

YEVGENY YETUSHENKO -1932 – 2017


FOR JOHNNY POLE ON A FORGOTTEN BEACH

In his tenth July some instinct
taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.
He rode on the lip that buoyed him there
and buckled him under. The beach was strung
with children paddling their ages in,
under the glare of noon chipping
its light out. He stood up, anonymous
and straight among them, between
their sand pails and nursery crafts.
The breakers cartwheeled in and over
to puddle their toes and test their perfect
skin. He was my brother, my small
Johnny brother, almost ten. We flopped
down upon a towel to grind the sand
under us and watched the Atlantic sea
move fire, like night sparklers;
and lost our weight in the festival
season. He dreamed, he said, to be
a man designed like a balanced wave…
how someday he would wait, giant
and straight.
Johnny, your dream moves summers
inside my mind.
He was tall and twenty that July,
but there was no balance to help;
only the shells came straight and even.
This was the first beach of assault;
the odor of death hung in the air
like rotting potatoes, the junkyard
of landing craft waited open and rusting.
The bodies were strung out as if they were
still reaching for each other, where they lay
to blacken, to burst through their perfect
skin. And Johnny Pole was one of them.
He gave in like a small wave, a sudden
hole in his belly and the years all gone
where the Pacific noon chipped its light out.
Like a bean bag, outflung, head loose
and anonymous, he lay. Did the sea move fire
for its battle season? Does he lie there
forever, where his rifle waits, giant
and straight?…I think you die again
and live again,
Johnny, each summer that moves inside
my mind.

ANNE SEXTON


Toads

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison –
Just for paying a few bills!
That’s out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-
They don’t end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
they seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets – and yet
No one actually starves.

Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that’s the stuff
That dreams are made on:

For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,

And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.

I don’t say, one bodies the other
One’s spiritual truth;
But I do say it’s hard to lose either,
When you have both.

by Philip Larkin


ALONE

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

MAYA ANGELOU


LOSS AND  GAIN

When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW


HENRY V

 

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.


BEAUTY XXV

And a poet said, ‘Speak to us of Beauty.’

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say, ‘Beauty is kind and gentle.

Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.’

And the passionate say, ‘Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.’

The tired and the weary say, ‘beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.’

But the restless say, ‘We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.’

At night the watchmen of the city say, ‘Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.’

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, ‘we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.’

In winter say the snow-bound, ‘She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.’

And in the summer heat the reapers say, ‘We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.’

All these things have you said of beauty.

Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

But you are life and you are the veil.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

KAHLIL GIBRAN


A Star Without a Name

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.

 

Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.

 

So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.

 

That’s how you came here, like a star

without a name. Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights.

Rumi


TIME

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea?

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY


Celestial Music

I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
She thinks someone listens in heaven.
On earth she’s unusually competent.
Brave too, able to face unpleasantness.

We found a caterpillar dying in the dirt, greedy ants crawling over it.
I’m always moved by disaster, always eager to oppose vitality
But timid also, quick to shut my eyes.
Whereas my friend was able to watch, to let events play out
According to nature. For my sake she intervened
Brushing a few ants off the torn thing, and set it down
Across the road.

My friend says I shut my eyes to God, that nothing else explains
My aversion to reality. She says I’m like the child who
Buries her head in the pillow
So as not to see, the child who tells herself
That light causes sadness-
My friend is like the mother. Patient, urging me
To wake up an adult like herself, a courageous person-

In my dreams, my friend reproaches me. We’re walking
On the same road, except it’s winter now;
She’s telling me that when you love the world you hear celestial music:
Look up, she says. When I look up, nothing.
Only clouds, snow, a white business in the trees
Like brides leaping to a great height-
Then I’m afraid for her; I see her
Caught in a net deliberately cast over the earth-

In reality, we sit by the side of the road, watching the sun set;
From time to time, the silence pierced by a birdcall.
It’s this moment we’re trying to explain, the fact
That we’re at ease with death, with solitude.
My friend draws a circle in the dirt; inside, the caterpillar doesn’t move.
She’s always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image
Capable of life apart from her.
We’re very quiet. It’s peaceful sitting here, not speaking, The composition
Fixed, the road turning suddenly dark, the air
Going cool, here and there the rocks shining and glittering-
It’s this stillness we both love.
The love of form is a love of endings.

John Donne


Summer Dawn 

My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid’s hair
points the water’s drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.

I only,
I didn’t have flu.

Spike Milligan


Everyone Sang
BY SIEGFRIED SASSOON
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on – on – and out of sight.

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.


 

Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn’t exist. Do I have any
share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? Does my blood’s ebb and flow
change with their changes? Let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.

Rainer Maria Rilke


Despair

Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?
The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?
The love that goes down the drain like spit?
The love that said forever, forever
and then runs you over like a truck?
Are you a prayer that floats into a radio advertisement?
Despair,
I don’t like you very well.
You don’t suit my clothes or my cigarettes.
Why do you locate here
as large as a tank,
aiming at one half of a lifetime?
Couldn’t you just go float into a tree
instead of locating here at my roots,
forcing me out of the life I’ve led
when it’s been my belly so long?

All right!
I’ll take you along on the trip
where for so many years
my arms have been speechless

 by Anne Sexton

LIE PLAYLIST

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LIE PLAYLIST

SO HE BEGINS TO LIE – BLOC PARTY

I JUST CAN’T LIVE A LIE – CARRIE UNDERWOOD

CAUGHT IN A LIE – CHASTITY BELT

IT’S ALL A LIE – CLAN OF XYMOX

THIS IS A LIE – THE CURE

A LITTLE LIE – DAVID GAHAN

TELLING LIES – DAVID BOWIE

23 LIES – DEATH IN VEGAS

LONG-TIME LIES – DEPECHE MODE

LITTLE LIES – FLEETWOOD MAC

BABY DON’T YOU LIE TO ME – THE FRATELLIS

THE LAMB LIES DOWN IN BROADWAY – GENESIS

A LIE GETS HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD – GRAHAM PARKER AND THE RUMOUR

THE BIGGEST LIE – HUSKER DU

LIMITS LIE – JAMIE T

I CAN’T LIE TO MYSELF – JOAN ARMATRADING

THE EVER-CHANGING SPECTRUM OF A LIE – THE JOY FORMIDABLE

BIG STRIPEY LIE – KATE BUSH

I LIED I LOVE YOU – LONGPIGS

DISCO LIES – MOBY

SWEET LIES – ROBERT PALMER

DON’T LIE TO ME – ROLLING STONES

WHITE LIES – STEALING SHEEP

DON’T LIE – VAMPIRE WEEKEND

 

LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE… ALL THREE ARE ASLEEP. BLESS

Dale ‘M’