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When it all ends up …

The trees were draped with an astonishing assortment of household goods: jackets, tires, chairs, bicycles. It became something of a contest to see who could find the most amazing item in the branches. Except for an occasional Humvee full of National Guard members and some Spanishspeaking workers, we were the only people in the area. It was eerily still. (A New Orleans Times-Democrat account of the Mississippi flood of 1882 described this sort of post-diluvian silence as “the quiet of dissolution.”) Near the town of Empire, two fishing boats, the Sea Falcon and the Sea Wolf, both a hundred and fifty feet long, had landed across all four lanes of Highway 23. – Watermark

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Cowpunk vs. Mother earth. 2010.

01. Eli et PapillonUne chanson pour tout dire
(Demo 2010)
02. Neil YoungHeart Of Gold
Harvest (1990)
03. Creedence Clearwater RevivalBefore You Accuse Me
Cosmo’s Factory (1970)
04. Holly GolightlyMother Earth
Slowly but Surely (Damaged Goods, 2004)
05. The Black KeysDo the Rump
The Big Come Up (Alive Records, 2002)
06. Reverend Horton HeatMarijuana
Holy Roller (Sub Pop, 1999)
07. Jimi HendrixCrying Blue Rain
Valleys Of Neptune (2010)
08. The CoralDreaming of you
The Coral (2003)

note: It’s burning summer blues, cowpunk. Something slow, but not mellow. Blues but not sad. Slow burn, perfect to listen while fighting 4 pounds of crawfish and a big cup of sweetened tea. Maybe yelling at TV for all the wrong things that goes on in the world. The war, the oil spill, the recession, neighbor’s dog and the clunking fridge.

see also: Cow punk
image: mickiky

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Category: Rock

Sometimes I Rhyme Slow

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: moS.nap

It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it that we realized the old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers, far from being subverted, had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed.
Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us, replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.
His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before, scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt.

Richard Siken,  Little Beast.

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Category: Hip hop

Summer of Contempt

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From far away. Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
- The strangler.

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Summer 2010. It’s not a good year, but we stick together.

01. Alternative TVNasty Little Lonely
The Image Has Cracked (Anagram Punk UK, 1978)
02. Siouxsie and the BansheesSwitch
The Scream (1978)
03. The StranglersGolden Brown
Greatest Hits 1977-1990 (1991)
04. Wire - Fragile
Pink Flag (Restless Records, 1977)
05. The AdvertsNewboys
Crossing the Red Sea with The Adverts (Fire UK, 2002)
06. The DamnedNew Rose
Damned Damned Damned (Stiff, 1977)
07. The StranglersEuropean Female
Greatest Hits 1977-1990 (1991)
08. The FeeliesCrazy Rhythms
Crazy Rhythms (Bar None, 2009)
09. The JamSmithers-Jones
The Sound Of The Jam (2002)

Ah, sorry guys, been a little slow. I am trying to keep up. How about something to play for hot summer afternoon? I collected few early punk and new wave. That distinct British sound from late 70′s. I like them when it click, specially the melody and lyrics. “Every time just like the last // On her ship tied to the mast // To distant lands // Takes both my hands // Never a frown with golden brown” It can sing in my head over and over again softly like a lullaby. (Or maybe it’s the heat stroke.) Who says punk is all harsh. The root is all folks, songs, and blues, the things that children will sing for ages to come to fend off bad time.

Anyway, explore the web, entertain yourself while I am sorting up stuff. This can take a while, Moka will hold down the fort, so be nice to her.

see also: new wave, punk
image: Punk ‘n’ Love by ~tingfinder

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Category: Rock

Ella fue (She was the one)

Photo: Julia Galdo.

Now that I am no longer a hyperbolic youth able to make love to you 37 times an afternoon, perhaps my odes are better in recompense.
Here is a semitransparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it. Step inside the lightbulb of my fermentation, Aphrodite, and tell me of the heating ducts of your day.
Put your eyelash on my pillow, I will do whatever you say.

- Dean Young.

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Category: Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Soul

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]