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Cruisin’ Down the Autobahn

If I ever find myself in a jet-black Lamborghini flying through the German highway system at absurd speeds, dodging through traffic like its my job; my knuckles white and my fingers slipping slightly on the smooth black steering wheel; my head being pushed farther and farther back into that luscious leather headrest; and, in the spirit of P.J. O’Rourke, a bottle of Chivas and a lovely lady at my fingertips, well, this is what would be blasting out of my crazy, bass-heavy Lambo speakers…

And read this article, it’s funny with a capital F…

John Frusciante & Josh Klinghoffer- The Afterglow
on A Sphere in the Heart of Silence (2004)

MSTRKRFT- The Looks
on The Looks (2006)
Aphex Twin- Ptolemy
on Selected Ambient Works 85-92 (1993)

Pendulum- The Terminal
on Hold Your Colour (2007)

Danger- 19h11
on 09/14/2007 (2007)

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Category: Electronica

Bad Dreams

Nightmares. Can’t sleep…..

An excerpt from Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein:

“I slept indeed, but I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised; I embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that i held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.

“I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.”

John Murphy- In the House-In a Heartbeat
on 28 Days Later: The Soundtrack (2003)

Portishead
- Mysterons
on Dummy (1994)
DJ Shadow- Stem/Long Stem
on Endtroducing… (1996)

Burial- Night Bus
on Burial
(2006)
Gravediggas- Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide
on 6 Feet Deep (1994)

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Category: Electronica, Hip hop, Rock

Rough Day on the Job

Broken glasses, slicing open your palm. Computers beeping at you, demanding another kiddie meal. The cubicle, 9am, Monday morning. And, of course, the boss. He who controls your life for 40 hours a week. Work has a tendency to suck. But if there’s one thing to take away from this playlist, it’s that there are worse things in the world than having a really lame job…

Murs-God’s Work
on The End of the Beginning (2003)

Mr. Lif- Live From The Plantation
on I Phantom (2003)

Aesop Rock- 9-5ers Anthem
on Labor Days (2001)

De La Soul- Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa
on De La Soul Is Dead (1991)

Cage- Too Heavy For Cherubs
on Hell’s Winter (2005)

Cunninlynguists- Mic Like a Memory
on Will Rap For Food (2005)

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Category: Hip hop

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]