KBYD June 22, 2010

Playlist:

[Band - Track]

(Pre-show: Suzuki Method - Anytime)

Jaguar Jones - Auto-Destruct
Kitten Tank - Cool Moon
Black Swan Lane - I Can't Save you
Miniature Tigers - Cannibal Queen
Bad Wolf - Oh No Ego
Myth & Tropics - She's Medieval
Maps and Atlases - Solid Ground
Ramona Falls - I Say Fever
Black Swan Lane - Twist
Sebastian Dangerfield - Locked Doors
Zero:State - Controlled By The Fear
Bear In Heaven - Wholehearted Mess

(Post-show)
We Are Animal - 1268
Friends of the Family - Nosey Neighbors
Miniature Tigers - Gold Skull
Suzuki Method - What We Do's Not Secret



Poems:

Leda and the Swan
William Butler Yeats

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?


The Wild Swans At Coole
William Butler Yeats

THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?