
Little Bit Of Soul - Busted Onions
Pepper Snake - The Cactus Channel
Black Magic - WE//ARE//ANIMAL
She Could Love Forever - 12 Dirty Bullets
Left In The Gutter - Chicks Who Love Guns
On The Run - Toucan
Forever and A Day - Blind Arcade
Soldiers Kiss - Gramotones
Lessons - Dolphins
Love Rocket - New Killer Shoes
Rapture - Laura Veirs
Katang - Zun Zun Egui
Never Again - Step-Panther
I'm Going To Stop Pretending That I Didn't Break Your Heart - Eels
Cowboy Song - The Rubens
Oxbow Lake - Lost Cassettes
Tart Tart - Happy Mondays
Alien - Jez Kerr
The Radio Sings - Shell Suit
King Of The Sky - The Hippy Mafia
Funky Donkey - Beastie Boys
Six Days on the Road - Taj Mahal
Swallow Your Pill - Lost Weekends
Los Angeles - X
Indigo - Tin Lion
The Last Martian - The Pack A.D.
Blood Fever - The Chitticks
Baby Honey - TC and the Drop Bears
Wilder Penfield - Dead Sea Apes
Poem:
THE DAMP.
by John Donne
WHEN I am dead, and doctors know not why,
And my friends' curiosity
Will have me cut up to survey each part,
When they shall find your picture in my heart,
You think a sudden damp of love
Will thorough all their senses move,
And work on them as me, and so prefer
Your murder to the name of massacre,
Poor victories ; but if you dare be brave,
And pleasure in your conquest have,
First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain ;
And let th' enchantress Honour, next be slain ;
And like a Goth and Vandal rise,
Deface records and histories
Of your own arts and triumphs over men,
And without such advantage kill me then,
For I could muster up, as well as you,
My giants, and my witches too,
Which are vast Constancy and Secretness ;
But these I neither look for nor profess ;
Kill me as woman, let me die
As a mere man ; do you but try
Your passive valour, and you shall find then,
Naked you have odds enough of any man.
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