KBYD March 14, 2013

Playlist:

Show archive

Eighty Eight - Working For A Nuclear Free City
Bambi - Suuns
Motown - 12 Dirty Bullets
Did You Pay Cash for That Panic Attack? - Royal Chant
Lassie - Doc Holliday Takes the Shotgun
Kiss The Wine - Autumn Owls
My Little Darlin' - The Ventriloquists
Foolin' - Afrolicious
Moving Forward - Arise Roots
OneStepBeyond - Zoom-B
Tsunami - The Rugged Nuggets
Berlin - OhBoy!
Say Serenity - Broken Anchor
Put it Out - Professor Yaffle
Under the Lights - Donora
The Escapist - Silver Grenade
Stuck With This - Tarmac Adam
On The Run - De Stijl
Kiss And Make It Better - The Balcony Stars
Packing Blankets - Eels


Poem:

from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question....
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.