Playlist:
Boondigga - Fat Freddy's Drop
Hollywood - Hunter Green
Circuits - The Ventriloquists
Plastic Factory - Captain Beefheart
St. Peter - Gaoler's Daughter
Shades - The Chameleons
Violation - The Boscos
The Last Fool - Orgone
Catch a Fire - Mojo Juju and the Snake Oil Merchants
Firestarter - Jungle Fire
Mi Gente - LABJACD
Living the Circle - The Child of Lov
Two Sides of the Truth - Public Opinion Afro Orchestra
Unrecognizable Blues - Designer Mutts
A Good Idea - Sugar
Hydraulic Bottlejacks - Andy Whitaker
Mesosphere - Letters to Fiesta
City Lights - DeLix
Under The Wave - The Hyena Kill
Poem:
A Fever
John Donne
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember, thou wast one.
But yet thou canst not die, I know;
To leave this world behind, is death,
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapours with thy breath.
Or if, when thou, the world’s soul, go`st,
It stay, ’tis but thy carcase then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
Oh wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her fever might be it ?
And yet she cannot waste by this,
Nor long bear this torturing wrong,
For much corruption needful is
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soon spent.
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are unchangeable firmament.
Yet ’twas of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever.
For I had rather owner be
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
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