Playlist:
Thrown - Kiasmos
Pink Skin - Twin Ponies
Art on 45 - Royal Family and the Poor
India - Boombox
Cement City - Negratempo
Melt Close - Section 25
Brain Rocket (and the Evolution of Turtles) - The Girobabies
Call Me Honey - Swamp Children
Mountains - Boys Boys Boys
Monkeys - I Am Kloot
New Wave - Kittentank
Love Grows - Look It's The Gaze
Leaves - Bass Drum of Death
Village Hustle - Jungle Fire
Kicks - Sickboy
Wired - I Break Horses
Lovin Horns - Panic Button
Thin Ice - The Durutti Column
Poem:
My November Guest
by Robert Frost
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
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