If Looks Could Kill - Seven Saturdays
Ask For The Moon (Adam Suzuki Remix) - Suzuki Method
I Don't Want To Live With Monkeys - The Higsons
Alien - Jez Kerr
Bootsy - A Certain Ratio
Flight of the Ancients - The Shaolin Afronauts
Firewalker - Jungle Fire
Fight in the Nocturnal House - No Art
Lockdown - Johnny Marr
Knves - Ballerina Black
So Young - The London Suede
Careering - Public Image Ltd.
The Friend Catcher - The Birthday Party
Medium - The Brutal Poodles
Blodtørst - Kvelertak
Roll My Head Around - Otis Heat
Poor Boy - Split Enz
Out of Light - The Black Seeds
Comin' Home Baby - Mel Torme
Float Bridges - Working For A Nuclear Free City
Poem:
A Sybil
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Long before our time they called her old,
But she'd walk down the same road every day.
Her age became too much to say
In years — and, like a forest's, would be told
In centuries. She comes to stand at dusk —
Her spot each time the same — and to foretell.
She is a hollow, wrinkled husk,
Dark as a fire-gutted citadel.
She has to turn her flock of talking loose
Or it will grow too crowded to relieve.
Flapping and screaming, words are flying all
Around her. Then, returning home to roost,
They find a perch beneath her eyebrows' eaves,
And in that shadow wait for night to fall.
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