A cover (that doesn’t suck!) of a song by Depeche Mode.
I’ve always loved the wonderful work of ECM’s label designers: Barbara Wojirsch and Dieter Rehm.
Song included all this year in Jalfrezi Brothers sessions (I like their videos too!).
Et pour les marsellaises cliquez ici.
Autechre
12 Hour Radio Broadcast
02/03/2010
Tracklist:
001 - 00:00:00 - Public Enemy - Miuzi Weighs A Ton
002 - 00:03:30 - Keith LeBlanc + Tackhead - Object-Subject (Breakdown’s Not Enough)
003 - 00:08:20 - Mike Ink - Paroles (Autechre Repoles)
004 - 00:11:50 - Medium - Celsius (Rebuilt by Autechre)
005 - 00:13:40 - Palm Skin Productions - The Beast (Autechre Remix)
006 - 00:19:20 - Cygnus - Tis Thine The Kingdom
007 - 00:22:50 - Beaumont Hannant - Psi-Onyx (Psix Million Dollar Myx Oscar Goldman Bonus) [Ae Remix]
008 - 00:29:46 - Jaylib - The Heist
009 - 00:31:32 - Ultra Magnetic M.C.’s - Mentally Mad
010 - 00:34:00 - Skinny Boys - Feed Us The Beat
011 - 00:38:50 - Ultra Magnetic M.C.’s - Mentally Mad
012 - 00:43:00 - Gescom - Sciew - Spoc
013 - 00:48:00 - Tangerine Dream - Rubycon (Part One)
014 - 00:52:00 - Earth Leakage - Trip No Idea
015 - 01:02:10 - Schaft - SKF10047 (Ae Rmx)
016 - 01:07:20 - Gescom - Mag 3.1426 (Rmxd By Ae)
Complete here
the boys I mean are not refined
Music by Maiki (The Stalker, 2008) /Poem by E.E. Cummings
the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night
one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined
they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite
the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss
they speak whatever’s on their mind
they do whatever’s in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance
“I Believe in You” by Talk Talk (Spirit of Eden, 1988).
Hear it in my spirit
I’ve seen heroin for myself
On the street so young laying wasted
Enough ain’t it enough
Crippled world
I just can’t bring myself to see it starting
Tell me how I fear it
I buy prejudice for my health
Is it worth so much when you taste it
Enough there ain’t enough hidden hurt
A time to sell yourself
A time for passing
Spirit
How long
God is coming to town.
Béla Bartók ”Music For Strings, Percussion & Celesta Sz. 106, BB 114 (Adagio)”.
Listen and think about labyrinths.
