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Fontella Bass – I Want Everyone to Know

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i’m not going to throw superlatives around
just listen to this

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The Wild Reeds – Only Songs

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Gaius Valerius Catullus (c. 84 BCE – 54BCE)

Catallus lived intensely, he lived the high life, becoming a member
of the neoteric, or “new,” poets. Aesthetically radical (though politically
conservative), they followed an aesthetic programme explicitly opposed
to the heroic grandeur of epic, favouring instead the small-scale, exquisite
technique of the Alexandrian poet-scholar Callimachus.

And he didn’t hold back on delicacy or anything really …
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Written by Catullus
Translated from the Latin by Michael G. Donkin
(notes courtesy Brooklynrail)

Aurelius and Furius: little cocksuckers
I’ll fuck you up the ass
and stuff your mouths!
You who think
since my poems are delicate I’m less than chaste.
It’s well known that a poet who is devoted need not
be upstanding in his verses.
It’s clear that my lines are charming, witty.
Then what of it if they’re a tad soft
a bit shameless at times
so long as my readers get turned on?
Mind you I’m not talking about healthy boys, but hairy
old geezers who can’t get it up
by standard methods.
Yet you still think because
I’ve spoken of a good many kisses
I’m somehow less than a man?
Yeah, I’ll fuck you up the ass
and stuff it in your mouths.

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Catullus referred to his lover, Clodia Metelli as Lesbia
(not the Sapphic meaning)

Lesbia, I am mad:
my brain is entirely warped

by this project of adoring
and having you

and now it flies into fits
of hatred at the mere thought of your

doing well, and at the same time
it can’t help but seek what

is unimaginable–
your affection. This it will go on

hunting for, even if it
means my total and utter annihilation.

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poor boy

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the only redeeming feature of this lil song is it’s hook

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This one’s also for Kaitlyn, I hope it’s acceptable – and
a cat story from 19th c. Sligo courtesy of Willie Yeats
then 22 who was told “why cats were people in themselves.
In the beginning of the world every cat had ninepence.
He gave threepence to be able to see in the dark,
threepence to have nine lives, and the last threepence to
have a plate of milk everyday. Hence no gratitude might be
expected from a cat. They were merely carrying out a contract.”

No worries about writing Kait, it was good to hear from you
via Cori from the dark side … and if you have a choon to play
do so, as you used to on Pussyhound or Slutpuppy – and
Sonia sends her bestest regards and everyfink .. she is up
to her floppy ears in real life workin’ and lovin’ – a heady mixture
tho’ she will write when she surfaces again. Promise.

Anna Tivel – Dust and Magic

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This just came out after years at the bottom of a playlist
needs to be aired, just has to …/

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Sit down, shurrup and let this play

Laura Marling – Saved These Words

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She’s got a touch of the Lily Allen’s about her

Ruby the RabbitFoot – Do Me Right

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Tanya Davis – Art

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bin dithering about putting this on but then I listened a few more times
and conscience delicately roared, ah, fuck it … so here it is

Molly Burch – Wild
(says it all)

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A Youth in Haste
by: Callimachus (c. 310-240 B.C.)
translated by H. W. Tytler

A Youth, in haste, to Mitylene came,
And anxious, thus reveal’d his am’rous flame
To Pittacus the wife; O sacred Sire,
For two fair nymphs I burn with equal fire,
One lovely maid in rank and wealth like me,
But one superior, and of high degree.
Since both return my love, and each invites
To celebrate with her the nuptial rites,
Perplex’d with doubts, for sage advice I come:
Whom shall I wed? ‘Tis you must fix my doom.
So spake th’ impatient youth; th’ attentive sage
Rais’d the support of his declining age,
An ancient staff; and pointing to the ground
Where sportive striplings lash’d their tops around
With eager strokes; let yonder boys, he cry’d,
Solve the dispute, and your long doubts decide.
The youth drew nigh, and listen’d with surprize,
Whilst from the laughing crowd these words arise,
“Let equal tops with equal tops contend.”
The boys prevail’d, and soon the contest end.
The youth departing shun’d the wealthy dame,
And chose th’ inferior maid to quench his flame.

Go thou, my friend, obey the sage, and lead
An equal beauty to thy nuptial bed.

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have always loved this so it’s hard to how what another would think …/

Sinead Lohan – Clearly Undefined

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Like this better than the original Shania Twain song
Your Still The One

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This lil rekkid just jumps out
couldn’t resist thrusting it your way

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