DEAR GOD, PLEASE GO FUCK YOURSELF [2014.03.09] (by Tony Justerini)
RÁDIO ETIÓPIA PODCAST DEAR GOD, PLEASE GO FUCK YOURSELF by Tony Justerini 2014.03.09
01. Dakota Suite & Emanuele Errante - Away From This Silence (00.20) 02. Nick Drake – Way To Blue (03.45) 03. Olafur Arnalds – Never Alone (06.35) 04. Christina Vantzou - Little Darlin Seize the Sun (08.35) 05. Mario Cesariny – You Are Welcome to Elsinore (10.25) 06. Rodrigo Leao & Vox Ensemble – Amatorius (11.20) 07. Rodrigo Leao – Alma Mater (12.55) 08. Nils Frahm - In the sky and on the ground (17.45) 09. Noiserve – Um Fim ( Jose Saramago )(18.18) 10. Nils Frahm - I would like to think (18.30) 11. This Will Destroy You – Hand Powdered (22.30) 12. Mimi Goese – Fire and Roses (29.20) 13. Klaus Schulze & Lisa Gerrard – The Da Warsaw Code (34.00) 14. Spain – You and I (42.05) 15. Hector Zazou – Youth (46.25) 16. Lisa Gerrard – Go Forward (51.45) 17. Fabrizio Paterlini – My Piano, the Clouds (55.05) 18. Dawn Landes – Diamond Rivers (57.35) 19. Lowercase Noises – I Need Thee (59.35) 20. Klaus Schulze & Lisa Gerrard – Voices of Weilun (01.02.40) 21. David Sylvian – Blackwater (01.10.00) 22. Andrea Schroeder - Helden (01.14.15)
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you are welcome to elsinore
Between us and words there’s molten metal between us and words there are spinning propellers that can kill us ravish us wrench from our inner depths the most worthwhile secret between us and words there are burning profiles spaces full of people with their backs turned tall poisonous flowers closed doors and stairs and ticking clocks and seated children waiting for their time and their precipice
Along the walls in which we live there are words of life words of death there are vast words that wait for us and other, fragile words that have stopped waiting there are words lit up like boats and there are words that are men, words that conceal their secret and their position
Between us and words, without a sound, the hands and walls of Elsinore
And there are words of night words that are moans illegible words that rise to our lips diamond words unwritten words words that can’t be written because here we don’t have any violin strings we don’t have all the world’s blood or the air’s whole embrace and the arms of lovers write high overhead far beyond the blue where they rust and die maternal words just shadow just sobbing just spasms just love just solitude’s dissolution
Between us and words those who are walled in, and between us and words our duty to speak