Girl Germs – 4/13

Ain’t You – LiLiPUT

Get Lit – 7 Year Bitch

Crash – Lunachicks

Rah! Rah! Replica – Bikini Kill

Forever Fired (Live at 924 Gilman) – Excuse 17

Repulsion – Quasi (this band has badass drummer Janet Weiss of Sleater-Kinney)

Pretty You Ugly – eX-Girl

You’re Standing On My Neck – Splendora

-mic break-

Sticks & Stones – Thee Heatcoatees

Little Babies – Sleater-Kinney

Purr –  Sonic Youth

I Wanna Eat Choco Bars – Shonen Knife

Hit Me – The Sounds

Dog – Emily Haines

No Evolution – Orenda Fink

-mic break-

White Bread, Brown Bread – Matthew Herbert

Waste Land – Matthew Herbert

The Wasteland – T. S. Eliot

Seven Days – Azure Ray

DemiRep – Bikini Kill

Hunter – Bjork

Silently – Blonde Redhead

Bipolar – Blonde Redhead

Speak for Me – Cat Power

Seneca Falls – The Distillers

The Charing Sky – Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins

Monster Hospital – Metric

Water and Sleep – Mirah

Gone Sugaring – Mirah

Monkey Gone to Heaven – Pixies

All Medicated Geniuses – Pretty Girls Make Graves

Maintenant – Rupa & the April Fishes

One More Night (Your Ex-Lover Remains Dead) – Stars

Back in Your Head – Tegan & Sara

Balloon Man – Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

Highly Flammable – X-Ray Spex

II. A Game of Chess
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
80 From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
In vials of ivory and colored glass,
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid–troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odors; stirred by the air
90 That freshened from the window, these ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantle was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
100 So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
“Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the world enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
110 Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
‘My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
‘Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.’
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
‘What is that noise?’
The wind under the door.
‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’
120 Nothing again nothing.
‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?’
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag–
It’s so elegant
130 So intelligent
‘What shall I do now? What shall I do?’
‘I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
‘With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
‘What shall we ever do?’
The hot water at ten.
And, if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said–
140 I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert.
He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time.
And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
150 Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.
Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
161 The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said.
What you get married for if you don’t want children?
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot–
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
171 Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

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