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Especially When The October Wind…

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water’s speeches.

(intro: U2 – October)
01 Tuxedomoon – Victims Of The Dance
02 Young Marble Giants – Music For Evenings
03 Damon & Naomi – Blue Moon
04 Piano Magic – Snowfall Soon
05 The Church – Roman
06 Mass – Ill
07 Nico – The Fairest Of The Seasons
08 Dream Syndicate – Halloween
09 Violent Femmes – Hallowed Ground
(intermezzo: John Lurie – Hypnotize The Lizard)
10 Vangelis – Chromatique
11 Johnny Dowd – Shipwreck
12 Current 93 – All The Pretty Little Horses
13 Comsat Angels – Birdman
14 Peter Gabriel – Red Rain
15 Sixteen Horsepower – Harm’s Way
16 Isobel Campbell – October Sky
17 Gallon Drunk – The Exit Sign
18 Echo & The Bunnymen – All My Colours
19 Giant Sand – Dirty From The Rain
20 Cousteau – Heavy Weather
(intermezzo: John Lurie – Dream Elaine Driving)
21 Marlene Dietrich – Wenn Der Sommer Wieder Einzieht
22 Lonesome Wyatt & The Holy Spooks – October 1347
23 Mick Harvey – October Boy
24 Black Box Recorder – English Motorway System
25 Tom Waits – 9th & Hennepin
26 David Sylvian – Wanderlust
27 The Blazers – Wooden Ring
(outro: Joe Henry – Tomorrow Is October)

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour’s word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow’s signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven’s sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea’s side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

/Dylan Marlais Thomas/