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At Night My Heart

Alexi Murdoch - At Night My Heart - CARDINAL SESSIONS (Haldern Pop Special)

 

Alexi Murdoch is a british singer-songwriter who only released two albums to date. They are awesome, though. He performed two new songs that will be on his upcoming album for us in the fields at Haldern Pop Festival. This one is called "At Night My Heart".

In August of 2014, we've been in the lovely little town Haldern that hosts a festival since 1984. We recorded a festival special. Make sure to check all the other bands out.

Thom Gunn - On The Move

The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows

Some hidden purpose, and the gust of birds

That spurts across the field, the wheeling swallows,

Has nested in the trees and undergrowth.

Seeking their instinct, or their poise, or both,

One moves with an uncertain violence

Under the dust thrown by a baffled sense

Or the dull thunder of approximate words.

 

On motorcycles, up the road, they come:

Small, black, as flies hanging in heat, the Boys,

Until the distance throws them forth, their hum

Bulges to thunder held by calf and thigh.

In goggles, donned impersonality,

In gleaming jackets trophied with the dust,

They strap in doubt – by hiding it, robust –

And almost hear a meaning in their noise.

 

Exact conclusion of their hardiness

Has no shape yet, but from known whereabouts

They ride, direction where the tyres press.

They scare a flight of birds across the field:

Much that is natural, to the will must yield.

Men manufacture both machine and soul,

And use what they imperfectly control

To dare a future from the taken routes.

 

It is a part solution, after all.

One is not necessarily discord

On earth; or damned because, half animal,

One lacks direct instinct, because one wakes

Afloat on movement that divides and breaks.

One joins the movement in a valueless world,

Choosing it, till, both hurler and the hurled,

One moves as well, always toward, toward.

 

A minute holds them, who have come to go:

The self-defined, astride the created will

They burst away; the towns they travel through

Are home for neither bird nor holiness,

For birds and saints complete their purposes.

At worst, one is in motion; and at best,

Reaching no absolute, in which to rest,

One is always nearer by not keeping still.

The Return of Barry Lyndon

Diz a Agenda Cultural de Lisboa: "Um dos filmes à época menos compreendidos de Kubrick. Mas 40 anos depois, na sua versão digital restaurada, que vai ser reposta no Reino Unido em 45 cinemas (e em Portugal em exclusivo no Cinema Ideal, em Lisboa), o filme continua a ser uma indiscutível obra maior na filmografia de Stanley Kubrick."