Monday, November 22, 2010

Weatherall or not

Hello all - been ages since my last post, so apologies for that. In the middle of refurbishing a house at the moment, so I'm busy-busy all the fooking time. In fact I could barely work out how to create a new post, that's how out of the loop I am.

Anyway, just wanted to post this great wee 6Mix I'm currently listening to. Andrew Weatherall plays the music which inspired Screamadelica. Only ten minutes in and it's already genius... enjoy!

Get on it.

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  1. This mix is amazing, actually more enjoyable than listening to Screamadelica in my book. I love the A Certain Ratio track, it's like a funky joy division . . .

    I'm gonnae be doing up oor new hoose anaw by the way Scobe, new floors, walls, kitchen, fence - we should get together and discuss floorboards like the boring old farts we are.

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  2. fun!

    I would add 13th Floor Elevators in there to since they cover slip inside this house, a far-out track inspired by Gurdjieff ....

    Bedoin tribes ascending
    From the egg into the flower,
    Alpha information sending
    States within the heaven shower
    From disciples the unending
    Subtleties of river power
    They slip inside this house as they pass by

    If your limbs begin dissolving
    In the water that you tread
    All surroundings are evolving
    In the stream that clears your head
    Find yourself a caravan
    Like Noah must have led
    And slip inside this house as you pass by.
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.

    True conception, knowing why
    Brings even more than meets the eye
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.

    In this dark we call creation
    We can be and feel and know
    From an effort, comfort station
    That's surviving on the go
    There's infinite survival in
    The high baptismal glow.
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.

    There is no season when you are grown
    You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
    There is no reason to rise alone
    Other stories given have sages of their own.

    Live where your heart can be given
    And your life starts to unfold
    In the forms you envision
    In this dream that's ages old
    On the river layer is the only sayer
    You receive all you can hold
    Like you've been told.

    Every day's another dawning
    Give the morning winds a chance
    Always catch your thunder yawning
    Lift your mind into the dance
    Sweep the shadows from your awning
    Shrink the fourfold circumstance
    That lies outside this house don't pass it by.

    Higher worlds that you uncover
    Light the path you want to roam
    You compare there and discover
    You won't need a shell of foam
    Twice born gypsies care and keep
    The nowhere of their former home
    They slip inside this house as they pass by.
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.

    You think you can't, you wish you could
    I know you can, I wish you would
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.

    Four and twenty birds of Maya
    Baked into an atom you
    Polarized into existence
    Magnet heart from red to blue
    To such extent the realm of dark
    Within the picture it seems true
    But slip inside this house and then decide.

    All your lightning waits inside you
    Travel it along your spine
    Seven stars receive your visit
    Seven seals remain divine
    Seven churches filled with spirit,
    Treasure from the angels' mine
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.
    Slip inside this house as you pass by.

    The space you make has your own laws
    No longer human gods are cause
    The center of this house will never die.

    There is no season when you are grown
    You are always risen from the seeds you've sown
    There is no reason to rise alone
    Other stories given have sages of their own.

    Draw from the well of unchanging
    Its union nourishes on
    In the right re-arranging
    Till the last confusion is gone
    Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
    Of the always singing song they pass along.

    One-eyed men aren't really reigning
    They just march in place until
    Two-eyed men with mystery training
    Finally feel the power fill
    Three-eyed men are not complaining.
    They can yo-yo where they will
    They slip inside this house as they pass by.
    Don't pass it by.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwSA0Tckwbk

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