Posted on August 1, 2009 by Nik

worldy groove

well… an [early] mix of cool and evocative tunes and intriguing lyrics

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1. Yulunga • Dead Can Dance – Lisa Gerrard
2. She Moved Through The Fair • Jam Nation
3. Near The Black Forest • Vanessa Daou
4. the best slave… ? • telling lyrics from Erica Jong’s “The Myth of Female Inferiority” (see below for lyrics)
5. Words of Advice For Young People • Material feat. William Boroughs (ditto)
6. ? Al DiMeola & John McLaughlin …? petetre
7. Anashasia • Deep Forest
8. Mahk Ichi • Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble
9. La Sagesse (Woman, I’m Calling You) • Sheila Chandra
10. Waiting • Sheila Chandra
11. Love It Is A Killing Thing • Sheila Chandra
12. Speaking In Tongues • Sheila Chandra
13. When She Rises • Opus III
14. Guru Mother • Opus III

Boroughs’ and Jong’s Lyrics:

“The Myth of Female Inferiority” by Erica Jong

The best slave
does not need to be beaten,
She beats herself.

Not with a whip,
or with sticks or twigs,
not with a blackjack
or a billyclub,
but with the fine whip.
of her own tongue
& the subtle beating
of her mind
against her mind.

For who can hate her half so well
as she hates herself?
who can match the finesse
of her self-abuse?

Years of training
are required for this.
Twenty years
of subtle self-indulgence,
self-denial;
until the subject
thinks herself a queen
& yet a beggar–
both at the same time.
She must doubt herself
in everything but love.
She must choose passionately
& badly.
She must feel lost as a dog
without her Master.
She must refer all moral questions
to her mirror.
She must fall in love with a cossack
or a poet.

She must never go out of the house
unless veiled in paint.
She must wear tight shoes
so she always remembers her bondage.
She must never forget
she is rooted in the ground.

Though she is quick to learn
& admittedly clever
her natural doubt of herself
should make her so weak
that she dabbles brilliantly
in half dozen talents
& thus embellishes
but does not change
our life.

If she’s an artist
& comes close to genius
the very fact of her gift
should cause her such pain
that she will take her own life
rather than best us.

& after she dies, we will cry
& make her a saint.


Words of Advice For Young People by William S Burroughs:

People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people.
((cough))
Well…here are a few simple admonitions for young and old.
Never interfere in a boy and girl fight.
Beware of whores who say they don’t want money. The hell they don’t. What they mean is they want more money, much more.
If you are doing business with a religious son-of-a-bitch get it in writing. His word isn’t worth shit–not when the good Lord taught him how to fuck you on the deal.
If, after having been exposed to someone’s presence, you feel as though you’ve lost a quart of plasma avoid that presence.
You need it like you need pernicious anemia.
Don’t like to hear the word “vampire” around here…trying to improve our public image.
Build up a kindly, avuncular, benevolent image.
Interdependence is the key word.
Enlightened interdependence.
Life in all its rich variety, “take a little, leave a little”…
However: by the inexorable logistics of the vampiric parosis
THEY ALWAYS TAKE MORE THAN THEY NEED.
Avoid all fuck-ups.
You all know the type.
Anything they have anything to do with no matter how good it sounds turns into a disaster area.
Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill.
Tell them firmly:
I AM NOT BEING PAID TO LISTEN TO THIS DRIVEL.
YOU ARE A TERMINAL FOOL!
Now, you may encounter the devil’s bargain if you get that far. Any old soul is worth saving, at least to a priest, but not every soul is worth buying–so you can take the offer as a compliment.
They try the easy marks first–you know, like money (all the money there is)
but who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery?
Money won’t buy it.
Not much left to spend it on, eh Gramps?
–Getting too old to cut the mustard–
Well, “time hits the hardest blows” (especially below the belt).
How does a young body grab ya?
Like three card monty or the pea under the shell
((now you see it, now you don’t))
haven’t you forgotten something, Gramps?
In order to feel something you have to be there…
You have to be eighteen…
You’re not eighteen…
You are seventy-eight.
Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.
Aw, they always try the easy ones first.
How about an “honorable bargain”?
“You always wanted to be a doctor, well, now’s your chance.”
“You could become a great healer and benefit humanity.”
What’s wrong with that?
Just About Everything.
There are no honorable bargains involving qualitative merchandise, like souls, for quantitative merchandise like time or money.
So…piss off, Satan, and don’t take me for dumber than I look.
As an old junk pusher told me:
“Watch whose money you pick up.”