Meredith Monk, Ellis Island


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Tuesday | 30 July 2024 | 09:51 AM

Julius Eastman, Femenine


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Tuesday | 30 July 2024 | 08:05 AM

Arnold Böcklin ~ The Isle of the Dead

Arnold Böcklin, The Isle of the Dead, 1883

Rachmaninoff, The Isle of the Dead, Symphonic poem Op. 29, 1908


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Tuesday | 23 July 2024 | 02:26 PM

Ralph Vaughan Williams, Symphony No. 4


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Wednesday | 3 July 2024 | 12:17 PM

🖤🖤 or the 4th "The Inextinguishable"

Carl Nielsen, Symphony No. 5 Op. 50


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Friday | 28 June 2024 | 02:02 PM

Soundgarden, Fell on Black Days


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Thursday | 27 June 2024 | 01:37 PM

Chuck Berry, Roll Over Beethoven


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Tuesday | 25 June 2024 | 01:09 PM

Sleigh Bells, Infinity Guitars


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Thursday | 23 May 2024 | 12:38 PM

William DeVaughn, Be Thankful For What You've Got


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Friday | 17 May 2024 | 12:23 PM

Spoon , The Ghost of you Lingers


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Thursday | 16 May 2024 | 02:40 PM

She Wants Revenge, Tear You Apart


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Tuesday | 7 May 2024 | 02:05 PM

Lescop, La Nuit Americaine


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Friday | 3 May 2024 | 09:56 AM

Poni Hoax, Carrie Ann


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Thursday | 2 May 2024 | 02:32 PM

The Waterboys, This is the Sea


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Thursday | 18 April 2024 | 02:28 PM

Mad Season, All Alone


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Tuesday | 16 April 2024 | 01:42 PM

The Drums, Down by the Water


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Wednesday | 21 February 2024 | 03:11 PM

Forest Swords, Crow


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Thursday | 15 February 2024 | 01:26 PM

Tortoise, Seneca


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Friday | 9 February 2024 | 10:54 AM

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Crime and The City Solution~ the killer


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Friday | 26 January 2024 | 11:49 AM

The Gun Club, Mother of Earth

I've gone down the river of sadness
I've gone down the river of pain
In the dark, under the wires
I hear them call my name
I gave you the key to the highway
And the key to my motel door
And I'm tired of leaving and leaving
I can't come back anymore
Oh, my dark-eyed friend
I've recalled you again
Soft voices that speak nothing
Speak nothing to the end
"Oh, mother of Earth", the blind they call
But, yet stay behind the wall
Their sadness grows like weeds upon my thighs and knees
Oh, mother of Earth, the wind is hot
I tried my best, but I could not
And my eyes fade from me in this open country


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Monday | 15 January 2024 | 02:29 PM

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