I am grateful for: “The Deep Heart of Tuva”

The Radio Jockey called my request cowboy music from the wild east,  hollered

 Lo!

Deep in the Heart of Tuva. . .you’ll go!

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The Yat-Kha “Yenisei Punk” (Full Album) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.  

Yat-Kha, a band from Tuva, led by vocalist/guitarist Albert Kuvezin is a mixture of Tuvan traditional music and rock, featuring Kuvezin’s throat singing style, the kanzat kargyraa.  The name “Yat-Kha,” means a type of small, central asian zither similar to the Mongolian yatga and the Chinese guzheng, which Kuvezin plays in addition to the guitar.

Tuva is a remote, biodiverse Russian republic in southern Siberia, populated by traditionally nomadic, yurt-dwelling tribes. The Uvs Nuur Basin, shared with Mongolia, encompasses a bird-rich saline lake amid grassland steppes, cold deserts and high mountains home to endangered animals. The massive Yenisei River and its many tributaries traverse Tuva and its Soviet-influenced capital, Kyzyl.

To learn more about the siberian quartet and Albert Kuvezin check out the Rock Band Biography for: Yat-Kha

Track Listing:

Solun Chaagai Sovet Churtum

Karangailyg Kara Hovaa

Kaa-Khem

Kuu-La Khashtyn Baaryndan

Kamgalanyr Kuzhu-Daa Bar

Irik Chuduk

Chashpy-Khem

Kadarchy

Chok-La Kizhi Yry

Een Kurug Kagban-Na Men

Toorugtug Taiga

Kargyram

Kozhamyk

Doshpuluruum

I am grateful for: “Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round”

No apologies.

I just wanna feel horny and dance, my luv… so…

Please enjoy a Three Song Suite without further ado:

The audio by TV on Radio “Ambulance” is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.  

LYRICS:

Your slim frame
Your eager eyes
and your wild mane
Oh they keep me where I belong
All wrapped up in wrong

You’re to blame
For wasted words of sad refrain
Oh let them take me where they may
Oh believe me when I say

Oh I will be your accident
If you will be my ambulance
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
So oh fall, fall for me

Your slim frame
Oh your simple stare
And your wrong wrong name
Oh they keep me where I belong
All strung out in song

While so tamed
We can shoot other vines through your good name
Sip slow from nights deep wells
and watch our garden swell once our seeds are sown
Wild and overgrown
You will see
Hearts colors change like leaves

Oh sweet sweet dream fall for me
Fall fast fall free fall for me
Because
I will be your ambulance
If you will be my accident
and I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
So sweet dream fall with me
Fall fast fall free fall with me

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The audio by: TV On The Radio “Careful You” (Lyric Video) is being posted here for NO Commercial Purposes.

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 The  video by: TV On The Radio  “Golden Age” is being posted here for NO Commercial Purposes.

LYRICS:

Heart beat sounding
Ricocheting in their cage
Thought I’d lose my balance
With the grounds bounce and sway
And all this violence
And all this goes away
And the vibes that rise like
Fireflies illuminate our play

Some light being
Pulled you up from night’s party
Said clap your hands
If you think your soul is free
And the silence was astounding
‘cept some “Oh Lord Mercy and Me’s”
And oh you can’t stop what’s comin’ up
You’re never gonna stop gonna live it up
And oh it’s gonna drop gonna fill your cup
And oh it’s gonna drop gonna fill your cup

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

Give it up
‘stead of grabbing for decay
What we viewed as gold
I believe pollutes this space

Like I said “Love’s Light is Laughter”
Like the sun spitting happiness into the hereafter
Oh here it comes like a natural disaster
Ah blowing up like a ghetto blaster
Ah here it comes, bring it faster
Ah here it comes, bring it faster

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

Love, don’t you falter
Burning hearts
Dragged behind
The horses dancing on the altar
Hooves breaking Gods
To diamond dust and stars
And there you are…

Now we’re all allowed to breathe
Walls dissolve
With the hunger and the greed
Move your body
You’ve got all you need
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars
And oh here it comes and it’s not so far

All light beings
Come on now make haste
Clap your hands
If you think you’re in the right place
Thunder all surrounding
Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding
Palm to the palm you can feel it pounding
Never give it up you can feel it mounting
Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and
Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

I am grateful for “your guilt”

Some where some white woman is blogging about feeling guilty for having a good time instead of saving the world…

“I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody’s right to beautiful, radiant things.  Anarchism meant that to me, and I would live it in spite of the whole world — prisons, persecution, everything. Yes, even in spite of the condemnation of my own closest comrades I would live my beautiful ideal.” ~Emma Goldman

Thievery Corporation (full album) “Radio Retaliation”
audio full album
Tracklist:
Sound The Alarm 0:00;
Mandala 3:40;
Radio Retaliation 7:41;
Vampires 11:08;
Hare Krishna 16:06;
El Pueblo Unido 19:41;
(The Forgotten People) 23:10;
33 Degree 26:21;
Beautiful Drug 30:09;
La Femme Parallel 33:36;
Retaliation Suite 38:06;
The Numbers Game 40:59;
The Shining Path 44:03;
Blasting Through the City 47:41;
Sweet Tides 51:15

“A revolution without dancing is not a revolution worth having.” ~Emma Goldman, Preacher of Anarchy

The above album by Thievery Corporation “Radio Retaliation” is being posted here for NO Commercial Purposes.