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Radio Zero: To Spin or Not to Spin
To spin or not to spin– that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous measures,
Or to take arms against a sea of Top 40
And, by opposing, end them. To scratch, to filter
No more – and by a filter to say we end
This track and the thousand natural beats
That dance is heir to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To dance, to fall
To roll, perchance to peak. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that roll of bliss what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this trance interlude,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long song.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of beat timing,
Th’ oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of unoriginal trance, the breakbeats's delay,
The insolence of house, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy tracks,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare table? Who would electro artists bear,
To grunt and sweat under a slower BPM,
But that the dread of something after closing,
The undiscovered afterparty from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those sex objects we have
Picked up, than fly to others that we know not of?
Midnight (EST)
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Spin it. Spin it good. You da Spinning Bard.
hey spinning a bard here one you a should know:
Get thee to a nunnery!
I had a way easier time with the math questions then figuring the above.
Rock on!
Check out M. Jean Michel Jarre, especially Oygene 7-13
I <3 you.
To spin or not to spin is heaven as an endless question for debating philosophers, lawyers, politicans and hucksters, but the real measure is in intent and that leads into another realm.
I think i got it now,, "spin those sex objects we have picked up"...did I win??
marla, you little cocktease. give it up, you know you want to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLAKE0X-k3M
Good tracks to add to the mix...
Humanoid - Jochen Miller
Angel - Giuseppe
Pandora - Ali Wilson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2ralKuTjW4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yK9NAHLaX4
this microphone turns sound into electricity
Turn that dial all the way, shoot me like a rocket into space
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LNeMUaJEac
Is this the theme to Sneakers?
If you've got some papaver somniferum, here's some music for you:
American Dream / Jakatta
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5f5BSpUinY0&feature=related
Marcus Schulz / Clear Blue
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzd7tIz7X6E&feature=related
iio / Rapture - Chillout version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5B_fhskFoc&feature=related
Nice taste in tunes.
Id like to add Burned With Desire (Chillout Mix) which is another excellent downtempo mix of a classic.
In the mood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-uLiQbRwNU
Dear Marla and all at RadioZero. Thanks, your Albuterol is grand.
Please try one of my favorites...Lefttfield's STORM 3000..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBXSUs3_eq4&feature=related
Then have their SpaceShanty, another favorite. Finish with You're Original, and perhaps AfroLeft.
P.S. Just completed my 73rd trip around the [earth's] sun.
Happy birthday?
that's funny man.
You should spin some dubstep/jungle/drum and bass!!!!
Spin it Marla...
ZH has a soul, and this is what it sounds like.
may i suggest "i like it" (avicii remix)
oh never mind, it's prolly not hard core enough for you.
thanks for spinnin' tonite bay bay
you could spin me right round baby, right round, like a record baby..round , round round round
Spin them, spin them like you just don’t care
spin them like we just weren’t there
spin them, like you cant remember
spin for every dying ember
Spin your heady attempt, spin for every member
for the cold fish & the strange dish
spin for every gender
Spin every sinner, every saint
every dude about to faint
Spin every lie, spin it quaint
spin it like you've ever know restraint
Spin your heady attempt, spin for every member
for the cold fish & the strange dish
spin for every gender
Spin for the jew & the gentiles, for the men in PM's and those of us in textiles
spin for the melter and for the melted, abide the smelter and love the smelted
spin for the rough, spin for the mental, watch for the swift and love the gentle
then spin for the you hope, as being coincidental
Spin your heady attempt, spin for every member
spin the cold fish & the strange dish
spin for every gender
Spin them, or they might spin you
so spin them black and spin them blue
Spin for every wolf, spin for every sheep
but beware the fold, for it in you sleep.
My Gwad, the charge of the demented teeners--wait my damn foot is caught in my pant leg--go on without me. Milestones
Thank you all for a laugh before bed.
LMAO, hope you got your leg back in and granny didnt catch you shagging your lama.
Marla you fucking rock love, my mom is gettin out of bed to get down to this schiiiite.
Get them filter fingers out of your nose and start tweaking that lowpass....no only kidding, you got that nailed, you got that nailed to the floor.
Marla, can i give you a tune i just made?
Updated DOW chart:
http://stockmarket618.wordpress.com
I miss my crazy uncle laughing clown supercycle.
Here you go Marla, i named the tune after you! Lots of sweeping high-pass as you like it. If i dont hear it on your radio show i will be dissapointed.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=O3GWOD6M
10am london time, smackin my bitch up!
ouch, she just hit me back with a candle.
Turn on,tune in ,drop out.
Is this thing on? Hello?
Dear Howard,
It recently came to my attention
That I did not win this year's free-style rap competition
True my feelings were hurt
But I'm okay
I've got three turntables and two microphones
Three turntables and two microphones
I'm am so sick and tired
Everything I do, it is wrong with you
I have to constantly second-guess myself
of everything because you always see my actions in your own way
But I can't ?
I've got three turntables and two microphones
Three turntables and two microphones
What the duck was I supposed to do?
I can't read your mind
I am going to put it on the line
You are so damn dramatic
And lets do it now
Three turntables and two microphones
Three turntables and two microphones
Three turntables and two microphones
I've got three turntables and two microphones
Oh yeah...
That's how daddy likes it
I wanna hear my girls sing some harmony
"Three turntables and two microphones"
That's my girl
If you think I am not a broken man
You are sadly, sadly...
Wrong
Now Howard, I want to be magnanamous
I want to be a good loser
I am not a bitter man
This years free-style rap competition
Doesn't mean a thing to me now
It's all in the past
But let's face it
You and I know
The whole world knows
That DJ whatshisname doesn't deserve that title
Let my people know that I will be back next year
And I'll have...
Four turntables and three microphones
Four turntables and three microphones
Four turntables and three microphones
Four turntables and three microphones
...
"Three turntables and two microphones"
"Three turntables and two microphones"
"Three turntables and two microphones"
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just donÂ’t care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise no more
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say what?]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady livin' in a bag
Eatin' out of garbage pails, she used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Social Security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
[2nd Chorus]
My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, itÂ’s just not healthy
“All My Children” in the daytime, “Dallas” at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
A mid-range migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane
[3rd Chorus]
My son said: ”Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
IÂ’d dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey"
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say: “You want some more?" livin' on a seesaw
[4th Chorus]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what youÂ’ll go through
YouÂ’ll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: “I'm cool, I'm no fool!”
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walking ‘round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what youÂ’ve done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spent the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
'Til one day you was found hung dead in your cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
[5th Chorus]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtBy_ppG4hY
Gil Scott-heron - Whitey On The Moon lyricsA rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
(while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I wuz already payin' 'im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that shit wuzn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)
I fucking LOVE Gil Scott Heron!
No, seriously.
The revolution will not be televised my brothas... the revolution will be live.
Gully you have the artistic insights of an empty shampoo bottle.
scratch_and_sniff
I understand how your parents wail with shame. How they blame each other for the genetic disruption that left you weak in the old brain pan. How they both regret not having that fucking abortion when they had the chance.
They both quiver with fear, anger, and disgust when considering you as their legacy.
Oh well they can still adopt an African child as their spiritual and intellectual heir.
no man, they are both dead.
Thank You Marla. ZH Radio today will make a tedious flight back home less painful, gracias a tu :-)
Marla,
How about adding this track to your future playlist(My 4 year old daughter loves this track).
Best described as dark, mystical, ambeint and chilled.
http://www.last.fm/music/Amethystium/_/Shadowlands
Press the play direct button.
I am a little confused: the mix played live ? when you go to the web site there are no mixes to download, for those who missed this post?
Sheesh, been goin' on for almost 4 hours, and still continuing... Great tunes! Can we have this added to the website for download???
KEEP SPINNING....PLEEEZE
I'll tell u something else...5 of my kids are in college. It's hard to find good music to recommend in the midst of a music wasteland. Of course....only the best with Zero Hedge and Radio Zero. Thanks.
Marla - why does the stream go down?? you seem to have a lot.. can you leave them up??
Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-goldennotes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now - now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells -
Bells, bells, bells -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
The Bells: Edgar Allen Poe
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYiahoYfPGk
Red Neck Rep',
I had a quick listen 2 da mu-zik via links ya provided.
This modern genre of music has evolved from earlier fusions of 1993-98 house,trance,dance,etc.
The CD album SASHA+DIGWEED NORTHERN EXPOSURE series began in late '95 all of which I own although gathering dust at this moment.
Heres Northern Exposure Vol. 2 (1996):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGemRtXt4iI&feature=PlayList&p=8F194D8439...
Artists such as Cygnus-X( Superstring) was part of this album mix.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5Fk9vuwM10&feature=PlayList&p=8F194D8439...
Thanks for the response.
Does this one bring back memories:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYUpli3ZADc&feature=related
...I don't know what time I dropped off girls, but thanks Marla and Jana for a wonderful surprise, we love guest DJ's don't we boyz;) I know I went out to some be-u-tee-full musik, and hey....to the gang, it felt good to be back home.
Total change of pace. Superstars singing about Marla.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkFunXTcsoA&feature=channel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mri_BzkSGg&a=aoZvqlJnY4U&playnext_from=ML
<Marla takes off shoes and begins dancing furiously.>
FFFuuuuuuuuuuck! I missed it.
You snooze, you lose.