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Liquid Vision
BLACK AND WHITE
Shem is as short for Shemus as Jem is joky for Jacob. A few
toughnecks are still getatable who pretend that aboriginally he
was of respectable stemming (he was an outlex between the lines
of Ragonar Blaubarb ant Horrild Hairwire and an inlaw to Capt.
the Hon. and Rev. Mr Bbyrdwood de Trop Blogg was among
his most distant connections) but every honest to goodness man
in the land of the space of today knows that his back life will
not stand being written about in black and white. Putting truth
and untruth together a shot may be made at what this hybrid
actually was like to look at.
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Alternative Pop Rock
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Dear Dead Delila
Skulls and Snakes
Shem's bodily getup, it seems, included an adze of a skull, an
eight of a larkseye, the whoel of a nose, one numb arm up a
sleeve, fortytwo hairs off his uncrown, eighteen to his mock lip,
a trio of barbels from his megageg chin (sowman's son), the
wrong shoulder higher than the right, all ears, an artificial
tongue with a natural curl, not a foot to stand on, a handful of
thumbs, a blind stomach, a deaf heart, a loose liver, two fifths of
two buttocks, one gleetsteen avoirdupoider for him, a manroot
of all evil, a salmonkelt's thinskin, eelsblood in his cold toes, a
bladder tristended, so much so that young Master Shemmy on
his very first debouch at the very dawn of protohistory seeing
himself such and such, when playing with thistlewords in their
garden nursery, Griefotrofio, at Phig Streat 111, Shuvlin, Old
Hoeland, (would we go back there now for sounds, pillings and
sense?
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Alternative Modern Rock
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Boris
Anna
would we now for annas and annas? would we for full-
score eight and a liretta? for twelve blocks one bob? for four tes-
ters one groat? not for a dinar! not for jo!) dictited to of all his
little brothron and sweestureens the first riddle of the universe:
asking, when is a man not a man?: telling them take their time,
yungfries, and wait till the tide stops (for from the first his day
was a fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a
little present from the past, for their copper age was yet un-
minted, to the winner. One said when the heavens are quakers,
a second said when Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no,
when hold hard a jiffy, when he is a gnawstick and detarmined
to, the next one said when the angel of death kicks the bucket
of life, still another said when the wine's at witsends, and still
another when lovely wooman stoops to conk him, one of the
littliest said me, me, Sem, when pappa papared the harbour, one
of the wittiest said, when he yeat ye abblokooken and he zmear
hezelf zo zhooken, still one said when you are old I'm grey fall
full wi sleep, and still another when wee deader walkner, and
another when he is just only after having being semisized, an-
other when yea, he hath no mananas, and one when dose pigs
they begin now that they will flies up intil the looft. All were
wrong, so Shem himself, the doctator, took the cake, the correct
solution being — all give it up? — when he is a — yours till
the rending of the rocks, — Sham.
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Native American
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Jasper and Mariel
Pleasing
Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out
first via foodstuffs. So low was he that he preferred Gibsen's tea-
time salmon tinned, as inexpensive as pleasing, to the plumpest
roeheavy lax or the friskiest parr or smolt troutlet that ever was
gaffed between Leixlip and Island Bridge and many was the time
he repeated in his botulism that no junglegrown pineapple ever
smacked like the whoppers you shook out of Ananias' cans,
Findlater and Gladstone's, Corner House, Englend. None of
your inchthick blueblooded Balaclava fried-at-belief-stakes or
juicejelly legs of the Grex's molten mutton or greasilygristly
grunters' goupons or slice upon slab of luscious goosebosom
with lump after load of plumpudding stuffing all aswim in a
swamp of bogoakgravy for that greekenhearted yude! Rosbif of
Old Zealand! he could not attouch it.
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Alternative Retro and Psychedelic
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Little Boots
Meddle
See what happens when
your somatophage merman takes his fancy to our virgitarian
swan? He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite,
saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils
in Europe than meddle with Irrland's split little pea. Once when
among those rebels in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication
the piscivore strove to lift a czitround peel to either nostril, hic-
cupping, apparently impromptued by the hibat he had with his
glottal stop, that he kukkakould flowrish for ever by the smell,
as the czitr, as the kcedron, like a scedar, of the founts, on moun-
tains, with limon on, of Lebanon. O! the lowness of him was
beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or first-
served firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either.
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Hard ElectroPop
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negative tendencies
Lame Duck
O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself wheywhing-
ingly sick of life on some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin yella-
green funkleblue windigut diodying applejack squeezed from
sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips
when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of
it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew
notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly
indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found to their
horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from
the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that,
jo jo jo, the winevat, of the most serene magyansty az archdio-
chesse, if she is a duck, she's a douches, and when she has a
feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups, funny you're
grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia.
added to station 1/4/2026 1:20:28 AM
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Country Rock
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Danny Weis
Sweet Spot
Aint that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about lowness! Any
dog's quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty
little blacking beetle for the very fourth snap the Tulloch-Turn-
bull girl with her coldblood kodak shotted the as yet unre-
muneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera
shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to Caer Fere,
Soak Amerigas, vias the shipsteam Pridewin, after having buried
a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt, num-mer desh to tren, into Patatapapaveri's, fruiterers and musical
florists, with his Ciaho, chavi! Sar shin, shillipen? she knew the
vice out of bridewell was a bad fast man by his walk on the
spot.
[Johns is a different butcher's. Next place you are up town pay
him a visit. Or better still, come tobuy. You will enjoy cattlemen's
spring meat. Johns is now quite divorced from baking. Fattens,
kills, flays, hangs, draws, quarters and pieces. Feel his lambs! Ex!
Feel how sheap! Exex! His liver too is great value, a spatiality!
Exexex! COMMUNICATED.]
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Smooth Jazz
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Buddhaboy and Open Eye Universe
Song for David Bowie
Around that time, moravar, one generally, for luvvomony
hoped or at any rate suspected among morticians that he would
early turn out badly, develop hereditary pulmonary T.B., and
do for himself one dandy time, nay, of a pelting night blanketed
creditors, hearing a coarse song and splash off Eden Quay sighed
and rolled over, sure all was up, but, though he fell heavily and
locally into debit, not even then could such an antinomian be
true to type. He would not put fire to his cerebrum; he would
not throw himself in Liffey; he would not explaud himself with
pneumantics; he refused to saffrocake himself with a sod. With
the foreign devil's leave the fraid born fraud diddled even death.
Anzi, cabled (but shaking the worth out of his maulth: Guarda-
costa leporello? Szasas Kraicz!) from his Nearapoblican asylum
to his jonathan for a brother: Here tokay, gone tomory, we're
spluched, do something, Fireless. And had answer: Inconvenient,
David.
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Miscellaneous
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Dreamhenge
Age of Man
You see, chaps, it will trickle out, freaksily of course, but the
tom and the shorty of it is: he was in his bardic memory low.
All the time he kept on treasuring with condign satisfaction each
and every crumb of trektalk, covetous of his neighbour's word,
and if ever, during a Munda conversazione commoted in the
nation's interest, delicate tippits were thrown out to him touch-
ing his evil courses by some wellwishers, vainly pleading by
ural arguments with the opprobrious papist about trying
to brace up for the kidos of the thing, Scally wag, and be a men
instead of a dem scrounger, dish it all, such as: Pray, what is
the meaning, sousy, of that continental expression, if you ever
came acrux it, we think it is a word transpiciously like canaille?:
or: Did you anywhere, kennel, on your gullible's travels or
during your rural troubadouring, happen to stumble upon a
certain gay young nobleman whimpering to the name of Low
Swine who always addresses women out of the one corner of
his mouth, lives on loans and is furtivefree yours of age?
added to station 1/4/2026 10:10:17 PM
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Art Rock
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Ultrajazz
Love supreme
with-
out one sigh of haste like the supreme prig he was, and not a bit
sorry, he would pull a vacant landlubber's face, root with ear-
waker's pensile in the outer of his lauscher and then, lisping,
the prattlepate parnella, to kill time, and swatting his deadbest
to think what under the canopies of Jansens Chrest would any
decent son of an Albiogenselman who had bin to an university
think, let a lent hit a hint and begin to tell all the intelligentsia
admitted to that tamileasy samtalaisy conclamazzione (since, still
and before physicians, lawyers merchant, belfry pollititians, agri-
colous manufraudurers, sacrestanes of the Pure River Society,
philanthropicks lodging on as many boards round the panesthetic
at the same time as possible) the whole lifelong swrine story of
his entire low cornaille existence, abusing his deceased ancestors
wherever the sods were and one moment tarabooming great
blunderguns (poh!) about his farfamed fine Poppamore, Mr
Humhum, whom history, climate and entertainment made the
first of his sept and always up to debt, though Eavens ears ow
many fines he faces, and another moment visanvrerssas, cruach-
ing three jeers (pah!) for his rotten little ghost of a Peppybeg,
Mr Himmyshimmy, a blighty, a reeky, a lighty, a scrapy, a bab-
bly, a ninny, dirty seventh among thieves and always bottom
sawyer, till nowan knowed how howmely howme could be, giv-
ing unsolicited testimony on behalf of the absent, as glib as eaves-
water to those present (who meanwhile, with increasing lack of
interest in his semantics, allowed various subconscious smickers
to drivel slowly across their fichers), unconsciously explaining,
for inkstands, with a meticulosity bordering on the insane, the
various meanings of all the different foreign parts of speech he
misused and cuttlefishing every lie unshrinkable about all the
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Ultrajazz
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Damage Protocol
Poison
other people in the story, leaving out, of course, foreconsciously,
the simple worf and plague and poison they had cornered him
about until there was not a snoozer among them but was utterly
undeceived in the heel of the reel by the recital of the rigmarole.
He went without saying that the cull disliked anything anyway
approaching a plain straightforward standup or knockdown row
and, as often as he was called in to umpire any octagonal argu-
ment among slangwhangers, the accomplished washout always
used to rub shoulders with the last speaker and clasp shakers (the
handtouch which is speech without words) and agree to every
word as soon as half uttered, command me!, your servant, good,
I revere you, how, my seer? be drinking that! quite truth, grati-
as, I'm yoush, see wha'm hearing?, also goods, please it, me
sure?, be filling this!, quiso, you said it, apasafello, muchas
grassyass, is there firing-on-me?, is their girlic-on-you?, to your
good self, your sulphur, and then at once focuss his whole
unbalanced attention upon the next octagonist who managed to
catch a listener's eye, asking and imploring him out of his
piteous onewinker, (hemoptysia diadumenos) whether there was
anything in the world he could do to please him and to overflow
his tumbletantaliser for him yet once more.
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Alternative
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The Garden Clots
Departure
One hailcannon night (for his departure was attended by a
heavy downpour) as very recently as some thousand rains ago he
was therefore treated with what closely resembled parsonal viol-
ence, being soggert all unsuspectingly through the deserted village
of Tumblin-on-the-Leafy from Mr Vanhomrigh's house at 81 bis
Mabbot's Mall as far as Green Patch beyond the brickfields of
Salmon Pool by rival teams of slowspiers counter quicklimers
who finally, as rahilly they had been deteened out rawther lae-
tich, thought, busnis hits busnis, they had better be streaking for
home after their Auborne-to-Auborne, with thanks for the pleasant
evening, one and all disgustedly, instead of ruggering him back,
and awake, reconciled (though they were as jealous as could be
cullions about all the truffles they had brought on him) to a
friendship, fast and furious, which merely arose out of the noxious
pervert's perfect lowness. Again there was a hope that people,
looking on him with the contemp of the contempibles, after
first gaving him a roll in the dirt, might pity and forgive him, if
properly deloused, but the pleb was born a Quicklow and sank
alowing till he stank out of sight.
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Alternative Retro and Psychedelic
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The nursery of naughtiness
Patience of saints
All Saints beat Belial! Mickil Goals to Nichil! Notpossible!
Already?
In Nowhere has yet the Whole World taken part of himself for his
Wife;
By Nowhere have Poorparents been sentenced to Worms, Blood and
Thunder for Life
Not yet has the Emp from Corpsica forced the Arth out of Engleterre;
Not yet have the Sachsen and Judder on the Mound of a Word made
Warre;
Not yet Witchywithcy of Wench struck Fire of his Heath from on
Hoath;
Not yet his Arcobaleine forespoken Peacepeace upon Oath;
Cleftfoot from Hempal must tumpel, Blamefool Gardener's bound to
fall;
Broken Eggs will poursuive bitten Apples for where theirs is Will
there's his Wall;
But the Mountstill frowns on the Millstream while their Madsons
leap his Bier
And her Rillstrill liffs to His Murkesty all her daft Daughters laff
in her Ear.
Till the four Shores of deff Tory Island let the douze dumm Eire-
whiggs raille!
Hirp! Hirp! for their Missed Understandings! chirps the Ballat of
Perce-Oreille.
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Hip Hop/Rap
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find the pixie
Green Hat
O fortunous casualitas! Lefty takes the cherubcake while
Rights cloves his hoof. Darkies never done tug that coon out to
play non-excretory, anti-sexuous, misoxenetic, gaasy pure, flesh
and blood games, written and composed and sung and danced
by Niscemus Nemon, same as piccaninnies play all day, those
old (none of your honeys and rubbers!) games for fun and ele-
ment we used to play with Dina and old Joe kicking her behind
and before and the yellow girl kicking him behind old Joe,
games like Thom Thom the Thonderman, Put the Wind up the
Peeler, Hat in the Ring, Prisson your Pritchards and Play Withers
Team, Mikel on the Luckypig, Nickel in the Slot, Sheila Harnett and
her Cow, Adam and Ell, Humble Bumble, Moggie's on the Wall,
Twos and Threes, American Jump, Fox Come out of your Den,
Broken Bottles, Writing a Letter to Punch, Tiptop is a Sweetstore,
Henressy Crump Expolled, Postman's Knock, Are We Fairlys Rep-
resented?,
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Miscellaneous
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Petalos
"Sin Ideas"
Solomon Silent reading, Appletree Bearstone, I know a
Washerwoman, Hospitals, As I was Walking, There is Oneyone's
House in Dreamcolohour, Battle of Waterloo, Colours, Eggs in the
Bush, Habberdasherisher, Telling your Dreams, What's the Time,
Nap, Ducking Mammy, Last Man Standing, Heali Baboon and the
Forky Theagues, Fickleyes and Futilears, Handmarried but once in
my Life and I'll never commit such a Sin agin, Zip Cooney Candy,
Turkey in the Straw, This is the Way we sow the Seed of a long and
lusty Morning, Hops of Fun at Miliken's Make, I seen the Tooth-
brush with Pat Farrel, Here's the Fat to graze the Priest's Boots,
When his Steam was like a Raimbrandt round Mac Garvey.
added to station 1/11/2026 7:53:49 AM
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Latin
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Lunacy
Irish Banjo Solo Harvest Hornpipe
Now it is notoriously known how on that surprisingly bludgeony
Unity Sunday when the grand germogall allstar bout was harrily
the rage between our weltingtoms extraordinary and our petty-
thicks the marshalaisy and Irish eyes of welcome were smiling
daggers down their backs, when the roth, vice and blause met the
noyr blank and rogues and the grim white and cold bet the black
fighting tans, categorically unimperatived by the maxims, a rank
funk getting the better of him, the scut in a bad fit of pyjamas
fled like a leveret for his bare lives, to Talviland, ahone ahaza, pur-
sued by the scented curses of all the village belles and, without
having struck one blow, (pig stole on him was lust he lagging it
was becaused dust he shook) kuskykorked himself up tight in
his inkbattle house, badly the worse for boosegas, there to stay
in afar for the life, where, as there was not a moment to be lost,
after he had boxed around with his fortepiano till he was whole
bach bamp him and bump him blues, he collapsed carefully under
a bedtick from Schwitzer's, his face enveloped into a dead war-
rior's telemac, with a lullobaw's somnbomnet and a whotwater-
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Improvisation
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Contemplating Waves
Waiting For the Sunrise (alt. mix 3)
wottle at his feet to stoke his energy of waiting, moaning feebly,
in monkmarian monotheme, but tarned long and then a nation
louder, while engaged in swallowing from a large ampullar, that
his pawdry's purgatory was more than a nigger bloke could bear,
hemiparalysed by the tong warfare and all the shemozzle, (Daily
Maily, fullup Lace! Holy Maly, Mothelup Joss!) his cheeks and
trousers changing colour every time a gat croaked.
How is that for low, laities and gentlenuns? Why, dog of the
Crostiguns, whole continents rang with this Kairokorran low-
ness! Sheols of houris in chems upon divans, (revolted stellas
vespertine vesamong them) at a bare (O!) mention of the scaly
rybald exclaimed: Poisse!
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Progressive Classic Rock
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Diana Anaid
Dumb Opinion
But would anyone, short of a madhouse, believe it? Neither of
those clean little cherubum, Nero or Nobookisonester himself,
ever nursed such a spoiled opinion of his monstrous marvellosity
as did this mental and moral defective (here perhaps at the
vanessance of his lownest) who was known to grognt rather than
gunnard upon one occasion, while drinking heavily of spirits to
that interlocutor a latere and private privysuckatary he used to
pal around with, in the kavehazs, one Davy Browne-Nowlan, his
heavenlaid twin, (this hambone dogpoet pseudoed himself under
the hangname he gave himself of Bethgelert) in the porchway of
a gipsy's bar (Shem always blaspheming, so holy writ, Billy, he
would try, old Belly, and pay this one manjack congregant of
his four soups every lass of nexmouth, Bolly, so sure as thair's a
tail on a commet, as a taste for storik's fortytooth, that is to
stay, to listen out, ony twenny minnies moe, Bully, his Ballade
Imaginaire which was to be dubbed Wine, Woman and Water-
clocks, or How a Guy Finks and Fawkes When He Is Going Batty,
by Maistre Sheames de la Plume, some most dreadful stuff in a
murderous mirrorhand) that he was avoopf (parn me!) aware
of no other shaggspick, other Shakhisbeard, either prexactly
unlike his polar andthisishis or procisely the seem as woops
(parn!)
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Alternative Pop Rock
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Jason R Martin Music
Those Bloody Roundabouts
as what he fancied or guessed the sames as he was him-
self and that, greet scoot, duckings and thuggery, though he was
foxed fux to fux like a bunnyboy rodger with all the teashop
lionses of Lumdrum hivanhoesed up gagainst him, being a lapsis
linquo with a ruvidubb shortartempa, bad cad dad fad sad mad
nad vanhaty bear, the consciquenchers of casuality prepestered
crusswords in postposition, scruff, scruffer, scrufferumurraimost
andallthatsortofthing, if reams stood to reason and his lanka-
livline lasted he would wipe alley english spooker, multapho-
niaksically spuking, off the face of the erse.
After the thorough fright he got that bloody, Swithun's day,
though every doorpost in muchtried Lucalizod was smeared with
generous erstborn gore and every free for all cobbleway slippery
with the bloods of heroes, crying to Welkins for others, and
noahs and cul verts agush with tears of joy, our low waster never
had the common baalamb's pluck to stir out and about the com-
pound while everyone else of the torchlit throng, slashers and
sliced alike, mobbu on massa, waaded and baaded around, yamp-
yam pampyam, chanting the Gillooly chorus, from the Monster
Book of Paltryattic Puetrie, O pura e pia bella!
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Acoustic Celtic Folk
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