Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “He is Dead”.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Funeral Blues is Copyright © 1936 by W.H. Auden. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown.

The Poetry of Life by Friedrich Von Schiller

Who would himself with shadows entertain,
Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,
Or nurse false hopes that do but cheat the true?
Though with my dream my heaven should be resigned
Though the free-pinioned soul that once could dwell
In the large empire of the possible,
This workday life with iron chains may bind,
Yet thus the mastery o’er ourselves we find,
And solemn duty to our acts decreed,
Meets us thus tutored in the hour of need,
With a more sober and submissive mind!
How front necessity–yet bid thy youth
Shun the mild rule of life’s calm sovereign, truth.

So speakest thou, friend, how stronger far than I;
As from experience that sure port serene
Thou lookest; and straight, a coldness wraps the sky,
The summer glory withers from the scene,
Scared by the solemn spell; behold them fly,
The godlike images that seemed so fair!
Silent the playful Muse the rosy hours
Halt in their dance; and the May breathing flowers
Fall from the sister-graces’ waving hair.
Sweet-mouthed Apollo breaks his golden lyre,
Hermes, the wand with many a marvel rife;
The veil, rose-woven, by the young desire
With dreams, drops from the hueless cheeks of life.
The world seems what it is – a grave! and love
Casts down the bondage wound his eyes above,
And sees! He sees but images of clay
Where he dreamed gods; and sighs-and glides away.
The youngness of the beautiful grows old,
And on thy lips the bride’s sweet kiss seems cold;
And in the crowd of joys–upon thy throne
Thou sittest in state, and hardenest into stone.

JAWS ~ GOLD

FALL in love with the opening guitar riff of this song. So good. JAWS are another hard working sea-wave band from Birmingham’s monster indie scene. If you like this check out PEACE and SWIM DEEP, also from B-TOWN.

Let SKATERS cheer you up this sunday!

We saw SKATERS this summer at Reading Festival and they blew us away. Definitely worth checking out if you get the chance.

Hopefully for now this song will cheer you up before the rat race begins again tomorrow!

SKATERS’ music video for their first single, Schemers.