March 2009
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe++ RAP, very romantical.
via yolanda:pattonroberta:
Listen
Luscious Jackson - Naked Eye
Whatever happened to Luscious Jackson?
dunno
didn’t some of them become the Ko-stars?
Can we all ask questions?
Yes, only we don’t all get answers.
smart alec
Can we all ask questions?
put your question in the title box, then click the checkbox to the right that says “let people answer this?” .. i believe!
aahh…
Can we all ask questions?
“Never. Kill. Time.”
—Twitter / Clayton Cubitt (via sedna)
“How one makes the career leap from schoolmarm to Moses-bearded electrodiva is beyond us, but we’re not going to look a gift horse in the crotch. Ms. Merrill Nisker’s nom de pêche is a gender-fucking apostle from a distant future where a man is a lady, a bro is a pro, and everyone wears sarongs. We also love her for imparting the soundest, most succinct break-up advice in pop history. Fuck the pain away indeed.”
—
Cyriaque Lamar on Peaches
