Songs of Exile

You don’t know, what love is

Tengo que subir al puerto & Missing dates

Missing Dates — William Empson

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. / It is not the effort nor the failure tires. / The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is not your system or clear sight that mills / Down small to the consequence a life requires; / Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills / Of young dog blood gave but a month’s desires. / The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is the Chinese tombs and the slag hills / Usurp the soil, and not the soil retires. / Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.
Not to have fire is to be a skin that shrills. / The complete fire is death. From partial fires / The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
It is the poems you have lost, the ills / From missing dates, at which the heart expires. / Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills.

Εν απογνώσει — K.Καβάφης

00:43 – 08:51 Anoixe petra. Lefteris Papadopoulos
10:36 – 13:31 Tengo que subir al puerto. Spanish traditional.
14:02 – 20:36 You dont know, what love is. Don Raye.
21:09 – 25:49 Amsterdam. Jacques Brel.
26:17 – 32:03 Missing dates. William Empson.
33:06 – 40:29 In Despair. Konstantinos Cavafy.
42:47 – 48:21 All’s Gone. Harold Pinter. (Από τον Υπηρέτη τού Λόουζι)
48:57 – 53:47 La sierra del Armenia. Traditional spanish, of Pastora Pavon.
54:58 – 1:00:44 Die Stunde Kommt. Ferdinand Freiligrath.
1:01:38 – 1:05:01 Amours Perdues. Joseph Kosma, Georges Neveux.
1:05:42 – 1:11:16 The Thrill Is Gone. Roy Hawkins and Rick Darnell.
1:14:30 -1:19:19 Heaven Have Mercy. Phillippe Gerard and Jacques Larue.
1:21:12 – 1:27:07 Fernand. Jacques Brel.
1:27:58 – 1:31:54 Gloomy Sunday.