1 Eylül 2016 Perşembe

PROGRAM No 642















Extracts from Sonnets
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
104.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
   For as you were when first your eye I eyed,        
   Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
   Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
   Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d
   In process of the seasons have I seen,
   Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,        
   Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
   Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
   Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
   So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
   Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:        
   For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
   Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead

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01 - Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows Bis zum Hahnenschrei - Buttus
02 - Scanner - Blindness
03 - Kemper Norton - The Town
04 - Coil - At the Heart of It All
        William Shakespeare - Sonnet
05 - Derniere Volonte - Songe d'un matin d'ete
06 - Sopor Aeternus - Sopor Fratrem Mortis Est
07 - The Chikatura - Time Is Now
08 - Kemper Norton - Coming Home
09 - Helium Vola - Zur Heilung
10 - Matana Roberts - Amma Jerusalem School + For This Is
11 - Süleyman Kerkaya - Neşet Ertaş vs Lightnin' Hopkins
12 - David Bowie - The Man Who Sold The World (live)

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