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Here are the recently conceived radio jingles for Future Places 2009. Thanx to autodigest for the soundtrack, and Vicki for the sexxyvoxx. Do add them to your podcast, we love and support cc to the best of our abilities!
Portuguese version (an exercise in phonetics)
Dear J.: listen and reminisce.
The path to redemption takes many shapes,
shapes one only suspected when long ago warned of dangers aplenty,
temptations precluding downfalls, all punctuated by pre-emptive lust
My God, I now understand your promise of righteousness
is the downfall mutated, a melting pot of sheer denial.
May tonight be the night of reconciliation.
May we pick up these golden shreds, spilled over countless expeditions
further fragmented beyond recognition
fueled by faceless fear and famine in the form of random desire
Until we can no longer tell what the hell has been driving us all along.
May tonight be a night for acceptance
the right seasoning of tenderness and brutality
the wholeness we have been craving ever since.
We shall raise tomorrow and face the rat race
as if a celebration unfolded before us,
as if pure joy poured from every pore
right before the sore eyes of this desolate witness.
We shall open our senses, tomorrow, as soon as tomorrow breaks,
and begin counting allies, forgiving enemies, recruiting strategists.
We shall forget the age-old adagios, whispered through centuries of avarice,
and walk the world as if for the first time.
For F., for D., for J.,
for the countless masters I have crossed paths with
Tonight will be the coldest night on record, they announce aplenty
broadcasts, newscasts, podcasts,
Strangers in awe of a few flurries
daily routine suddenly suspended, all angst forgiven,
Landscape transfigured, if only in our minds.
Tonight there is no darkness, no regret
Just metal and glass and voluntary solitude
An exercise in nonsense, woven by desire
in airy anticipation of days to come.
May tomorrow be a gracious book, pages aplenty
pages ripped, shriveled, stained and blank
A book of forecasts and forgiveness, transparency and euphoria
A book of secrets, A work-in-progress
Free from duty, proudly bolted in warm openness.
For D.
