http://www.ted.com/talks/arthur_benjamin_does_mathemagic.html



Exercises








Unit 11.1 audio track 2.22


Billie Piper fan club sketch - Big Train - BBC comedy
Rowan Atkinson Live - The Good Loser





Little Bird
Your heart sings like a kettle
and your words, they boil away like steam.
A lie burns long while the truth bites quick,
a heart is built for both it seems.
You are lonely as a church,
despite the queuing out your door.
I am empty as a promise, no more.

When the time comes,
and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.

I was salted by your hunger,
now you've gone and lost your appetite
and a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight.
I am lonely as a memory
despite the gathering round the fire.
Aren't you every bird on every wire?

When the time comes,
and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.
Here I stay, I lay me down,
in a house by the Hill.
Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill.
Passenger

Walking 'round Chicago
I have smuggled you as cargo
Though you are far away unknowing
By the time we get to salt lake
I have packed you in my suitcase
Iron the creases from my own remembering
She said "Burn.. oh why"
And I said "Burn.. oh why"

We wound our way to Texas
And I summoned rumbled hexes
And I sent them across dust and oceans
In Phoenix, Arizona I had a notion I might phone ya
But there it lived and died a notion

She said "Burn.. oh why"
And I said "Burn.. oh why"

Oh my satellite
Oh my passenger

We came upon Ohio
I have you chewed on like a biro
You are a sum I am no closer to deciphering
We came to Minneapolis
All fizzy blood and twitchy fists
I buried you in a day of snowing

She said "Burn.. oh why"
And I said "Burn.. oh why"


Oh my satellite
Oh my passenger
Oh my satellite
Oh my passenger
Knots

It was early in the morning,
we were sitting on the stoop,
there wheeled away a starling
and I thought that I would too.

Oh for all I knew,
I was lost through and through,
in my high heels and my old dress
with my new keys in the wrong city.

I tie the knots to remember in my heart,
so I choke and I sputter to a stop,
I am a borrower and lender of the lot.
I walk away asleep
and chalk an outline round the scene.
This shadow play of whiskey talk,
a heavy denier dream.
Oh let it be, I was lost in him and me.
In my high heels and my old dress
with my new keys in the wrong city.
I tie the knots to remember in my heart,
so I choke and I sputter to a stop,
I am a borrower and lender of the lot.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dWMIuiЫрштуpn_c&feature=related
Syd Barret
Shine on, you crazy diamond ( David Gilmour's tribute to Syd Barret)Syd Barret's recently rediscovered ZBS foundation interview from August 1967

Paul McCartney's show "Chaos and Creation at Abbey Road"
CCTV shows a girl falling through pavement
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-17827983

Emily Haddad made her debut on the jazz scene in 1987 at age five. Her performances at the Gold Star Sardine Bar and the Green Mill in Chicago were heavily covered by the local media. Witness the string of news clips about her Sardine Bar appearance in the compilation below. Would you call it chutzpah or real talent?
J.D. Salinger Doesn't Want To Talk (BBC documentary)