Metaform - Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

. Aug 30, 2008
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Genre: Downtempo, Electronic, Trip-Hop, Beat
Year: 2008
Label: JUST
Where: L.A. San Francisco & Tokyo
Rating: 9/10

Also Listen to: Emancipator, Noon, RJD2, ediT, Madita

1. Rock It Number Nine
2. Urban Velvet
3. Brick And Mortar
4. Sunday
5. The Telephone
6. Heaven Can Wait
7. Let Your Hair Down Girl
8. Lonely Boy
9. As If In A Dream
10. Crush
11. Barbie Doll
12. Lamenting Break
13. Bubblegum
14. Pch
15. Demo Submission
16. Deep Concentration
17. The Secret
18. I Feel Good
19. Love And Loss


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Völundarkviða

In Norse mythology, there are two swans that drink from the sacred Well of Urd in the realm of Asgard, home of the gods. According to the Prose Edda, the water of this well is so pure and holy that all things that touch it turn white, including this original pair of swans and all others descended from them. The poem Volundarkvida, or the Lay of Volund, part of the Poetic Edda, also features swan maidens and are said to now reside in the Swan (Omega) Nebula.


The poetic Edda (Völundarkviða) relates the story of the artisan Völundr the Smith. In the poem, he is called "prince of the elves" or "wise one among the elves" (vísi álfa) and "one of the álfar" or "leader of álfar" (álfa ljóði). He is also mentioned as one of the three sons of the king of the Finns in the poem. His wife Hervor-Alvitr, a valkyrie, abandons him after nine years, and he is later captured by Níðuðr, a petty-king of Närke (Sweden) greedy for his gold. Völundr is hamstrung and put to work on an island making artifacts for the king. Eventually he finds means of revenge and escape. He kills Niðuðr's sons, impregnates his daughter and then flies away laughing.

In the night went men,
in studded corslets,
their shields glistened
in the waning moon.