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  • that sort of day

    Fev 29 2008, 13h37

    This is a mix for Hollikinz. It hasn't yet made it from the computer though...
    I remember posting a few months back that that particular day was "that sort" of day. The kind where you listen to If You're Feeling Sinister on repeat. She commented, and therefore I want to give her this cd.

    1. Greg Brown - Hey Baby Hey
    2. Martin Tielli - I'll Never Tear You Apart
    3. Alicia Penney - One Song
    4. Rheostatics - Take Me in Your Hand
    5. Jill Barber - When I'm Makin' Love to You
    6. Sam Phillips - Love Is Everywhere I Go
    7. John Lennon - Oh My Love
    8. Ohbijou - favorite skin
    9. 新居昭乃 - きれいな感情
    10. Elliott Smith - Pitseleh
    11. Chara - Lemon Candy
    12. Bright Eyes - The First Day of My Life
    13. The Brilliant Green - Stand by me
    14. Iron & Wine - Jezebel
    15. PJ Harvey - One Line
    16. Carmen Townsend - Sweet Little Bird
    17. The Decemberists - Angel, Won't You Call Me?
    18. Belle & Sebastian - Seeing Other People
  • Feed Yourself

    Fev 27 2007, 20h13

    A cage of turtles, a cone of hemp
    Was how he reeked, what he was smoking. (They're dancing.)
    A cage of falls was on the trees
    But I suppose, behind the trees.
    "I shouldn't have taken that pretty black hit.
    It wouldn't have mattered 'cause the band was shit.
    I spent the night retching in a rolling stream.
    Am I drunk or did I hear a scream?"
    Meanwhile, the triple sport chip off the block,
    He had an urge: a weird feeling.
    It was a pretty good night for a walk in the woods
    By the ravine, along the trail.
    They probably beat him up when he was young,
    Locked him outdoors for sucking his thumb.
    And they dressed him well, educated him clean,
    Must have taken his heart when they removed his spleen.

    I was scared, but I was so far from it.
    They called in the cops and they screamed "Red Level!"
    The killer boy's like a wannabe punk.
    One dead girl in a submarined trunk.
    Ah, what's the use in crying? I'm armed.

    I know temp work sucks, and a life it is not,
    But it's a job. Hell, it's a living.
    "For a sweet tomato, for such a party girl
    Is what I am. (So party on!)
    Like a box a chocolates and a Beatles song,
    These are the things you can always count on:
    We've got the moon, it's face, a wide-open space.
    I swear it's where I go when he gets on my case."
    But one minute you're here, and the next you're not,
    Then you're a dot on a blotter.
    The cops caught wind, and they cashed her in,
    They found the boy. He said he tried to save her.
    But they questioned him up and down with a stick.
    They traced his blood and found his sweat in her spit.
    So they locked him in a cell with four grey walls.
    "We got one dead girl, but the kid won't crow!"

    I was scared, but I was so far from it.
    They called in the cops and they screamed "Red Level!"
    The killer boy's like, he's a wannabe punk.
    One dead girl in a submarined trunk.
    Ah, what's the use in crying? I'm armed.

    When I was young I thought that things were good and fair they pulled my hair they pushed me in they forced me down city of sleep city of TRASH.

    The best boy triple sport killer is calm
    Carving the bird. He loads the plates.
    Outside in the street a vigil of girls
    Sing songs and hold candles.
    He loves his mom and he loves his own bed,
    He loves the things that Jesus said.
    "If you can't be pure, she might as well be dead."
    He hears a voice through a hole in his head.

    Suburban sharks, they love their blood in the parks.
    They want their peace. They want their druthers.
    We've gotta be safe from all the junkies who rape
    And all the blacks and single mothers.
    Those welfare-types and punks will run.
    They'll find a rank place with the immigrant scum.
    A girl was murdered, the boy was hung.
    That was my first summer that we owned a gun.

    One dead girl, she's in a submarined trunk...
    Within a black or white neighborhood, don't walk!
    Feed yourself, c'mon. Feed your children.

    No more death...



    Rheostatics
    Double Live
    Feed Yourself
  • AM mix

    Fev 13 2007, 0h12

    I wake up to this on mornings I have nowhere to rush to. I really love it, though it's not a perfect mix by far.

    Jill Barber - When I'm Makin' Love To You
    Greg Brown - Hey Baby Hey
    Rheostatics - Take Me In Your Hand
    Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day
    Kat Flint - Headrush
    Francis Cabrel - Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai
    Grant-Lee Phillips - I Often Dream of Trains
    Jill Barber - February
    Final Fantasy - This is the Dream of Win & Regine
    Carmen Townsend - Sweet Little Bird
    Rheostatics - I Fab Thee
    Sleepy Driver - Ring The Black Bell
  • rough around the edges

    Jan 29 2007, 15h40

    The Greenhornes - Shine Like The Sun
    Beats For Beginners - Mechanical Man
    The Magnetic Fields - Crazy For You (But Not That Crazy)
    All Girl Summer Fun Band - Video Game Heart
    The Maynards - Driven
    Thunderbirds Are Now! - Eat This City
    Dark Side Of The Cop - Shakey Little Rules
    Yo La Tengo - Little Eyes
    The Magic Numbers - Long Legs
    Architecture in Helsinki - It'5!
    Asobi Seksu - Mizu Asobi
    Augustus Sweetheart - We Know You're Beautiful
    The Blow - Pardon Me
    Basil the Mouse - She Smells Like Fruity Pebbles
    Handsomeboy Technique - Adelie Coast Walts
    Boards of Canada - Nova Scotia Robots
    Girls in Hawaii - 9:00am
  • Kat Flint > Headrush

    Ago 19 2006, 21h20

    we're ready for you now
    we're ready for you now
    sweet hallelujah, sang the choir
    we're ready

    stand up and take a bow
    stand up and be counted
    for your sins and failed love affairs
    like anyone cares

    well you can keep the past
    I give my history
    it doesn't mean that much to me
    if you'll only stop to shake my hand

    and, I preach my gospel like a drunk evangelist
    but I would recommend this
    this is, this is, this is
    this is

    oh, a poor man's replacement for love
    a cheap imitation for human touch
    how's it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?

    we're only underwhelmed
    distinctly underdressed
    I would have worn a shorter skirt
    if I had the legs, I guess

    if you'll forgive me that
    I'll do the best i can
    who knows, maybe one day
    I might learn how to play like a man

    but it's still
    a poor man's replacement for love
    a cheap imitaion for human touch
    how's it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
    oh, how's it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?

    oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
    oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
    oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
    oh, oh no, oh no, oh no
    oh no

    it's still
    a poor man's replacement for love
    a cheap imitation for human touch
    how's it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
    how's it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?
    how's it feel to be a lonely girl's headrush?

    Kat Flint
  • Alicia Penney > One Song

    Ago 12 2006, 22h56

    Feel something true about a false situation
    One song, one song and you've got me
    It defies explanation
    One song and you've done me in

    Why must I fall further and faster
    Less and less reason
    More and more foolish each time I recover

    You've struck a cord in me, made an impression
    One song, one song and you've got me
    And so here's my confession
    One song and you've done me in

    All of my thoughts seem more and more frequent
    There's less and less meaning
    In all of my searching, how can I recover?

    Lending your voice to provide inspiration
    One song, one song and you've got me
    You've won my admiration
    One song and you've done me in

    Alicia Penney > One Song