Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mixes #81 and #82

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Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mixes #81 and #82

Categories: commiseration, numbers and weekly mix

Breathless

It’s been an extremely long week (so long, in fact, that it became two weeks), and I’m still feeling a little crabby because I came down with a cold last weekend in the midst of a heatwave in a house with no air conditioning. A few days later, I ended up with some extremely vomitous backpain (if this is me at 26, I may as well call it quits at 30). I’m also just feeling bogged down with work, so I’m going to do a cheer up mix. Frankly, I despise people who tell me to cheer up or smile more – the only people who smile all the time are idiots. Or lobotomized. I also can’t stand it when people say “Think positive” – I can feel the bile rise to the back of my throat as I read the trite shite (not to mention it should be the adverb “positively”). It’s almost, but not quite, as annoying as a former co-worker who used to tell me to buck up. So, needless to say, this mix isn’t going to feature songs like the deluded Don’t Worry, Be Happy; if anything, these songs are comforting even in some of their sadder moments, especially the commiserating classic, Sit Down by James (I’m happy to bring you the extended Rough Trade version, which I initially downloaded from JC over at the excellent The Vinyl Villain), and other songs that make me feel better, including a guilty pleasure from my high school days, Pluto’s Goodbye Girl, some fizzy synthpop, and The June Brides’ Josef’s Gone, which I’m convinced partly inspired the melody for Motorcycle Emptiness. I suppose this is really a commiserating sort of mix rather than an all-out cheer up, but all of these songs seem to get me breathing normally again. Whereas songs like Breathe by Faith Hill can actually make me feel like I’m having an asthma attack. This mix is called Everybody Hurts.

Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again. – L. Frank Baum

Sit Down (Rough Trade Version) – James

Sometimes I Scare Children – The Kid

The Number One Song in Heaven – Sparks

Take On Me (Extended Mix) – a-ha

Bizarre Love Triangle – New Order

I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ – Scissor Sisters

Magic Game – Sliimy

This Charming Man (New York Vocal) – The Smiths

The Goodbye Girl – Pluto

Little By Little – The Wannadies

Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse – Of Montreal

Tear Garden – IAMX

The Night Starts Here – Stars

Half Way to Crazy – The Jesus & Mary Chain

Josef’s Gone – The June Brides

Higher Grounds – Cats On Fire

The Man Who Took On Love (And Won) – The Low Miffs and Malcolm Ross

If You Need Someone – Field Mice

No Tomorrow – The Boyfriends

Down the Dip – Aztec Camera

numbers

And because I realize my blogging has been inexcusably sporadic of late, here’s a second mix to make up for some of the lack. This one is inspired by Rol over at the eternally entertaining Sunset Over Slawit, where he has been counting down lists of songs with numbers in the titles. So, here is a smattering of numerically-inclined songs (I have a feeling that I will be returning to this theme again in the future). I will try my hardest to get at least a couple of posts out this week. This one’s called Countdown.

In-Joke For One – Fosca

Three and Nine – Roxy Music

Three Cheers For Our Side – Orange Juice

The Four Platitudes (A Bridge Song) – Parenthetical Girls

Eleven Executioners – Momus

Six Different Ways – The Cure

Seven – Fever Ray

Thirty Frames a Second – Simple Minds

Two Divided By Zero – Pet Shop Boys

Eight Flew Over, One Was Destroyed – Mew

Five Ten Fiftyfold – Cocteau Twins

One Thousand Reasons – The Sound

Twenty Four Hours – Joy Division

Sixteen Days – Modern English

Low Five – Sneaker Pimps

Thirteen Days – Sibrydion

Dozen Wicked Words – Longpigs

The Eighteenth Emergency – Butcher Boy

Anthems For a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl – Broken Social Scene

Ten Seconds to Midnight – The Divine Comedy

5 Responses to “Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mixes #81 and #82”

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1 fan777
September 20, 2009 at 10:52 pm

Thank you! This mix is fantastics.

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2 jc
September 28, 2009 at 10:54 am

I reckon this is your best mix yet….

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3 Steve Hill
October 31, 2009 at 1:55 pm

I’ve just tried to download the Rough Trade version of James – Sit Down and the link has expired. Don’t suppose there is any chance of uploading it again? Cheers. Steve.

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4 john
December 24, 2009 at 6:01 pm

Nice mixes! Forgive me for appearing to spam you but here’s a link to a cover of Two Divided By Zero by my band. Hope you enjoy.

Keep it up!

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5 D.DUB
June 22, 2010 at 3:25 pm

Umm.. i love your choice of music, but your threads… they’re always expired.
Not cute..

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The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

But you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun

Charles Windsor, who's at the door

At such an hour, who's at the door

In the back of an old green Cortina

You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes

The kind you hoped were dead

They've come to chop, to chop off your head

Then you came with your breezeblocks

Smashing up my face like a bus-stop

You think you're giving

But you're taking my life away

Won't someone give me more fun?

(and the skin flies all around us)

We kiss in his room to a popular tune

Oh, real drowners

Don't walk away

In silence

See the danger

Always danger

Endless talking

Life rebuilding

Don't walk away

Walk in silence

Don't turn away in silence

Your confusion

My illusion

Worn like a mask of self-hate

Confronts and then dies

Don't walk away

You don't want to hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder

Oh there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love

Tell me we both matter don't we

I don't know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender

I wake at dusk to go alone without a light

To the unknown

I want this night inside of me

I want to feel

I want this speeding

I want that speeding

You'll never live like common people

You'll never do what common people do

You'll never fail like common people

You'll never watch your life slide out of view

And dance and drink and screw

Because there's nothing else to do

All I have is words, words that don't obtain

And I feel I'm a stain on your horizon

So I stay away - it's easier that way

And there won't be no-one I need to rely on

Is it him, is it me

Or is there something only I can see

How did I get here, why do we blow around like straw dogs on the breeze

I'm a special one, what they used to say

But I've to stay on, finish levels-A

You don't need exams when you've read John Gray

And nobody ever comes alive

And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies

And boys who should know better grin and get high

With fat men who once met the MC5

And no one discusses what they don't understand

And no one does anything to harm the brand

And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard

Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar

JAMC Darklands

And we tried so hard

And we looked so good

And we lived our lives in black

Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe,

Take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard:

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town...that they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come - nuclear bomb

Back when we were kids

We would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything

Prices have risen since the government fell

Casualties increase as the enemy shell

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive

And sooner or later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent, running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape

Well, maybe there's a god above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning

My body is your body

I won't tell anybody

If you want to use my body

Go for it

Oh it's opening time

Down on Fascination Street

So let's cut the conversation

And get out for a bit

Because I feel it all fading and paling

And I'm begging

To drag you down with me

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity

Did you see the way I cowered to authority

You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway

It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids

They fall in love, they fall in love

We just want to emote til we're dead

I know we suffer for fashion

Or whatever

We don't want these days to ever end

We just want to emasculate them forever

Forever, forever

Pretty sirens don't go flat

It's not supposed to happen like that

There's no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else

In bed

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's

I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's

Does his makeup in his room

Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eyeholes in a paper bag

Greatest lay I ever had

Kind of guy who mates for life

Gotta help him find a wife

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Savaged beauty life

Falling here from grace

Sister feeling call

Cruising land to land

No faith no creed no soul

Half a world away

Beauty sleeps in time

Sound and fury play

North to south

Empty

Running on

Bravado

As if to say, as if to say

He doesn't like chocolate

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Because the jocks can't...get in the door

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Though believing sees me cursed

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say "I love you"

It took 10 years to realise why the angels start to cry

When you go home down the main

Your happy smile

Your funny name

Doesn't she look a million with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Yes, she's a beautiful brunette angel from heaven with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Augment a beautiful brunette

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When you've laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are

You must let her go

She's not crying

Baiting

Feeling like I'm waiting

Modern times

Valentines

Hating

Hating to distraction

Just leave them alone

Whipcrack

Girls in the back

They say come back to earth and start getting real, yeah

I say come back to earth and start getting real

I know I can't

So I walk right up to you

And you walk all over me

And I ask you what you want

And you tell me what you need

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What to do for pleasure

Ideal love a new purchase

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The body is good business

Sell out, maintain the interest

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Going round in a circle I can't get out

Then I look around thinking day and night and day

Then you look around - there must be some explanation

And the tension builds

India, India

You're my love song

India, you're my love song

In the flowers

You can have me in the flowers

We will dance alone

And live our useless lives

They only want you when you're seventeen

When you're twenty-one

You're no fun

They take a polaroid and let you go

Say they'll let you know

No consolation prizes

Spit out your lies and chewing gum

Cut off your hair yeah that's it!

If you look like that I swear I'm gonna love you more

All the neighbors are startin' up a fire

Burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars.

My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids

But my heart keeps watchin' through the skin of my eyelids

Prince charming

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of

Don't you ever, don't you ever

Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome

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