Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday, Ruby Tuesday and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #91

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Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday, Ruby Tuesday and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #91

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I explained my loathing of Christmas last year, and all I can say is how happy I am not to be working retail (it was getting pretty close as the resumés kept going out to no avail last year). I’m already feeling the funk creep in (not the Parliament kind) as I avoid the shopping centres and try my hardest to block out my mother’s moaning about not having enough extended family for holiday occasions (the dig at my singleness is duly noted – if only she could understand what pure joy I have in my own company…she’d likely have me sectioned).

Apparently, Christmas sales are down this year, not because of the credit crunch or the recession or whatever else you want to call the routine economic trough, but because we don’t have any snow yet. I find that peculiar. Are we, as humans, that affected by climate conditions when engaging in capitalism? So, not only can we blame obesity on our snow and extreme cold, but we can also accuse frozen precipitation for our economic woes and proclivities. Just think – if global warming really takes off, Manitoba just might end up a communist province. Hmmm…has anyone checked into how much snow Russia got at the beginning of glasnost?

I did solve one problem for this year: I went ahead and downloaded that pesky Christmas with the California Raisins claymation special that we hunt for in our basement every year. Although, now that’s one less tradition and I feel a little emptier inside.

As I did with my Halloween mix this year, I will merely add on some tracks to last year’s compilation. There are considerably less palatable Christmas tunes than there are Halloween ones, so I’ve tried my best to ferret out some other good ones, or at least ones that won’t make you want to cut yourself on ornament shards or climb into the chimney, curl up and die. New tracks include offerings from: yet another Eddie Argos project, Glam Chops; the witty Eugene McGuinness, who came in as a runner-up in my top albums last year; darkwavers I Love Poland, who cover The Waitresses’ Christmas classic; a bouncy bit of holiday house from Saint Etienne; Hyperbubble and their double-speed synthpoppy carolling; the best track from the How the Grinch Stole Christmas; some acoustic anti-capitalist balladry from Rufus Wainwright; Yeah Yeah Yeahs and an unconventional bit of festive pop; IAMX’s ethereal French version of Silent Night, which I put up under a different post last winter; Jane Siberry and a characteristically gently sweet holiday song; a Ryuichi Sakamoto piano instrumental from the film of the same name that also starred Sakamoto; a 1972 classic from Harry Nilsson; and the rather hilarious duet between Stephen Colbert and Elvis Costello, which first appeared in Stephen Colbert’s Christmas special last year. Following the tradition of Better Than Fruitcake, this mix is called Better Than Mincemeat. Why call bits of fruit drowned in alcohol “meat”? Truly disappointing for those of us who enjoy meat.

Next weekend…Year-End Round-Up.

Christmas Number One – The Black Arts

Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want to Fight Tonight) – The Ramones

Father Christmas – The Kinks

Countdown to Christmas – Glam Chops

Christmas in Killarney – Eugene McGuinness

We Three Kings – Reverend Horton Heat

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen – Bright Eyes

Little Drummer Boy – The Dandy Warhols

Christmas Wrapping – I Love Poland

I Was Born on Christmas Day – Saint Etienne

Away in a Manger – Hyperbubble

Christmas Reindeer – The Knife

Can You Hear What I Hear? – Bodies of Water

Frosty the Snowman – Cocteau Twins

Christmas Fire – The Deer Tracks

She Came Home For Christmas – Mew

Put the Lights on the Tree – Sufjan Stevens

Child’s Christmas in Wales – John Cale

Fairytale of New York – Stars

The Christmas Song – The Raveonettes

Christmas is Cancelled – The Long Blondes

A Christmas Duel – The Hives and Cyndi Lauper

White Christmas – The Pipettes

Sleigh Ride – The Ronettes

Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Tom Jones and Cerys Matthews

You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch – How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Spotlight on Christmas – Rufus Wainwright

It’s Christmas Time – Yo La Tengo

All I Want for Christmas – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Carol of the Bells – The Polyphonic Spree

December Will Be Magic Again – Kate Bush

Winter Wonderland – Goldfrapp

Christmas and Train Trips and Things – Trembling Blue Stars

It’s Xmas So We’ll Stop – Frightened Rabbit

Merry Christmas (I Love You) – Hawksley Workman

Listening to Otis Redding At Home During Christmas – Okkervil River

Last Christmas – Manic Street Preachers

Peace On Earth/Little Drummer Boy – Bing Crosby and David Bowie

Christmas Song – Mogwai

Douce Nuit – IAMX

Are You Burning, Little Candle? – Jane Siberry

Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence – Ryuichi Sakamoto

Remember (Christmas) – Harry Nilsson

There Are Much Worse Things to Believe In – Stephen Colbert and Elvis Costello

Christmas on Earth – Momus

The Christmas Wish – Kermit the Frog

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3 Responses to “Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday, Ruby Tuesday and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #91”

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1 matt m
November 30, 2009 at 8:23 am

Brilliant mix. Housemartins “I Smell Winter” would be a good addition to this. Weezer “Hark the Hark the Angels” is nice too.

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2 Bones
November 30, 2009 at 8:01 pm

Could you PLEEEEEASE re-upload “All I Want For Christmas” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs?!

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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

We're a couple, when our bodies double

Summer rains are here

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

He's born a liar, he'll die a liar

Some things will never be different

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house

I've waited 7 years and 15 days

There's every kid for miles at my house, my house

And the neighbors can't...call the police

There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house

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

I just can't help believing

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

The problem of leisure

What to do for pleasure

Ideal love a new purchase

A market of the senses

Dream of the perfect life

Economic circumstances

The body is good business

Sell out, maintain the interest

Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again

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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