Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #45

I really don’t enjoy Christmas and haven’t done for about fifteen years. It’s pretty much one long capitalistic wank, and considering I only usually buy gifts for my immediate family, I avoid the whole shopping mall extravaganza as much as possible. Sure, there’s all that supposed “Christmas spirit” about, making people do and think things they don’t for the rest of the entire year. And there’s that fantastic family time where you are forced to hang out with relatives who don’t really know you at all and don’t care to, and who inevitably have nothing to talk about. The only part of Christmas I tend to enjoy is watching the original How the Grinch Stole Christmas, but without fail, I miss it on TV every year, which only serves to make me more grumpy. I should just get a proper copy of it and be done with the whole thing. (My family has also created a Christmas tradition of searching for our copy of the Claymation Christmas special with the California Raisins, camels in sneakers and bells with faces – we swear we taped a copy, but we have never found it. Again we should just get a new copy, but no one can be bothered.)

One of the most abysmal things about Christmas, though (aside from fruitcake) is the music on offer. When I worked retail for five years, I heard the same loop of Christmas songs for two months out of each year until I wanted to stab my eyes out with candlesticks. The particularly horrendous one that still makes me twitch to this very day is that Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime song from Paul McCartney. It’s difficult to find decent Christmas music – I generally grin and bear the traditional family Christmas music like Boney M and Mannheim Steamroller (we usually only play it during our four-Sundays-before-Christmas-German-advent tradition when we light another candle on the wreath each Sunday evening leading up to Christmas). The only Christmas music I have ever purchased is Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite and Sufjan Stevens’ four-disc set. However, over the years, I’ve built up a small collection of songs that I find bearable and I’ve assembled a chunk of them here for the weekly mix. So, when you have to do Christmassy tasks of any sort (wrapping gifts, decorating the tree, baking cookies, running people over in the parking lot), you can have something to listen to. There will be no Band Aid, no Elvis, no Frank Sinatra, and definitely no *twitch* Paul McCartney.

As with my Halloween mix, I’ve only provided links to every second track, but the full mix is available to download at the very bottom. The mix kicks off with a little rock, including the brilliantly satirical Christmas Number One from last year done by the geniuses of Black Box Recorder and Art Brut. Then there’s a little bit of electronic with The Knife and Dandy Warhols before you eventually hit some retro Spectorish songs by The Raveonettes, The Long Blondes, The Hives and Cyndi Lauper, and of course The Ronettes themselves. I’ve included Stars’ cover of The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl classic because I had already used the original Fairytale of New York for a duet mix earlier this year – don’t fear, the Stars version is pretty great. Then it goes rather gentle into the good night with Kate Bush, Goldfrapp, Mogwai, Momus, Okkervil River and that duet with David Bowie and Bing Crosby, which must be included – despite its awkward bit of cringe-inducing dialogue – because I love David Bowie. It all finishes up with Kermit the Frog because I love Muppets as much as David Bowie (which explains why my favourite film is Labyrinth). Also, as an exercise in craziness and kicks, I would suggest you take a look at the Last Christmas Web site, where all known covers of George Michael’s contemporary classic are gathered. I stumbled across it last year when I started realizing just how many covers of that song I had come across – apparently someone else had already beaten me to the wondering and took that one extra step toward OCD. For this mix you’ll get the Manics version from an appearance on TFI Friday (much better than the strange Christmas Ghost song they came up with last year). So, this mix is called Better Than Fruitcake. Bah, humbug!

Christmas Number One – The Black Arts

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

Father Christmas – The Kinks

We Three Kings – Reverend Horton Heat

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen – Bright Eyes

Little Drummer Boy – The Dandy Warhols

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

It’s Christmas Time – Yo La Tengo

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

Christmas on Earth – Momus

The Christmas Wish – Kermit the Frog

Weekly Mix #45 (Megaupload)

7 Responses to “Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #45”

  1. 1 M
    November 30, 2008 at 4:11 pm

    what a great list – thanks for posting! I see some favorites, and a bunch I don’t know. Now I have something to counteract the rest of the family holiday music …

  2. 2 elliusbellius
    December 3, 2008 at 11:50 pm

    Holy crap, this is one of the best mixes I’ve seen. :) Thank you so much for knowing how to rock. ;)

  3. 3 Ed
    December 9, 2008 at 9:06 pm

    Great list – still trying to download Manics version of Last Christmas. Been having my own Christmas thing over at 17 Seconds too…

  4. 4 30daysinthehole
    December 14, 2008 at 7:38 am

    You need “Christmas Ghost” by the Manics on your list. Pretty good though!

  5. 5 Brittany Anne Myers
    December 20, 2008 at 7:35 am

    can you re-up kate bush’s song?

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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

The Smiths Queen is Dead

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

The Clash London Calling

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

The Associates Affectionate

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

Vanilla Swingers

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

The Indelicates American Demo

And nobody ever comes alive

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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

Wire Pink Flag

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


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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

Mansun Six

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

Japan Gentlemen

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids

They fall in love, they fall in love


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I know we suffer for fashion

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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

Longpigs The Sun

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Make me smell like myself

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To make me smell like someone else

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Calvin Harris I Created Disco

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


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Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eyeholes in a paper bag

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Falling here from grace

Sister feeling call

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Half a world away

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Bloc Party Silent Alarm

North to south


Running on


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He doesn't like chocolate

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LCD Soundsystem

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house

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Though believing sees me cursed

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When you go home down the main

Your happy smile

Your funny name

Cocteau Twins Bluebell


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Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

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Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Augment a beautiful brunette

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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



Feeling like I'm waiting

Modern times



Hating to distraction

Just leave them alone


Girls in the back

Girls in the back

Puressence Don't Forget

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


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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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Dream of the perfect life

Economic circumstances

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Going round in a circle I can't get out

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Then you look around - there must be some explanation

And the tension builds

Psychdedelic Furs

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

Ladytron Light Magic

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


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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

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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