Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #63


After reading a post by Rol about Huey Lewis and the News and Back to the Future, I was prompted to re-visit the films that I watched when I was younger, including an obsession with Michael J. Fox starting at age thirteen. There’s no really good reason for this dedication to an actor who had hit the nadir of his career at the exact time I started delving into all of his older films (although there was a bit of a timely renaissance as he started Spin City soon after). I’m certain of my addictive personality, but there are times that I wish I could forget all of Michael J. Fox’s character names from Midnight Madness through to The Frighteners. At least I won’t be able to recite them in chronological order anymore.

At any rate, in addition to my nostalgic impulse to go back to my Back to the Future soundtrack (cassette), I went to YouTube and re-watched the absolutely brutal cult film Class of 1984, in which Fox is the trumpet-playing kid who gets stabbed in the gut, and the film was exactly as I remembered it, though perhaps not quite so traumatizing now that I’m thirteen years older; in fact, it seemed more like a poor man’s Jubilee. I was reminded of how that Alice Cooper song never really left me – especially the line “Look at my face, I am the future” – even though I didn’t actually hear the song again until recently. This then prompted me to re-watch an even more brutal, obscure film, Light of Day, starring Joan Jett, and of course, Michael J. Fox, sporting the exact same haircut and singing the Bruce Springsteen song. Lastly, I took a listen back to the title track for Fox’s relatively successful film The Secret of My Success, and since the song was by Night Ranger, I was reminded of a Christian Bale interview in which he stated one of his favourite bands is the Manic Street Preachers, but that his wife thought they sounded like Night Ranger. They don’t.

In many ways, I lived in a time warp for my teenage years. While I definitely remember seeing many of the films in the teen flick boom of the late 90s (ie: 10 Things I Hate About You, She’s All That, Can’t Hardly Wait, etc), I was most affected by and most obsessed with films from the previous decade. I’m still trying to pinpoint what could have precipitated this, but all I can think is that I had some sort of subliminal memories of my childhood in the 80s, and that these films, which evoked that time, comforted me. These movies seemed to fall in a few broad categories: fantasy, teen/Brat Pack, or dance/musical. In some cases, I’ve continued to watch these older films as I grew, and others I completely left behind or forgot I had on VHS.

As for this mix, I’ve included songs from favourite films from both my childhood (Labyrinth, Little Shop of Horrors, Beetlejuice, Princess Bride, Never Ending Story) and from my skewed adolescence (Class of 1984, Back to the Future, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Pretty in Pink, Breakfast Club, St. Elmo’s Fire, The Secret of My Success, Say Anything, Grease, Adventures in Babysitting, Footloose). While Doc Hollywood (yeah, don’t even bother trying to shame me) was technically a 90s film, I did watch it in my teens and it featured that Chesney Hawkes one hit wonder, which provided one of the better comic moments on Never Mind the Buzzcocks. And while I have seen the Brat Pack film Weird Science, as a teen, I was more into watching the television series/re-make. This one’s called Hipster Kryptonite.

Then He Kissed Me – The Crystals

Skid Row (Downtown) – Little Shop of Horrors Cast

I Am the Future – Alice Cooper

Light of Day – Joan Jett and the Black Hearts

Back in Time – Huey Lewis & the News

You’re the One That I Want – Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta

Oh Yeah (Indian Summer Version) – Yello

Weird Science – Oingo Boingo

Pretty in Pink – The Psychedelic Furs

(Don’t You) Forget About Me – Simple Minds

St. Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion) – John Parr

The Secret of My Success – Night Ranger

I Am the One and Only – Chesney Hawkes

I’m Free (Heaven Helps the Man) – Kenny Loggins

Beetlejuice Theme – Danny Elfman

Underground – David Bowie

Never Ending Story – Limahl

I Will Never Love Again – Mark Knopfler and Guy Fletcher

In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel


9 Responses to “Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #63”

  1. 1 tallglassofmilk
    April 27, 2009 at 10:27 am

    OMG. This list is fantastic. Thanks for the trip down movie memory lane.

  2. 2 Mickenzy
    April 27, 2009 at 4:15 pm

    Yes.. I remember this stuff hehe.

  3. 3 Stuart Kaufman
    April 28, 2009 at 5:57 pm

    You might be interested in this album…

  4. 4 Rol
    April 29, 2009 at 7:03 am

    The 80s has a lot to answer for… but there’s never been a better decade for teen movies, and I doubt there ever will be.

  5. 5 Jack
    May 2, 2009 at 8:21 am

    Can you reupload Lorraine’smsong Touch me?From this post https://condemnedtorocknroll.wordpress.com/2008/09/06/everyday-is-like-sunday-except-for-blue-monday-and-ruby-tuesday-andwell-friday-im-in-love-weekly-mix-33/
    I’ve been hunting for it for ages. PLEASE help me out. Thanks!

  6. 6 jc
    May 4, 2009 at 6:47 am

    For once m’dear, I cant agree with you. Too many of the tunes in today’s mix have not aged well…..and are verging on the unlistenable.

    But then again, I am a crotchety old man.

    • 7 condemnedtorocknroll
      May 4, 2009 at 10:16 am

      JC, that’s perfectly fine – I, myself, hadn’t listened to many of these until I decided to pull them out for this mix. I will admit that many of them bring back good memories despite how cheesy they are.

  7. 8 RichMoly
    November 16, 2009 at 7:01 am

    The music track listed above as being ‘Oh Yeah (Indian Summer Version) – Yello’ is NOT the Indian Summer version!

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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

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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

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

The Indelicates American Demo

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Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar

JAMC Darklands

And we tried so hard

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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

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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

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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

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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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Pretty sirens don't go flat

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Longpigs The Sun

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Your funny name

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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

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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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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

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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

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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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