Side A
Artist	Song
The Frames	Falling Slowly
Townes Van Zandt	Be Here To Love Me
Sufjan Stevens	To Be Alone With You
David Gray	Be Mine
Josh Ritter	To The Dogs Or Whoever
Ray Charles	Don't You Know
The White Stripes	We're Going To Be Friends
Soul Coughing	Soundtrack To Mary
Leo Kottke	Learning The Game
Finger Eleven	Paralyzer
Joseph Arthur & The Lonely Astronauts	I Will Carry You
Joe Cocker	Something
The Fray	Look After You
Amos Lee	Sympathize
Paul McCartney	That Would Be Something (acoustic)
T-Bone Walker	I'm Waiting For Your Call
Bill Withers	Hope She'll Be Happier
Joe Henry	Scare Me To Death
Solomon Burke	Tomorrow Is Forever
Toad the Wet Sprocket	I Will Not Take These Things For Granted
Mat Kearney	Can't Break Her Fall
The Everly Brothers	All I Have To Do Is Dream
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Side B
Artist	Song	Buy
She & Him	You Really Gotta Hold On Me
Tristan Prettyman	Simple As It Should Be
Fink	Trouble's What You're In
Gary Louris	I Wanna Get High
The Beatles	Happiness Is A Warm Gun
Fiona Apple	Criminal
Portishead	Nylon Smile
Sondre Lerche	On And Off Again
Ane Brun	To Let Myself Go
Hayden	Barely Friends
Pearl Jam	Better Man
The Last Shadow Puppets	I Don't Like You Anymore
Tom Waits	Sea Of Love
Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins	Handle With Care
Patrick Watson	Bright Shiny Lights
Howie Day	Collide
Poe	Fly Away
Michael Andrews and Gary Jules	Mad World
Jump, Little Children	All Those Days Are Gone
Mazzy Star	Into Dust
M. Ward	You Still Believe In Me
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From the moment I laid eyes on [identity-protected], I was in love with her.

If you're truly given only three great loves in your life, she was at least two of them, even though I never told her. Not that it mattered - she knew all along. You can't hid that kind of devotion.

How long were we friends? Most of my adult life, I guess. It was one of those enduring friendships, where a year could pass without seeing each other, but five minutes into the reunion it's like you've never been apart. And oh, the adventures we had! Drinking margaritas until four AM and then going to work together at seven. The concerts, the skinny-dipping in the river, the simple companionship of taking a long walk. It was, to say the least, a complicated friendship, always skirting the rim of something more. [identity-protected] was first and foremost my best friend, but she thought (wrongly) that I was 'too good for her', even if she loved me too. It was the longing of a bad sitcom: Will they or won't they?

Then one day, she up and left town.

She said she needed a break, and she thought Chicago would clear her head. Her letter said she was thinking of going back to school. She was making plans, correcting her life.

She went into stripping to earn money for school. I don't know when the drugs came in, or the heavy hard drinking. Later letters hinted at the prostitution, though she never came out and said it outright. For three aching years I worried about her. Until her sister broke the news - [identity-protected] was dead. A murder/suicide in a piece of shit fleabag motel on the south side of Chicago.

For a long time I couldn't imagine it. How had [identity-protected] gone from the vibration of life I knew to this miserable, strung-out girl on the edge of sanity? How did she wind up in a seedy mot[el room with a gun and only two bullets?

This mix is about coming to terms with it. The first side is told from my point of view. The second side is told from primarily from hers. And it's called Just Two Bullets - A Seedy Motel Mix.

NOTE: I've sworn to myself over and over that I would *never* use "Mad World" on a mix, because it always makes me think of [identity-protected]. Guess this lets me break the rule. And her name was not Mary.

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