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Your Eyes Make Me Want to Return the Video I Rented a Couple Days Ago
Artist | Song | |
Kenny Rogers & The First Edition | Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In | |
Veruca Salt | Shutterbug | |
The Kills | Cat Claw | |
The Decemberists | The Soldiering Life | |
Duraluxe | Change Your Mind | |
Electric Six | Gay Bar | |
English Beat | Save It For Later | |
George Clinton And Parliment Funkadelic | We Want The Funk | |
Jump, Little Children | U Can Look | |
Guster | Airport Song | |
Junior Senior | move your feet | |
Kim Wilde | Kids In America | |
The Libertines | Who's Got the Crack (Moldy Peaches cover) | |
Magnetic Fields | Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits | |
Mars Volta | Cut That City | |
Nickel Creek | Spit on a Stranger | |
Radiohead | Maquiladora | |
Lucinda Williams | Sweet Side | |
Reverend Horton Heat | I Can't Surf | |
The Cramps | Human Fly | |
The Dandy Warhols | We Used To Be Friends | |
The Decemberists | Shiny | |
Comment:
I don't have a discription for this, but I thought I'd quote something from the back of my dad's Harpers Bizarre record."During September, visitors to producer Lenny Waronker's office at Warner Bros. Records saw a pencil-printed sign hung under the cover of the first Harpers album, which was stuck up on his wall. This sign, stuck by Ted and Dick, the shorters (5'8") of the group, read:
HARPERS BIZZARE ARE NOT CUTE
Apparently not. Since they first begain Feelin' Groovy, Dick Scoppettone has had his brown locks trimmed to terrier length by some U.S. Army clown posing as a barber. Wise-up time. Ted Templeman, whose blond hair falls over his head like the skin of a peeled banana, has traveled from his native Santa Cruz, Calif., all the way to "Harper's Bazaar" just to get himself laid out in the magazine. He did. Their producer, Lenny Waronker, just turned 26, has added a hand-carved 14" wood nude to his desk top, and now takes long weekends in Palm Springs to get his lungs going again.
Hence, their anti-statement: "anything goes." Or, in the inevitiable paraphrase of their producer: "whatever." This attitude, or this philosophy, or this dilemma, is this album. It takes thoughtful looks at times today and times remembered. It looks as it damn well pleases.
The album goes on, like a brillian but un-diagramable sentence, of many parts, all nice words, but making no nice sentence."

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hey, great mix cover