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Winters on Pandora : Winter 2009


01. Symphony of Science, “We Are All Connected”.
…the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it/But the way those atoms are put together/The cosmos is also within us/We’re made of star stuff/We are a way for the cosmos to know itself…

02. Moondog & The London Saxophonic, “Bird’s Lament”.
…instrumental…

03. Yeasayer, “Tightrope”.
…but then I go again, wishing never solved a problem/If you wanna get it big time, go ahead and get it get it big time…

04. Kimya Dawson, “Sleep [Instrumental]”.
…instrumental…

05. Fair, “Grab Your Coat”.
…grab your coat/It’s gonna be a long cold night …

06. The Sugarcubes, “Birthday”.
…she has one friend, he lives next door/They’re listenening to the weather/He knows how many freckles she’s got/She scratches his beard …

07. Matthew Sweet, “Magnet & Steel”.
…with you I’m not shy (to show the way I feel)/With you I might try (my secrets to reveal)/For you are a magnet and I am steel…

08. William Shatner, “Common People”.
…you will never understand how it feels/To live your life with no meaning or control/And with nowhere left to go/You’re amazed that they exist/And they burn so bright/While you can only wonder why…

09. The Smiths, “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want”.
…good times for a change/See, the luck I’ve had can make a good man/Turn bad/So please, please, please/Let me, let me, let me/Let me get what I want/This time…

10. Patients, “Mind Ur Manners”.
…string ’em up, cut ’em down, oh, it’s all the same/Call it hell/Call it life/Call it luck/Call it nothing…

11. Patrick Wolf, “The Stars”.
…so now to the one with the never ending invisible scars/Look up. Look up! The stars!…

12. Pendulum, “The Other Side”.
…come on down to the other side/Come with us through the gates of hell/Where we’ll drag you from where you are to where you belong…

13. PF Project, “Choose Life”.
…choose rotting away at the end of it all/pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself/Choose your future. Choose life/I chose not to choose life: I chose something else…

14. Fair, “Cut Down Sideways”.
…locked on a target and I’m moving along/There’s a feeling I get when I’m headstrong…

15. Gregory and the Hawk, “Boats & Birds”.
…if you be my star I’ll be your sky/You can hide underneath me and come out at night/When I turn jet black and you show off your light/I live to let you shine…

16. Iron & Wine, “Flightless Bird, American Mouth”.
…I was a quick wet boy/Diving too deep for coins/All of your street light eyes/Wide on my plastic toys …

17. Fair, “Blurry Eyed”.
…recovering from the fear/With a blast of the sun/March in time with my feet untied….

18. Winston Churchill and the Band from the Future, “Lift Up Your Hearts”.
…”This then, my lords and gentlemen, is the message which we send forth today to all states and nations, bound or free, to all the men in all the lands who care for freedom’s cause. To our Allies and well-wishers in Europe, to our American friends and helpers drawing ever closer in their might across the ocean, this is the message-lift up your hearts, all will come right. Out of depths of sorrow and sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind”…

19. Alan Silvestri, “Practical Magic”.
…instrumental…

20. Calexico & Iron & Wine, “16, Maybe Less”.
…and though an autumn time lullaby/Sang our newborn love to sleep/My brother told me he saw you there/In the woods one Christmas Eve, waiting…

21. Belle and Sabastian, “The Twelve Days of Christmas”.
…on the first day of Christmas/My true love sent to me/A partridge in a pear tree…

22. The Who, “Blue, Red and Gray”.
…some people seem so obsessed with the morning/Get up early just to watch the sun rise/Some people like it more when there’s fire in the sky/Worship the sun when it’s high/Some people go for those sultry evenings/Sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey/But I like every minute of the day…

23. Perry Como, “Hoop-Dee-Doo”.
…when there’s a trombone playin’/I get a thrill, I always will/When there’s a concertina stretched about a mile/I always smile ’cause that’s my style/When there’s a fiddle in the middle/Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet/Plays a tune so sweet that I could die/Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more/’Cause I’m a hoop-dee-doin’ kind of guy…

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