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1. Randy Newman – Little Boxes
2. The Limiñanas – Je ne suis pas très Drogue
3. Freakpower – Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out (Radio Mix)
4. The Doors – Stoned Immaculate
5. Jefferson Airplane – White Rabbit
6. Jeffrey Lewis – The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane
7. Harry “The Hipster” Gibson – Who Put The Benzedrine In Mrs. Murphy’s Ovaltine
8. The Shamen – Ebeneezer Goode
9. Get Well Soon – Born Slippy Nuxx (Underworld cover)
10. Escort – Cocaine Blues
11. Barefoot – White Lines (Grandmaster Flash cover)
12. Richard Cheese – Smoke Two Joints — The Toyes
13. Hugh Laurie – The Weed Smoker’s Dream (feat. Gaby Moreno)
14. Tex Williams & His Western Caravan – Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
15. Snoop Lion Feat. Collie Buddz – Smoke the Weed
16. Flaming Lips & Fwends – Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (ft. Miley Cyrus and Moby)
17. The Dramatics – The Devil Is Dope

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Morning

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As the dawn began to break – I had to surrender
The universe will have its way – too powerful to master



This used to be the view from my balcony at the wee hours of the morning.
The convent has just been torn down and the building I live in is surrounded on all sides by construction sites!
I used to love hearing the birds waking up and chirping away. Even though I couldn’t help but hear This town is coming like a ghost town in my head every time I was lucky enough to be there at this time of day.
Anyway, today I’m feeling kinda “Specials”





Two o’clock has come again
It’s time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn’t closed
Cos’ their pies are really nice
I’ll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else’s spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning

Here’s the original and the Nouvelle Vague cover, if you’re into that kind of thing.


I remember waking up on sunday mornings when I was around 10 years old. My mother used to blast us with either Mozart’s requiem or Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here album. The volume was so overwhelming I actually thought the music came from outside! I’d open the window and it would roll into my room. This morning I did the same with this track, on repeat for the last few hours.





Sunlight on your eyelids
You were sleeping
Sunlight on your back
You were dreaming


You probably know Rostam Batmanglij from Vampire Weekend or from Discovery his side project with Wes Miles of Ra Ra Riot. You can download this track on soundcloud. And if you like it, why don’t you check out his latest release.



This eastern-sounding promise reminded me instantly of Jeff Buckley’s Morning Theft. Just sticking to the theme and triggering an unstoppable stream of tears “consciousness(?)”





Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn’t see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss “Goodnight” from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
Love brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You’re a woman, I’m a calf.
You’re a window, I’m a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there’s no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I had to send it away to bring her back again.



If you feel like pulling your heart out and crying all day download it here or check out this live version.


According to wikibible The Morning of the Magicians has been credited with playing a significant role in bringing mysticism and conspiracy theories (such as secret societies and ancient prophesies) into popular culture. It spurred a revival of interest in the occult during the 1960s and 70s, and was a forerunner to the popularization of New Age ideas. A kind of proto-Zeitgeist.
I’m not sure it inspired this track but I love it. Same morning-themed heartbreak.





In the morning I’d awake and I couldn’t remember
What is love and what is hate? – the calculations error
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-what is love and what is hate?
And why does it matter? – Is to love just a waste?
How can it matter?



However, I’m sure this book was behind the name of a classical music radioshow in the nineties: “Le matin des musiciens”. Merci monsieur Musique.
Eco-Beirut was the first radio station I worked at. Every day started with Lully’s Marche pour la cérémonie des Turcs. A track you probably know from Tous Les Matins du Monde





It was so reassuring to hear it every morning.
It reminds me of that Robert Frost quote: “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life — It goes on”.

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November 5, 2011 at 13:26

Pain

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Pain
I guess it’s a matter of sensation
But somehow
You have ways of avoiding it all

In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn’t understand
The ricochet is the second part

Cause you can’t hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once you’ve sought
The path of revenge
There’s no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more that it hurts me

Strange
It seems like a character mutation
Though I have all the means
of bringing you fuckers down
I can’t make myself
To destroy upon command
Somehow forgiveness
lets the evil make a loss

No you can’t hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once we become
The thing we dread
There’s no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it backfires
The more it backfires
The more that it backfires

Sparklehorse and Dangermouse featuring Wayne Coyne – Revenge (Mediafire Link)

Where is the ritual
And tell me where where is the taste
Where is the sacrifice
And tell me where where is the faith
Someday there’ll be a cure for pain
That’s the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain
Where is the cave
Where the wise woman went
And tell me where
Where’s all that money that I spent
I propose a toast to my self control
You see it crawling helpless on the floor
Someday there’ll be a cure for pain
That’s the day I throw my drugs away
When they find a cure for pain (x2)
When they find a cure find a cure for pain

Morphine – Cure For Pain (Album) (Mediafire Link)

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October 9, 2011 at 15:41