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Little Bit Of Life

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The pilot felt the glider’s control surfaces bite into the updraft. The craft smoothly pitched up and right as the surreal Eastern Washington terrain unfolded beneath them. The plucky strains of a Bolivian polka filled the small cockpit, the whistling of the wind no true competition. Facing backward, the specialist peered at the techmapper. Somewhere below, there was something messing with the surveillance satellite and downing any powered aircraft that dared approach. Up ahead, the clouds were bunched up in a way any seasoned traveler of the skies could tell was just. not. right.

The pilot felt the glider’s control surfaces bite into the updraft. The craft smoothly pitched up and right as the surreal Eastern Washington terrain unfolded beneath them. The plucky strains of a Bolivian polka filled the small cockpit, the whistling of the wind no true competition. Facing backward, the specialist peered at the techmapper. Somewhere below, there was something messing with the surveillance satellite and downing any powered aircraft that dared approach. Up ahead, the clouds were bunched up in a way any seasoned traveler of the skies could tell was just. not. right.
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SongArtistNotes
Little Bit Of Life
The Woolly Bushmen
Florida hot
You Want Me?
Martin Frawley
Quite laconic
Staying In
Juliana Hatfield
Not going out
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Rumble from the Void
The Budos Band
Just an introduction
Put It Down
Mike Doughty
Groove it out
Again & Again
The Bird + the Bee
Dreaming in pastels
On Your Own
Anemone
A good match
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White Trees
Flat Duo Jets
Only a WWII ace could know how lonely I am
Morning Light
Ida Maria
Doorway to Norway
I Miei Occhi Sono i Tuoi Occhi
The Limiñanas
So dark and cinematic
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Monte Carlo
Toro Y Moi
Rolling low
Dracula Drug
Frankie and the Witch Fingers
Epic thrill ride
Shadows In The Rain
The Police
I’m so confident I’m sane
Dragon Juice
Old Time Relijun
Dance, fevered
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The Air That I Breathe
White Hassle
Originally by Albert Hammond
Going Underground
The Jam
Join us
Love That Dress
The Domestics
You know the crunch is coming
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Feed the Babies
Gary Clark Jr.
Just like Curtis Mayfield
Falling Stars
Oranger
Swirling through the spacetime
I've Got Ninjas!
Boat
Weird folk
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Six Months in a Leaky Boat
Ted Leo + the Pharmacists
Originally by Split Enz
First Time Again
Everthus the Deadbeats
Several movements strong
Strange
Built To Spill
Boise’s finest
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Someday Someway [Live]
Marshall Crenshaw
A live rendition
Gatekeeper (Do Right Remix)
Feist
The right amount of minimal
Boom Shack-a-Lack
Apache Indian
Why not go up? Why not go down?
Something Really Great
Kenny Howes
A new type of Dylan
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Mary Winter
Swervedriver
Return to form
Seven Nation Florida
The Flaming Lips
Mashed up with the Butthole Surfers
Oh, Honey
Gloria Wood
Has it aged well?
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Jackie
Bossa Nostra
We know a Jackie
The Slider
Ty Segall
Have some T. Rex
Hide In Plain Sight
Jim James
Feeling incognito
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Smartphone
Bayonet
Get rid of it
Sisyphus
Andrew Bird
Nevereding
Sweet Delirium
Øzwald
Sunny times
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Snagglepuss
Daddy Long Legs
Don’t like you
Boys in the Better Land
Fontaines D.C.
Love me some Irish brogue
Mickey's Bigmouth
Whiskey Daredevils
For Heinous Bienfäng
Ack Ack Ack Ack
The Urinals
By request
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Oppression Scatter
Phoenix Afrobeat Orchestra
Afroshuffling off
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