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Sometimes II

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The economist wondered where they’d be if the herpetologist had been available. Probably not prone under a cover of leaves, covered in protective armor, tapping two small bamboo sticks as a ruse to attract a golden lancehead. The rhythm was from the single Nordic folk d’n’b that had played on repeat 142 times on their trip out of the Port of Santos. It had been difficult to find a captain willing to land them on Ilha de Quemaida, so it was not wise to criticize their choice of music for the journey. The epidemiologist was nearby, peering into the carefully held vial and running the numbers on when it would be filled at the current rate of collection, and how quickly they could get off the island once that moment arrived.

The economist wondered where they’d be if the herpetologist had been available. Probably not prone under a cover of leaves, covered in protective armor, tapping two small bamboo sticks as a ruse to attract a golden lancehead. The rhythm was from the single Nordic folk d’n’b that had played on repeat 142 times on their trip out of the Port of Santos. It had been difficult to find a captain willing to land them on Ilha de Quemaida, so it was not wise to criticize their choice of music for the journey. The epidemiologist was nearby, peering into the carefully held vial and running the numbers on when it would be filled at the current rate of collection, and how quickly they could get off the island once that moment arrived.
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SongArtistNotes
Sometimes II
The Shivas
Dragged out waltz time
Do Something
Smoking Popes
Simple yet effective
Taste
Ty Segall
Plunging fuzz attack
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Bed Of Needles #2
Kyle Craft
Woozy reminiscing
Louder In Outer Space
Skating Polly
Nina Gordon said it best
Peelin' Taters
Junior Brown
Slippery fella
Nightmare of a Woman (w/ Billy Zoom)
Deke Dickerson & The Ecco-Fonics
Everyone knows one
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Company
Palehound
For the Gallery of Great Opening Lines
Mint Missiles
hollAnd
It is what it is
Omegaman
The Police
So tired
Lady Shoes
The Jesus Lizard
They sound tight
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Ha
Imperial Teen
Well hello
Strict Machine
Goldfrapp
Originally by Suzi Quatro
Electric Boogaloo
Yerba Buena
Chopped fruit salad
The Sequel
Amon Tobin
Running standup
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Only If
Steve Lacy
Slow jammed
#9
Frosted Ambassador
A pleasant jaunt
The Piano Has Been Drinkin' (Not Me)
Dan Hicks
Originally by Tom Waits
Goin' Out West [Live at Toe Rag Studios]
Curse of Lono
Is it an HST reference?
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Not OK
Violent Femmes
Spirited comeback
I'll Follow Her
Holly Golightly & Dan Melchior
Dirty gritty real
Sa Sabine
Les Sans Culottes
Delightfully franco-fauxnic!
Four Sticks
Bongwater
Low rumble
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Change Of Address / 433 Eros
Jason Lytle
On a limb
I Got You (I Feel Good)
Drink Me
Goodest version ever
Truck Stop Shower
Smooth Hound Smith
It’s an experience
People I Loved
Yeasayer
nudisco
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The Daily Heavy
Oh Sees
Squeakytoy mayhem
A Minor Bird
Young Fresh Fellows
Surprising segues
Blue Rita
The Green Goblyn Project
Hurricane music
Majaná
Bloque
Blocked out
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What's Yours Is Mine
The Raconteurs
Shared property
Extra Ordinary
Ultra Vivid Scene
But you are
Transcendent
Baby In Vain
Shoegazey
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History
Gauche
Mocking and jeering
Bumble Bee
Heavy Trash
Getting some cramps
Java (feat. Nicholas Payton, Donald Harrison Jr. & Trombone Shorty)
Stanton Moore
Gets you going
Collapsed In The Superdome
Oranger
When did you get those pangs?
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Taste For Trash
B Boys
Likes the trash
Forgot Myself
Jen Cloher
Somewhat disaffected
Creatures
The Orwells
Degenerating
Splinter
Mal Blum
Slow builder
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Book of Rules
The Heptones
Wisdom
Can't Find My Way Home
Blind Faith
Supergrouping
Sick Sick Love
Richard Julian
The same same story
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Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor
Entrance
Easy sleeper
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