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Morning Song

KAFM Grand Junction, 9pm - 12am

The carpenter took a leisurely walk around the perimeter. In the weird light cone projected by the light they had installed at the top of the can, the ropes they had used to rappel down looked like the undulating tentacles of a mysterious jellyfish. Outside the cylindrical building that very deliberately resembled an oversized Coca Cola can, the security guard’s radio played Chicago sambas into the crisp Manitoba evening as he idly played his flashlight over the bushes outside. The choreographer stifled a giggle. On one of the ornithopters parked atop the domed top, next to an opening that looked like someone forgot to bring a canopener, a single LED began to blink. The mission was running out of time.

The carpenter took a leisurely walk around the perimeter. In the weird light cone projected by the light they had installed at the top of the can, the ropes they had used to rappel down looked like the undulating tentacles of a mysterious jellyfish. Outside the cylindrical building that very deliberately resembled an oversized Coca Cola can, the security guard’s radio played Chicago sambas into the crisp Manitoba evening as he idly played his flashlight over the bushes outside. The choreographer stifled a giggle. On one of the ornithopters parked atop the domed top, next to an opening that looked like someone forgot to bring a canopener, a single LED began to blink. The mission was running out of time.
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SongArtistNotes
Morning Song
Babe Rainbow
Koalas, Bananas, Donovan
The Puppet
The Moore Brothers
Written on the handball court
Piango
Howe Gelb
Spiced with Calexico
Captain of Maybe
Bettie Serveert
Lowland brilliance
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This Free Ride
Violent Femmes
Enjoy it while it lasts
I Palindrome I
They Might Be Giants
Forwards, reversed
University
Versus
Campus daze
Fantino
Sébastien Tellier
Harmonic oscillation hypnosis
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I Need A Lickin'
The Bobby Tenderloin Universe
Must’ve been mocking
I Couldn't Spell !!-@!
Roy Loney and the Young Fresh Fellows
Originally from Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs
I Wan'na Be Like You (The Monkey Song)
The Squirrels
From the Jungle Book
Undecided
Yellow Second
Fuzzy hooks
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Under A Smile
Twin Peaks
Have a wobble
Polite Dance Song
The Bird + the Bee
A stately gavotte
Flying Island
Cones
Droppy beats
Snatch
Family Of God
Stadium rock
Sonali
Iggy Pop
Unexpected
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Canned from the Food Drive
Bracket
Original masters
Garbage Truck
Sex Bob-omb
Super Becky
I Got My Mojo Working (And I Thought You'd Like To Know)
Young Fresh Fellows
Good to know
Face Stabber
Oh Sees
No mincing words
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Storyline Fever
Purple Mountains
A clear narrative
The Late Great Cassiopeia
The Essex Green
Eating up the miles
My Mood Swings
Elvis Costello
Movies time
Baby You Feel Me Up
His Name Is Alive
Take the top down
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Oversure
Le Big Zero
Like Pop Canon
Blood from a Stone
Sheer Mag
Old style snarl
Tell Me
Walrus
Fast for a pinniped
Staring At The Sun
Ultra Vivid Scene
Just can’t bear to look away
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Hungry Sam
The Paranoyds
Dangerous harmonics
Work
Foxygen
Fun factory
Jet Powered
Afrosonics
Badonkadonk 5
Rings (On A Tree)
Frankie Cosmos
Sweetness
I’m Not In Love
10cc
Submerge yourself in the Mellotron
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April
Caravan Palace
Wild swings
Careless Love
Madeleine Peyroux
Such an easy swagger
Brass in Pocket (I'm Special)
Pretenders
Make you notice
Heavy Jesus
Honus Honus
More dark carnival
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Windy
Surfer Blood
Strange relation
I Want The Drugs
Supersuckers
Getting to the point
3-Banger
The Heroine Sheiks
Whistling danger
Good Times Bad Times
Led Zeppelin
Bonzo busts out
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Second Hand News
Smooth Hound Smith
Interesting twist
American Squirm
Nick Lowe
Our modern times
Raging Eyes
Los Straitjackets
She’s got ragin’ eyes
Cannon
Self
Highly dynamic
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Daddy, He Got a Tesla
Vulfpeck
That breakdown
Beginner's Luck
Mood Elevator
With Brendan Benson
Gimme The Wire
Ted Leo + the Pharmacists
Underutilized
Cars
To Rococo Rot
Stopping starting stopping
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Peanut
What It Is
Florida funkmasters
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