-a Weeknight Sound Track mix, courtesy of Spunkotronic Sounds -
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There's this time when you realize that, despite the portable bombshelter of go pills and straighteners and tweakers you've built, the fact that it's the middle of the week has wormed through the barricades and slapped you on your staggering ass with an aluminum bat. There's nothing you can do, you tell yourself; two more days of work, no energy left, gotta sleep...soon, the blues of the morning will play as two vibes fight for supremacy in your groovehazed soul: the collapse-here-vibe versus the rally-and-get-home vibe:
Early in the Mornin' - Traditional Negro Southern Prison SongsWhich pill, then, to stave off the crash as you head for your home and bed? The special pocket is almost empty, now; just a few monochromatics left. Maybe the pink one?
Cuttin' Heads - Steve Vai, Crossroads motion picture soundtrack
Pink World Coming Down - Planet P Project, Pink WorldAhhh. That did it. Walk the streets. Fumble the keys into the door in a stumbling grip of chemical warmth, maybe we can make it to the couch, it's closer than the bed...now if only this fey, blind anger at the world would go back to where it came from...
Slow Motion - Third Eye Blind, Blue...better, slightly, lifting out of depressed doze into merely restful snooze...
Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack, Mezzanine
While the Earth Sleeps - Peter Gabriel and Deep Forest, Strange Days soundtrackAWRIGHT, THAT'S IT, MOTHERFUCKER.
Smokes Quantity - Boards of Canada, Music has a Right to Children
(what?)
IT AIN'T OVER TILL IT'S OVER, DIPSHIT. SO IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK; SO WHAT? IT AIN'T EVEN MIDNIGHT. GET OUT THERE.
Rise - Public Image Ltd., Greatest Hits So farOuch. Overcoming chemicals to motivate. Hurting. hurting. Looking out from under the couch comforter in bleary-eyed recognition of the need for more help and mabe twenty more minutes of sleep before moving...but the upswing has already begun, and it's inevitable.
Dark & Long - Underworld, Dark & Long 7"...that's it. Drag your ass into the bathroom. Wash yer filthy corpus. Haul on a new set of basic blacks. Examine yourself in the mirror while gulping a mug of hot-as-Hades Jamaican Blue Mountain.
Driving South - The Stone Roses, Second Coming
Who are you?
I'm the unknowable one.
Why are you here?
I'm here to FUCK your action item.
What are you? (finish the coffee, consider this one, draw imaginary sword and clear the cape-)
El Matador - Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, Grosse Pointe Blank motion picture soundtrack-and with that, there's only one thing left to do...
Cancion del Mariachi - Los Lobos, Desperado motion picture soundtrack
Call a Cab - Lionrock, City of Industry motion picture soundtrack -exeunt-
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