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Mixtape 261 • The Famous Polka I

Welcome to a near-biographical experience as we focus on songs named after (and occasionally about) real people you may have heard of.

Welcome to a near-biographical experience as we focus on songs named after (and occasionally about) real people you may have heard of.
SongArtistNotes
Brian Eno
MGMT
Making the Happenings
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Clint Eastwood
Gorillaz
Something about muesli
D. Boon
Uncle Tupelo
Guitar for the Minutemen
Alan Bean
Hefner
The fourth man on the moon
Jackie Onassis
Human Sexual Response
You had me at big sunglasses
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Paul Revere
Asylum Street Spankers
A double whammy
Abe Lincoln
Bishop Allen
Very fast walker
Dean Martin
Poor Little Fools
A smooth operator
Frank Sinatra
Cake
That’s enough
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Meg Ryan
Self
It’s the dream
Peter Tripodi
Spot 1019
Self-referential
Vincent Van Gogh
The Squirrels
He loved color
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Carl Sagan
The Boneless Children Foundation
Billions of stars
James K. Polk
They Might Be Giants
More presidentialism
Jack Ruby
Camper Van Beethoven
His hat tilted forward
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Bill Cosby
Shibboleth
Different times
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