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Pais Nublado

KAFM Grand Junction, 9pm - 12am

The mechanic reached deep into the tool bag, knowing the required spanner would be at the very bottom. The clanking briefly drowned out the strains from the radio, its signal relayed every 500 meters by the commpods they had dropped on the way. Carefully fitting the business end of the tool between the rear set of treads on the boring machine, they found themselves exclaiming out loud “actually, I think it’s pretty interesting.” The surveyor, measuring the long tunnel behind them with an x-ray transit, looked back briefly, by now used to such outbursts. The cavern should be another two miles down.

The mechanic reached deep into the tool bag, knowing the required spanner would be at the very bottom. The clanking briefly drowned out the strains from the radio, its signal relayed every 500 meters by the commpods they had dropped on the way. Carefully fitting the business end of the tool between the rear set of treads on the boring machine, they found themselves exclaiming out loud “actually, I think it’s pretty interesting.” The surveyor, measuring the long tunnel behind them with an x-ray transit, looked back briefly, by now used to such outbursts. The cavern should be another two miles down.
Helado Negro
SongArtistNotes
Pais Nublado
Helado Negro
Hispanically wistful
Play It Safe
The Wild Reeds
Just lovely
I Used To Call You Home
The Re-Ups
It’s pretty grim
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Landslide
Uptown Sinclair
All hail Dave Hill
Train to Miami
Steel Pole Bath Tub
Menacing the swamplands
Today Brings a Bomb
mr. Gnome
Off-kilter, askance
Uruapan Breaks
Kinky
Coming at you fast
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Tide Is High
The Paragons
Undiluted
Tarnation
The Brown 25
Have some weird banjo
Decline And Fall
Flesh For Lulu
Driving beat
Swamp and Bay
Girlpool
Jangle and duck
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Rockin' In Ab
Madness
That big-hair snare!
Kaya
Monty Alexander
originally by Bob Marley
Gize Suite
Anbessa Orchestra
Rondo a la afrobeat
Walk, Don't Run
Chatham County Line
Porch surfin
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Tying Up Loose Ends
Cass McCombs
Gentle swinging
Chiclete com Banana
Gal Costa
Audio sunshine
Instrumental
The Oranges Band
True to its name
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Love Is a Beautiful Thing (feat. THEO KATZMAN & Monica Martin)
Vulfpeck
zlow jamz
The Lunatics
The Specials
Still 1,000% relevant
Skinny Legged Girl
Two Cow Garage
Drunken Bukowski ramblings
The Commander Thinks Aloud
The Long Winters
A stately procession
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Ode To Billie Joe
Mercury Rev, Lucinda Williams
No fooling
A Glimpse
The Green Telescope
Lovely psychedelia
A Piece Of My Mind
Mr. B The Gentleman Rhymer
Not a chap to trifle with
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Lies On Your Lips
Franklin Bruno
A gem of a country song
No. 13 Baby
Pixies
No word on the first twelve
Broken Doll
Juliana Hatfield
Classic JH
Hung Up
Fastball
Still fast
— • BREAK • —
Speed of the Sound of Loneliness
The Lemonheads
Strum along
Hey Man
True Love
Power pop squared
Siberia
The Red Elvises
The night is cold
— • BREAK • —
Rudo Y Cursi
Juana Molina
From the soundtrack
Guaglione
Perez Prado & His Orchestra
Strutting about
Divine
Spesh
Fresh from the time machine
Paris Sous La Neige
Mellow
Yes I’m going to be a star
— • BREAK • —
Dashiki (Version Instrumentale)
Mulamba
Getting international
...Fast Tvärtom
Movits!
Quite fast
Norte do Brasil
Bugge Wesseltoft & Prins Thomas
Meandering
— • BREAK • —
My Sunshine
The Angelic Brothers
Scratchy goodness
Everyday
Vetiver
What’s that scent?
Wammo's Blues
Asylum Street Spankers
They call me Moses
— • BREAK • —
And My Head Hit The Walkside
Glimr
Heaviness
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