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The first mate adjusted the sails, letting out some wind to keep both skids on the sand. The sun shone down like a hole punched in a blast furnace someone painted blue, the radio broadcasting its gypsy salsa above the hiss of the sandmaran's travel. Leaning on the tiller, the captain let out a yell of warning as they crested a dune, gaining air for a brief moment. They still didn’t have a plan for replacing the statue, but they had a thousand miles of desert to work something out.

The first mate adjusted the sails, letting out some wind to keep both skids on the sand. The sun shone down like a hole punched in a blast furnace someone painted blue, the radio broadcasting its gypsy salsa above the hiss of the sandmaran's travel. Leaning on the tiller, the captain let out a yell of warning as they crested a dune, gaining air for a brief moment. They still didn’t have a plan for replacing the statue, but they had a thousand miles of desert to work something out.
Meat Puppets
SongArtistNotes
Warranty
Meat Puppets
Dusty sounds
How Was It For You
James
Fun times
Crescendo
Panda Bear
Awkward chitchat
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Bossa Nova
Shivaree
The unmistakable Ambrosia Parsley
#4
Commercial
Lost in the loop
Just One Of Those Things
Brazilian Girls
Pounding rumble
Fever in My Pocket
Mindreaders
Trashy garage
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6.
The Wrens
Still waiting for a title. Still waiting. Period.
Return to Neptune's Net
M. Ward
The new old fashioned
Now and Then
The Lemonheads
Takin her easy
Sing, Theresa Says
Greg Laswell
Riding through the rain
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(I’m A Donkey) For Your Love
Boat
Bring the strange
Boriska
The Claypool Lennon Delirium
All hail Jack Parsons
Girl On The Billboard
Chatham County Line
Purdy breezy
Justice
Citizen Cope
Slow feel
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Running
Helado Negro
Melting lethargically
New Eater Of Rainclouds
The Astounds
Delicious fuzz
Bad Lady Goes to Jail
The Limiñanas
Originally by John Wesley Coleman
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A Case of Funk
Nightmares On Wax
Bubbling up
The Man Who Drinks
Forty Thieves Orkestar vs Mahala Raï Banda
Up! Up! Up!
H Kobosta
Terror X Crew
Rushin the Russian
In Heaven
Julian Lage
So recognizable
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I No Know Featuring Tony Allen Ugochi
Chicago Afrobeat Project Feat Tony Allen
featuring the Allen stutter
Spanish Bombs
The Clash
Spanish bombs in Costa Rica
1-2-3
Zoobombs
Live and lovin it
Goodbye Girl
Squeeze
She’s gone
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The Great Pixley Train Robbery
Cass McCombs
Life on the rails
Cry Cry Cry
Sally Timms
No one croons like Sally
Wet Suit
The Coctails
Sticks to you
You Are Never Alone (Jewish Cowboy)
Socalled
It’s a long ride to where we’re going
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I Found A Love
Jim Jones and the Righteous Mind
Out of control
Ex-Darling
Chris Murray
Forget about calling
All Right, Yeah
Juliana Hatfield
Sharp as a tack
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Hey Boy, Get Off My Ferns
What!
Or I’ll break every bone in your body
Seyewailo
Cochemea
A groove supreme
Probably Newspaper Smiles
Johnny Sangster And Robb Benson
Too short
The Chant (Iquo Isang)
Ibibio Sound Machine
Wake up time
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Bad Timing
The Cannanes
Carefree twangs
Am I Wrong?
Low Cut Connie
Smeared-out boogie
At The Frank Black Show
Tracy Spuehler
Hidden gem
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No Control
The Molochs
Hit the retro
Pétassine
Luigee Trademarq
Music for doin it
Alien Motion Technology
Teenage Bottlerocket
Blasting red hot
High As A Kite
Weezer
Pleasant enough
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Elektrobank
Chemical Brothers
Shocks and zaps
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