Oops! Dup Weekend Jukebox: Songs that got us through this winter

Editor snafu/
gives Agonists two to post to.:-)

It’s all good. No need to agonize. If it makes you all feel too schizoid, I can take it away until the end of the weekend.

There’s Steeleweed’s Jukebox thread to vent our rage at useless wars.

“guilty pleasures” encouraged in this second thread.
I survived with songs that got me up in the morning- ballads not so much
What about you?

1. Mott the Hoople: All the Way from Memphis

2. Courtney Barnett: Avant Gardener
3. Paul Simon: So Beautiful or So what?
4. anything by the Decembrists: Wrong Year
5. The Chieftains- with the Rolling Stones: The Rocky Road to Dublin”

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  • Josh Ritter Got Me Through the Winter…,
    and I feel pretty confident in predicting that he will get me through many more.

    Then winter came and there was little left between us
    Skin and bones of love won’t make a meal
    I felt my eyes drifting over your shoulder
    There were wolves at the edge of the field
    But I still remember that time when we were dancing
    We were dancing to a song that I’d heard
    Your face was simple and your hands were naked
    I was singing without knowing the words

    Right Moves
    All of a sudden now you’re back again
    I thought you were happy with whoever or did you dream about me now and then
    Did you look up at the stars and feel something for the constellations
    All those lovers circling round their loves
    Slings and arrows, dogs and lions, rivers separating touch from touch
    The comedy of distance, the tragedy of separation
    Am I making all the right moves
    Am I singing you the right blues
    Is there a chance that I could call you
    Just to see how you are doing?

    To the Dogs or Whoever
    Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
    Down with the deep blue jail around her
    Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
    Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
    I love the way she looks in her underwear
    I lose my page then the plot then the book then I swear
    She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty
    She knows there’ll come a day when we won’t be getting any

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