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friday playlist: the double-stuffed mushy edition

In honor of Valentines and my honey this list will ALL be love songs.....particuarly our songs (even though Shaun won't claim all 20).....and I couldn't choose just 10..

1. Fade into you - Mazzy Star ( our dog is named Mazzy for this very song!)
2. The Sweetest Thing - U2 (this was was a toss up between One also by U2)
3. Both of Us'll Feel the Blast - Waterdeep ( the best morbid love song there is)
4. Forever - Ben Harper (had me at "not talkin bout a year, no not 3 or 4)
5. Paperweight - Josh Radin (this song is in Dear John, but it has been on my ipod for years)
6. The Luckiest - Ben Folds (always a sucker for some good piano in a song)
7. Ice Cream - Sarah McLachlan (if I wrote this song it would be "your love....is better than chips and salsa"
8. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson (Shaun makes way better pancakes than me....and I love lazy mornings with him)
9. It's oh so Quiet - Bjork (this song is magical, like falling in love over and over again)
10. Such Great Heights - Iron and Wine (love this song and the movie it was in - garden state, and the Postal Service has nothing on Iron and Wine's version of this song).
11. All I Wnt is You - Barry Louis Pollisar ( if you were a wink, I'd be a nod)
12. Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer (suprisingly, this was Shaun's addition)
13 Follow You Into the Dark - Deathcab for Cutie ( the second best morbid love song, naked as we came by Iron in Wine is the third...just in case you were wondering....and did you like how I snuck in an extra song like that)
14. As Is - Ani Difranco (ok, this is probably my favorite ani song of all times....and there are tons and tons to choose from).
15. Grow Old With You - Adam Sandler (couldn't find this one on itunes, but it is from the Wedding Singer and you can find plenty of renditions on you tube. It is funny and sweet all at the same time).
16. The Way I Am - Ingrid Michealson ( the rogaine line makes it sound mysteriously like #15 but still love it even though it subconciously makes me want to buy sweaters at Old Navy).
17. Take It From Me - The Weepies (another toss up between their Gotta Have You)
18. First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes ( I could listen to this song a hundred times in a row and not get tired of it)
19. Anyone Else But You - Micheal Cera and Ellen Page ( really the Moldy Peaches sing this song, but I like their version of it better)
20. Open Arms - Journey ( ok, Shaun hates all things 80s but back in the day I had a tape of this song over and over and over. The entire side was THIS song and I sitll turn it up when it comes on the radio....and Shaun turns it back down)

And, yes I realize that this is lacking some complete genres....but Shaun doesn't do country or pop or the Indigo Girls...



What is your favorite love song?

Comments

KPHammer said…
fly me to the moon - frank sinatra

good ani choice, btw. :)
Alyssa said…
Different love songs connect me with different years and different people, so it's hard to pick one. I love your variety of song choices. I so want to borrow your ipod one day and just have a listen to all the different songs that you like. :)
Wheezer said…
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samskat said…
I too had a tape with just open arms on it....

mine is "Glory of Love"-Peter Cetera. :)
Margie said…
Indigo Girls: Love's Recovery.

(Although this is not a romantic song. When I was dating Wayne - and falling in love - my very favorite upbeat, falling in love song was Faith Hill's "This Kiss.")
mommaof3 said…
I LOVE that Adam Sandler song!!!

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