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Friday Random Ten (or More)

It goes like this:

(a) fire up your MP3 player,
(b) put your entire collection on random play, and
(c) list the first ten songs that play.
(No matter how embarrassing they may be. This is everyone’s chance to find out what you’re really listening on on your iPod, etc.)

Last night, I did the above on iTunes, except it wasn't my whole collection. I left out the classical stuff (about 1000 tracks). There was still 2906 songs to choose from. I also extended the selection to 30, for the first time.

So, I show you mine:

Faded - Ben Harper
Everybody is Free (to feel good) - Rozalla
Pop Muzik - Tricky
Time of My Life - Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes
Older Chests - Damien Rice
Sincere (Vocal Mix) - MJ Cole
The Score - Fugees
Jesus Loves Me - Whitney Houston
Back to Life - Soul II Soul
Wishful Thinking - 4hero

Meera (featuring Kakoli Sengupta) - DJ Cam
Liebesbrief - Thomas D
Downhill Racer - Everything but the Girl
Because - I am Kloot
Yeke Yeke - (Mogo Djolo Ambush Vocal Mix) - Mory Kante
Dubplate - DJ Qtee and Rodney P
Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake
Not Enough Romance - Tina Turner
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen
I Be The Prophet (feat. Martine Topley Bird) - Tricky

Hungry - Kosheen
Vuelvo Al Sur - Gotan Project
Come to me (sabres of paradise mix) - Bjork
Deep House (Bruce Wayne's Batmix) - Triple J
Les Meilleurs Ennemis (Feat. Zazie) - Pascal Obispo
Driving - Everything but the Girl
Milky Way (Lunatic Mix) - Aurora Borealis
You Took My Teeth (live) - Nina Simone
Their Law (Live At Phoenix Festival '96) - The Prodigy
ADCD Mental - Taka DJahma

"Eclectic" is the word you are looking for, I think ;O)

And now, show me yours...
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