If there’s one thing I enjoy as much as the Red Sox, women and free-range turkey, it’s music. So last week, when I asked readers to put their iPods on shuffle and tell me the the first ten songs that came up, I was pleasantly surprised at the embarrassment of riches you provided. Truth be told, I ended up buying at least fifty of the songs that y’all mentioned, so I thank you for feeding my addiction.

Well, today’s another off-day for the Sox. And I’m sure most of you will be spending it at the Celtics’ rolling rally or, like me, lying face down on the Common sleeping off that last quart of Boone’s. For anyone who’s left, I invite you to give me another five. Or ten. or two. And if you don’t have an iPod, I’ll take any five songs you think I should be listening to.

More importantly, repeating this post concept gives my iPod a chance to redeem itself for what I feel was a rather shoddy shuffling last time. Billy Joel and Barenaked Ladies on the same ten-spot? Brother, please.

So, as David Coverdale so brilliantly put it, here I go again:

The Church, “Under the Miky Way”: Sometimes I think this may be the greatest song ever written. Honest.

XTC, “Earn Enough For Us”: One of the bounciest songs ever written about slaving away at a shitty job while your pregnant wife sits at home and worries about a leaky ceiling and drafty bedroom. In a perfect world, these guys would be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Velvet Revolver would be working retail.

Fleetwood Mac, “Big Love”: Well, so much for redemption.

Kinks, “Heart of Gold”: A lot of hardcore Kinks fans tuned out when the band when top ten in the ’80s with “Come Dancing.” Their loss. This track, from the “State of Confusion” disc, is a gorgeous rock valentine from Ray Davies to his older daughter who’s jealous of all the attention being slathered on her younger sister. And you thought all they could write about was transvestites and beating up Santa Claus.

The Rolling Stones, “She Comes in Colors”: And a tiny bit of respectability is restored.

John Legend, “P.D.A. (We Just Don’t Care)”: Where most soulful crooners of his ilk are all about the discretionary lovin’, John promotes the idea of shagging in the car, on the fire escape, at your place of business and, alarmingly, “at your mama’s house.” Well played, Mr. Legend. And you also get bonus points for being part of the last Hot Stove, Cool Music at Fenway.

Fountains of Wayne, “Sick Day”: Holy crap… two songs about shitty jobs on one roll of the wheel? From FOW’s immaculate first album.

R.E.M., “Supernatural Superserious”: Even though people have largely stopped buying them (at least in the numbers they used to), R.E.M. is still making great albums. The first single off their latest is everything you’d want or expect from the band–jangling guitars, Michael Stipe’s patented warble and a summer camp reference.

Jay-Z/Linkin Park, “Points of Authority/99 Problems”: Represent.

The Killers, “All These Things That I’ve Done”: I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier. Not as instantly fantastic as “Mr. Brightside,” but still a good ride.

The verdict: Er… maybe we should do this again some time.