{"id":1883,"date":"2004-12-13T09:01:30","date_gmt":"2004-12-13T14:01:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/?p=628"},"modified":"2004-12-13T09:01:30","modified_gmt":"2004-12-13T14:01:30","slug":"that-song-lyric-thing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.quirkspace.com\/quirkblog\/?p=1883","title":{"rendered":"That song lyric thing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Stolen from too many people to guess, at this point:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nHere&#8217;s how the game works:<\/p>\n<p>Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play!<br \/>\nStep 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 15 or so songs that play!<br \/>\nStep 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from! (Artist &amp; title as best applicable)<br \/>\nStep 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly!<br \/>\nP.S: no cheating and pasting the lyrics into a search engine.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>This was a bit tough for me.  I had to skip all the songs that came up that weren&#8217;t in English, mostly because I couldn&#8217;t figure out the lyrics well enough to type them in.  And, obviously, the instrumental tracks were pretty useless for this too.  There were a surprising number of both of those.<\/p>\n<p>And now for the tough part for you all.  With comments disabled, you&#8217;re going to have to e-mail me your guesses.  Send &#8217;em to <b>quirkblog<\/b> &#8211; at &#8211; <b>gmail<\/b> &#8211; dot &#8211; <b>com<\/b><br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\n1<br \/>\nNo sun no moon<br \/>\nNo morn no noon<br \/>\nNo dawn no dusk<br \/>\nNo proper time of day<\/p>\n<p>2<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t separate your fiction from fact<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re lost, I know you&#8217;re trying to wind your way back<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ve been talking as fast as you can<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not listening anymore<br \/>\nNow baby, you&#8217;re changing all the rules<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re taking advantage of a fool<\/p>\n<p><b>3 &#8211; She Taught Me To Yodel, Frank Ifield &amp; the Backroom Boys<br \/>\nI went across to Switzerland where all the yodelers be<br \/>\nTo try to learn to yodel with my yo-del-lay-de-hee&#8230;<br \/>\nI climbed a big high mountain on a clear and sunny day<br \/>\nAnd met a yodelin&#8217; gal up in a little Swiss chalet&#8230;<\/b><\/p>\n<p>4<br \/>\nI heard you on my wireless back in &#8217;52.<br \/>\nLying awake, intent on tuning in to to you.<br \/>\nIf I was young it didn&#8217;t stop you comin&#8217; through.<\/p>\n<p>5<br \/>\nIt is almost three years since Madge and Bobby Rawlinson pulled up roots and were arrested by the parks department.  The Mandrake screamed.  Jeremy Sphincter has sailed for Austrailia after the poultry scare.  We won&#8217;t mention him again.<\/p>\n<p><b>6 &#8211; Trouble Every Day, Frank Zappa &amp; the Mothers of Invention<br \/>\nWell I&#8217;m about to get upset from watching my TV<br \/>\nAnd checking out the news until my eyeballs fail to see<br \/>\nPeople say that every day is just another rotten mess<br \/>\nAnd when it&#8217;s going to change, my friend is anybody&#8217;s guess.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>7<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s just gone noon, half past monsoon<br \/>\nOn the banks of the river Nile.<br \/>\nHere comes the boat, only half afloat<br \/>\nBoatman grins a toothless smile.<\/p>\n<p>8<br \/>\nAnimals came from miles around,<br \/>\nTired of walking so close to the ground<br \/>\nThey needed a change, that&#8217;s what they said.<br \/>\nLife is better walking on two legs,<br \/>\nBut they were in for a big surprise: they didn&#8217;t know the law.<\/p>\n<p><b>9 &#8211; We Want a Rock, They Might be Giants<br \/>\nThrow the crib door wide, let the people crawl inside<br \/>\nSomeone in this town is trying to burn the playhouse down.<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>10 &#8211; Cannon Song, Stan Ridgway<br \/>\nJohn was all present, and Jimmy was there<br \/>\nAnd Georgie was up for promotion.<br \/>\nNot that the Army gave a bugger who they were<br \/>\nWhen confronting some heathen commotion!<\/b><\/p>\n<p>11<br \/>\nLipstick gleam, hexachlorophine.<br \/>\nCling-cling, the ring<br \/>\n&#8220;Clang Clang!&#8221; she sang<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s tragic magic.<br \/>\nThere are no coincidences.<br \/>\nBut sometimes, the pattern is more obvious.<\/p>\n<p>12<br \/>\nTicking away the moments that make up a dull day<br \/>\nfritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way.<\/p>\n<p>13<br \/>\nYou ran out of lies!<br \/>\nYou ran out of lies! Lies!<br \/>\nStronger than reason, stronger than life,<br \/>\nThe only truth I know is the look in your eyes.<\/p>\n<p>14<br \/>\nYour life is leaning downhill<br \/>\nSloping off the outer edge<br \/>\nYour undetermined oyster beds<br \/>\nWere found to be a hedge<\/p>\n<p>15<br \/>\nI think you ought to recollect<br \/>\nYou cannot show too much respect<br \/>\nTowards the highly titled few;<br \/>\nBut nobody does, and why should you?<\/p>\n<p><b>16 &#8211; Silk Pajamas, Thomas Dolby<br \/>\nSaid it was driving her half insane<br \/>\nTo live in a city with no underground train<br \/>\nShe took her umbrella and her biscuit tin<br \/>\nAnd she wandered off into the smog<br \/>\nFor a slurpy and a tofu dog, singing&#8230;<\/b><\/p>\n<p>17<br \/>\nWoke up in my clothes again this morning<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t know exactly where I am.<br \/>\nI should heed my doctor&#8217;s warning.<br \/>\nHe does the best with me he can.<\/p>\n<p>18<br \/>\nSaid there ain&#8217;t no use in crying. Cause it will only drive you mad<br \/>\nDoes it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had?<br \/>\nSo let me take you to the movie. Can I take you to the show?<br \/>\nLet me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow?<\/p>\n<p><b>19 &#8211; Once in a Lifetime, Talking Heads<br \/>\nWater dissolving, and water removing<br \/>\nThere is water at the bottom of the ocean<br \/>\nUnder the water? Carry the water!<br \/>\nRemove the water at the bottom of the ocean!<\/b><\/p>\n<p><b>20 &#8211; Cosmik Debris, Frank Zappa &amp; the Mothers of Invention<br \/>\nNow is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t you know, you could make more money as a butcher?<br \/>\nSo don&#8217;t you waste your time on me.<\/b><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/users\/badmovie\/\">Badmovie<\/a> submits the first answers:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Although I may have some titles spelled wrong, here are my guesses (and yeah, I think I got all the easy ones):<\/p>\n<p>#3 &#8211; Frank Ifield &#8220;She Taught Me To Yodel&#8221;<br \/>\n#6 &#8211; The Mothers of Invention &#8220;Trouble Comin&#8217; Everyday&#8221;<br \/>\n#9 &#8211; They Might Be Giants &#8220;Everybody Wants a Rock&#8221;<br \/>\n#10 &#8211; Stan Ridgway &#8220;Cannon Song&#8221;<br \/>\n#16 &#8211; Thomas Dolby &#8220;Silk Pyjamas&#8221;<br \/>\n#19 &#8211; Talking Heads &#8220;Once in a Lifetime&#8221;<br \/>\n#20 &#8211; Frank Zappa &#8220;Cosmic Debris&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;and there are others that sound familiar (#5 from a Goon Show?), but which I cannot precisely place.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>All present &amp; correct.  #5 is not a Goon Show though.  I left out anything that was specifically a spoken word track (i.e. no books on tape, no radio plays, no skit comedy).  This one was borderline, combining both spoken word and music, so I left it in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stolen from too many people to guess, at this point: Here&#8217;s how the game works: Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play! 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