Well now, I obviously need to get things a little harder. Especially with Jayfish and luckybuzz… Don’t make me go disco on you guys. I don’t think that would be pretty for anyone involved :)
And of course you get credit for not listing all 24 of Mr. Melonhead. Jeeze, lock that singer up in a pink house.
Oh, and welcome to Allison – you happen to have one of the best names on the face of this lovely planet. That and the fact that you know Singin’ in the Rain make you a-ok in my book.
Alrighty – despite fighting with the technological gremlins all day long (it may be time for a new laptop, and it’s absolutely time to play taps over my little MP3 player – poor thing. I play too rough sometimes – and I was just bragging about how much I loved it… So sad…), I do have a quiz, and thusly, I bequeath it to y’all.
But each time I tell myself that I - I think I’ve had enough,
Well, I’m gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.
#2 – Your choice of singers!
Hey farmer, farmer
Put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
#3 – This song must be played loud. It also helps if you air guitar a bit of that first big chord.
That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn’t take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was one way ticket, only one way to go
You Who Are On The Road
Must Have A Code
That You Can Live By
I went down
, seekin’ shelter from the storm. Virginia
Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow.
Five year plans and new deals, wrapped in golden chains.
#6 – tough one, but I know one, maybe two commenters that might get it…
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
show me round your fruitcage
'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be
You’re thinking up your white lies
You’re putting on your bedroom eyes
You say you’re coming home but you won’t say when.
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Now he walks in quiet solitude the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake
Philosophy is a talk on cereal box
Religion is a smile on a dog
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.