Music meme - round 3
Step 1: I put my media player on random. [Well, kinda]
Step 2: I picked a line from the first 20 songs that played.
Step 3: I am posting the lines here for your guessing pleasure. Song title and artist please.
Step 4: I will cross out the songs as they are guessed correctly.
Yeah, yeah, we all know how to Google, but letís not. Donít make me come over there and kick your ass.
This was originally found via other Paul.
Play nice boys and girls.
Me and Fast got the gats; we’re out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack.
Now everything’s cool and everything’s smooth. (Hey that’s smooth)
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
We carry in our hearts the true country
And that cannot be stolen
We follow in the steps of our ancestry
And that cannot be broken
Youíre makin’ out with school kids, winos and heads of state.
You even made it with the lady, who puts the little plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes.
Butchersí assistants and bellhops, you’ve had them all here and there.
Children of god and their joy-strings, international women with no body hair.
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Once upon a time when we were friends
I gave you my heart the story ends
No happy ever after now we’re friends
That’s great! It starts with an earthquake;
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
She was a fax machine,
She kept her modem clean,
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
Ok, those arenít the real words, but you know the song, right?
They met in a hurricane
Standing in the shelter out of the rain
She tucked a note into his hand
Architects of the world
I walk your streets and live in your towns
Architects of the world
You’ve served us well until now
But soon we’ll be on our own
Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don’t bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it.
There goes my baby
She knows how to rock and roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat
Thereís so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
And now that I don’t want for anything
I’d have Al Jolson sing “I’m sitting on top of the world”
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the musicís high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
Youíre in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think thatís pretty clever donít you boy.
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
Youíd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror, youíre turning into something you are not.
Always, I know
Youíll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating
Say it aint so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
It ain’t no joke I’d like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it’s just a song but it’s spice for the recipe
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
‘Cause she thinks she’s the passionate one
A police car and a screaming siren -
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking Ė
Iíve been down - Iíve been beat
Iíve been so tired-that I could not speak
Iíve been so lost thatt I could not see
I wanted things that were out of reach