Intellectualize Song Lyrics Game II: Electric Boogaloo

It’s been a few months since we played this, thought I’d start a new game.

Here’s the rules:

  1. Take any song lyric, be it opening line, chorus, whatever, and replace the words with more verbose synonyms.

  2. Post guesses at other players’ lyrics.

Let’s go!

b1. I am unable to recall a single fact. I am not capable of discerning between reality and fantasy. The urge to bellow issues from well within me.

b2. You have to believe your subconscious apprisals, and release your anguish.

b3. I intend to repel them, a multinational fighting force would be powerless to restrain me.

b4. Recessed in an aperture, and I do not believe that I may be rescued.

“You have to trust your instincts and let go of regret” (311–All Mixed Up)

Here’s mine:

Km1: Fall smoothly into the ocular organ of your mental self: are you not aware that you will perhaps discover a more suitable location for frolicking?

Km2: If you insist that you feel romantic affection for me, why have you forsaken me without companionship? If you insist that my presence is necessary, why do you not contact me on the ubiquitous telecommunictional device?

By the way, I think the game might be more fun if we are required to produce the original lyrics along with our answers. The previous Intellectualize Song Lyrics thread always confused me.

Kyomara, works for me.

Km1 is Don’t Look Back in Anger by Oasis.

“Slip inside the eye of your mind, don’t you know you might find a better place to play”

b3: White Stripes, Seven Nation Army. I’m gonna fight em off, a seven-nation army couldn’t hold me down.

FG-1: The son of God must have blown air through pursed lips in a melodic manner for amusement and to help pass the hours, days and minutes.

FG-2: Each inhalation you imbibe, each kinetic motion you enact, I will keep my ocular organs pointed in your direction.

FG-3: If you ever are in proximity to homo sapiens, or the actions and culture of said beings…

FG-2 is Every Breath You Take by The Police.

“Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching you”

Good start, FilmGeek!

No one wants to play? Come on, people.

I’ll give hints for mine if that’ll help.

b4. Recessed in an aperture, and I do not believe that I may be rescued.

is Suspicious Minds?
‘caught in a trap, i can’t get out’

my turn
N1 - “i am the head of a royal dynasty consisting of consolidated or unconsolidated solid mineral matter, no one has authority over me. Persons who skills on the microphonic device are below par should use the appropriate title when addressing me”

Nick, nice try, and I’m impressed you found another lyric that fit, but that wasn’t it.

My hints are encoded, so the artist and maybe title are in there.
Here’s the first set of hints:

b1 - It takes one train to go to the Met.

b4 - If she were arrested in Wonderland, she’d be…

b1 - Metallica - One

‘I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the need to scream’

b4 must be Alice in Chains but I don’t know much about them.

Ma1 Unless it’s our mutual affection, it shall be an explosive device that unites us.

Ma2 Oh, that fortune would smile upon me and do so again thrice, particularly in the matter of affairs of the heart.

“If you ever get close to a human, and human behaviour…” --Bjork, “Human Behaviour”

Km2: If you insist that you feel romantic affection for me, why have you forsaken me without companionship? If you insist that my presence is necessary, why do you not contact me on the ubiquitous telecommunictional device?

HINT: It’s by a teen idol.

Km3: Visual entertainment brought about the expiration of the famed performer of the airwaves.

Video Killed the Radio Star - Buggles

manwithaplan, you got “One.”

Here’s a couple more:

b5 - Physician, my ocular receptors have witnessed the Earth’s orbital periods and the gradual progression of dreads without producing saline.

b6 - You have been exposed to reports of affection restoring vision to the impaired, but my lover’s affection causes the fusion of hydrogen into helium in the center of the solar system.

b7 - I began to slumber in Tennessee’s second-largest city, and I awoke in the primary motion picture-production area in the USA.

Oooh, it’s back. Let’s see…
SKEE01: The patriarch of my clan acquired funds through activities of chance leavened by skill, in an antebellum location. It transpired that he found himself located in an incorrect postion, in regards to a ballistic projector.

SKEE02: There is an immense quantity of personal riches, simply available to be claimed, somewhere in the world. You are quite delusional, if you postulate that I will allow this opportunity to be squandered. It would be advisable if you rethought your position.

[sub]And we’re off to the races…[/sub]

This would be “Ramblin’ Man,” by…erm, the Allman Brothers, right?

“My father was a gambler down in Georgia,
Wound up on the wrong end of a gun…”

Now then…these shouldn’t be too difficult:

Kat01: Every twenty-four hours or so I line up in order to board the mass-transit vehicle that carries me in your general direction. The feelings of anxiety this produces are such that I feel compelled to remain in a seated position with a facial expression ostensibly indicating happiness but really indicating nervousness, as your place of residence lies somewhere within the next 5,280 feet…

Kat02: The English sovereign is a reasonably amiable person of the female sex, but she appears to be reticent in conversation…

Doctor, My Eyes Jackson Browne

My Majesty The Beatles

Katisha, that’s the tune and the lyric. Got it in one. And it’s been covered by a few folks over the years.

Kat01 would be The Who’s Magic Bus, yeah?

SKEE03: Copulation, the cessation of life, and units of currency all conspire to impart rotational impetus to this antisocial sphere.

Gad1: I made intimidating motions at the Earth’s only celestial body using my ocular organs, however, the satellite simply returned my gaze.

5TC- Maintain thine bulbus oculi in accordance with the thoroughfare, in addition, retain thine phalanges digitorum mani synchronized with yonder helm

“I am the King of Rock, there ain’t none higher. Sucka MCs should call me sire!” - Run DMC, “King of Rock”