Where was the man in the gabardine suit? What kind of tie was he wearing?
What will we do once you come to Denver?
Either on the bus or visible through the window, but certainly in America. A bow tie (that probably wasn’t really a camera).
I’m not sure where he was, but “She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy”… And then “I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera”
“And it took me six weeks to hitch hike from Saginaw” with Simon and Garfunkle {America}
Now tell me: What kind of Machine “…is kept so clean as it types to a waiting world”?
(I know it’s easy, but I had to get this song in here!)
Were you looking for the part about finding a nice condo in Aspen, or was it all that yelling and echoing you were after?
[quoye]Now tell me: What kind of Machine “…is kept so clean as it types to a waiting world”?
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the Telex machine
when the law breaks in, how you gonna come?
actually, “throw ‘I love you’ echoes” (or something like that).
Though it came in a dusty bottle, it was clean (and cost $2)
I used to ride that train, until the horse soldiers destroyed the tracks that last time…
Too easy?
- You had a pocket full of what kind of horses?
- Where are you if you’re kicking in chairs and knocking down tables?
- He finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade, and says…what?
- I’m watching excitement turn family dogs into dancers where?
- Before we married, Mommy served here.
- Whose wicked sense of humour suggests exciting sex?
Trojans
a restaurant in a West End town
Romeo says: “You and me, babe, how about it?”
The Arrivals Gate
the WACS in the Philippines
Venus as a Boy
Good job on these 3:
Tabeitha - Portishead
Robot Arm - Napoleon XIV
LilyoftheValley - Sarah McLachlan
The other two were
I’d love to cover you and smother you in?
[ornaments of gold]
Ornaments of Gold - Siouxsie & The Banshees
Change is coming through my?
[shadow]
Forty-Six & 2 - Tool
With my hands over my head or on the trigger of my gun or maybe both, as long as I am in Brixton with the Clash.
How about the cemetry gates? Weird lover Wilde will be by your (“mine” in the lyrics) side, while Keats and Yeats will be on mine (“yours” in the lyrics).
What’s this crowding my icebox? What’s this giving me chills?
Yep! (They Might Be Giants, Ana NG)
Great job, NameAlreadyTaken for Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed and God Money by NIN, and gex gex for Cemetary Gates by the Smiths.
A few more:
I never learned to read or write so well. What do I carry in a gunny sack? And where do I live?
We’d meet in his garden in the shade. He’d let us in and knows where we’ve been. Who is he?
If you call a lawyer or file a lawsuit, I’ll smile in the courtroom. What will I buy you?
Where are teeth and bones are baked into cakes and passed around?
I’m pulling your strings, twisting your mind and smashing your dreams. Who am I?
A guitar, and close to New Orleans, because you’re Chuck Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode.”
He’s Ringo’s Octopus!
Avoid the woods - they’re have a picnic today
The teddy bears.
So, my last ones were too easy. How about these?
- I’ll get my guns and both of my friends, and what will we do?
- It’s such a long way down to see who?
- Snow-coated alleys are between the tall buildings, what’s between us?
- The repetitive phrase associated with: Ich lieb dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht.
- Who are you if I’m asking you: varför sörjer du?
I never learned to read or write so well. What do I carry in a gunny sack? And where do I live?
Johnny B Goode lived down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans where he carrries his guitar in a gunny sack.
Where are teeth and bones are baked into cakes and passed around? in hell.
Now mine.
I’m warning you, if you ever do those crazy messed up things that you do I will be the first to do what?
Where are you if you are rolling some bones and catching some fire?
I’m happy, I’m feeling glad. What have I got in my bag?
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos and memories and what are on trial?
I’ll be the first to crucify you
Tattoos of* memories and dead skin**
** I think…
** I have to confess that for a long time I thought it was Danskin on trial* blush
“I don’t love you, you don’t love me,” say it ain’t so, Lily.
Da Da Da. (And since we seem to be giving the artists as well, it’s by Trio.)