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Dumm. Dumm. Dumm Dumm Dumm. Dumm-dumm-dumm-dumm-dumm-dumm. Dumm Dumm Dumm.
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
Why? Any space-craft or probe would be evaporated before it reached the surface. This should be Set the controls to orbit at a safe distance from the sun or maybe a Lagrange point.
There have been no documented cases of purple rain, and doves don’t have tear ducts.
Are you criticizing Prince or America?
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
Faster than the speed of light
"Planet Claire" - The B52’s
(That is one souped-up hot rod.)
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
"Champagne Supernova" - Oasis
(You do the math on that one.)
Well, it depends on what the cannonbakl’s doing, doesn’t it? I can walk slowly than a cannonball at rest. Or even one slowly and ponderously rolling…
True.
And I suppose that when you get right down to it, cannonballs can’t walk at all. So even walking slowly I can walk faster than any cannonball.
Both. I hate America.
yoyodyne, Why do you Hate America?
“metaphor”? “hyperbole”?
Buddy, if you want creditability, you have got to stop making up words. 
Lonely People? You Can Do Magic? How could anyone not hate America?
Whoosh!
Or else I was whooshed. Either way.
Neither the Rockin’ Pneumonia nor the Boogie Woogie Blues is generally accepted in the medical community as an actual malady.
There is no evidence that Eskimos have a significantly different body temperature than do residents of more southerly climes, therefore Eskimo pussy is NOT mighty cold.
I don’t know, it was just something I was told. I guess they were wrong.
Also, if the jukebox blows a fuse, then it doesn’t matter if she has a dime, the music will stop.
A geographic problem : Beethoven is buried in Vienna; Tchaivkovsky is buried in St. Petersburg, so he’d have to roll quite a ways to deliver the news. Furthermore, Beethoven is dead, so he couldn’t do it anyway.
Time travel is impossible, or at least nobody knows how to do it yet. You can’t just go and claim to have a time machine without proof.
I’m sorry Mr. Morrissey, but you are mistaken in that regard.
How about this line from Substitute:
*"The north side of my town faced east and the east was facing south"*
…a word to the wise: don’t ask Pete for directions!
Since we’re slagging Pete, I’ve always had my doubts about whether someone who who was deaf, dumb and blind could play pinball by sense of smell. I don’t think any odors created by the balls passage over the table and off the bumpers would arrive at the nasal receptors in a timely enough fashion to provide useful information. Perhaps, if there were a fan behind the table, but Townsend doesn’t indicate one is there in the song. I’d like to see a cite on this.
I might buy telekenesis but I’d still like a cite.
Let’s see, I think I’ll start with Bob Dylan from My Back Pages: “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now…”
Nope, it’s not possible to reverse the aging process, or go back in time.
The Rolling Stones’ She’s a Rainbow says “she’s like a rainbow, coming colors in the air”
Sounds like one heck of an orgasm, but not feasible.
There’s that Blondie song Heart of Glass -
really bad idea. I don’t think medical science will waste any time on that one.
Jimmy Buffett, Og love him, sings about a Beach House on the Moon.
Jimmy, you need to get your money back. There’s no beach on the moon. Sorry.
Finally, Lyle Lovett seems to believe that Penguins are so sensitive to his needs.
Not unless your needs are limited to things like eating raw herring and avoiding polar bears.
The resolution to this one is implied by your previous nitpick. If the narrator is walking down the hall at, say, twice the speed of a cannonball, his motion would be well and safely into the non-relativistic limit, and it’s therefore fair to say that he’s walking “slowly”.