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Sorry if this has been done before but after that music mood thread, I wanted to see how people did with this. I'll start with a few lines from a song and you finish the phrase or passage and name that tune. Keep it goin by putting up a song stuck in your head too and see who can finish it.
"I need you here with me, Not way over in a bucket seat...."
I cant remember what comes after that part but I know before it! Stick shifts and safety belts... bucket seats have all got to go when we're driving...
Post by poopzilla33 on May 1, 2007 13:47:49 GMT -5
The People's Republic of Lake Edna. The People's Republic of S.A.S.E. The People's Republic of lemony fresh. The People's Republic of chocolaty delicious. The People's Republic of lumps in my oatmeal..........
Exits to freeways tWisted like knots on The fingers Jewels cleaving Skin between Breasts.
Your cadillac breathes Four hundred horses Over blue lines You are going To reseda To make love To a model From ohio Whose real name You dont Know
You spin Like the cadillac was Overturning down a Cliff on television And the radio is on And the radioman is speaking And the radioman says Women were a curse So men built paramount Studios And men built columbia Studios And men built Los angeles
It is 5 am And you are listening To los angeles
And the radioman says It is a beautiful night out there! And the radioman says Rock and roll lives! And the radioman says It is a beautiful night out there In los angeles You live In los angeles And you are going to Reseda; we are all In some way or Another going to Reseda someday To die And the radioman Laughs because The radioman fucks A model too
Gone savage For teenagers with Automatic weapons and Boundless love Gone savage for Teenagers who are Aesthetically pleasing In other words Fly Los angeles beckons The teenagers To come to her On buses; Los angeles loves Love
It is 5 am And you are listening To los angeles
I am going to Los angeles To built a screenplay about Lovers who Murder each Other I am going to Los angeles To see my own Name on a Screen, five feet Long and luminous As the radioman says It is 5 am And the sun has charred The other side of The world and come Back to us And painted the smoke Over our heads An imperial violet It is 5 am And you are listening To los angeles.
You are listening. You are listening. You are listening. You are listening.