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The previous lyrical exhibition was only a test. Had it been a real query, I would not know the answers to the question of which songs said lyrics belonged to. As it is, I do know (mostly), and have cribbed said for you, behind the following lj-cut.
1. in the garage where I belong, no one hears me sing this song - "In the Garage," Weezer
2. you might blow up but you won't go pop -- that De La Soul song whose name I have forgotten, if I ever knew it
3. he still lives with his momma but he sneaks down, a coolie in the shadow of the playground -- "The Vampires," Songs from the Capeman
4. they speak fluently blonde from her legs to her cigarette -- "Living it Up," Rickie Lee Jones
5. picking up his sword again, it was a Mont Blanc monogrammed pen -- "Love Letters," Jude
6. oh you poor, poor suffering murderess -- "Black Widow," Michelle Shocked
7. we're living in France and I'm fond of your fantasies -- "Inside Your Painting," Patty Larkin
8. she had a one-in-a-million bad day -- "Thinking Amelia," Deb Talan
9. out there in the shadow of the modern machine -- "St. Robinson and his Cadillac Dream," Counting Crows
10. there's a church beside the park, and it fills the dying dark with five strokes -- "5 a.m. in Amsterdam," Michelle Shocked
11. we were younger then, we were children in India -- "Twenty Thousand Hearts," Eddie From Ohio
12. she was only responsive with a drink, he was only responsive by photo -- "The Couch," Alanis Morissette
13. I'm in love with a fan and she thinks I'm a star -- "The Asshole Song," Jude
14. barnyard thug, sleeps on straw and calls it a rug, yeah, that's a rug, okay -- "Pigs, Sheep and Wolves," Paul Simon
15. there's a carrot-top that can barely walk with a sippy cup of milk -- "Outside Lookin' In," Lonestar
Meanwhile, I'm spending a good portion of my inter-car time these days with KZLA, America's Most Listened-To Country Station. Or, as I prefer to say, "country music radio station," because I love the rhythm of that phrase. It's practically dactylic.
People complain about the radio in LA, but I'm really pretty pleased with it. We spawned Ryan Seacrest, after all, though I'm developing a new fondness for his replacement, Jason Pullman, on the drive-time slot on STAR 98.7, which has all ten songs on the pop playlist you could ever want. Jason Pullman got a lot of flak because in the dark he sounds just like Seacrest, from the wide-mouthed chuckle to the "I'm-not-gay-really" slushy sibilants. Personally, I was peeved that Lisa Foxx, Ryan's longtime cohost, didn't step up and headline the show herself, and I was tempted to blame the market for immediately bringing in a new GUY rather than letting Lisa helm for a while, but at the end of the day, Lisa's just not charismatic enough to have her own show. She's a sidekick. And there I go, betraying the sisterhood once more.
Back to radio. KCRW, of course, represents as our NPR-and-Polyphonic Spree station, as every good urban market needs a place to go for Garrison Keillor and Morning Becomes Eclectic. And we've got 103.1, excuse me INDY 103.1, the new Clearchannel "independent" radio station which, despite a propensity for Pearl Jam and Bob Marley, really does an okay job playing indie-label stuff. Bottom line, a reasonable dial, and I've got four out of my six preprogrammed buttons in the car taken care of without having to revert to oldies and/or Pacifica.
And yet. Some time earlier this year, I decided I'd give the country music radio station a try. Which isn't to say I'm without affection for country music as a genre; quite the contrary, actually. I've always been a mamas-don't-let-yer-babies-grow-up cowgirl, but with the exception of the rockabilly brigade (Lyle Lovett, Nanci Griffith, Robert Earl Keen, Jr) and the alt-country bluegrass mainstream (Lucinda Williams, Allison Krauss), my knowledge of straight-up contemporary country fizzled out sometime around Dolly Parton. I mean, I can pick Trisha Yearwood out of a lineup, and I can hum along to Reba, but there's a whole school of skinny girls and modern cowboys who have (up until now) eluded me. Enter KZLA.
I've been listening steadily since, oh, Christmas? I change channels for commercials or war songs (of which there has been a preponderance, and I find them all both manipulative and frightening, which is to say, I listen to "American Soldier" and it makes me cry, and then makes me angry with myself for being duped, so, anyway, off to KCRW or Indy I go) -- I check 98.7 first, stick if it's "Hey Ya" ('cause if you don't like that song, check yourself for a pulse), stick if it's Five For Fighting's "100 Years," switch if it's that Hoobastank song or anything by Sarah McLachlan, check Indie 103.1 and stay unless it's Bob Marley or tuneless punk, check KCRW and stay unless it's the all-Radiohead hour (because I'm in the CAR, yo). And still I'm left with a hot whole lot of country songs.
I don't know the names or artists for any of 'em. Nine months of listening, you'd think I'd pick up something, but, nada. I can sing along and the top of my lungs, and I do, but I can't tell Toby Keith from Kenny Chesny and I can't tell Rachel wossname from Mindy wossname either.
Therefore (because you folks are way more interesting than google), I bring you the What Country Song Am I Probably Misquoting Country Music Radio Station Lyrics Quiz List. If you've ever spun to the country side of the dial, please, take a gander:
Guess if you can, just for fun. I'll do the looking up legwork later iffen you can't help me. I'll take artist reviews and recommendations, too.
1. and the band played songs that we had never heard, but we sang anyway
2. pour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane, before I go insane
3. shook me up and turned me around, helped me learn to breathe it all in
4. I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt, she was killin' me in that miniskirt
5. Cupid works for the devil, be suspicious if he cries, you know sex is usually good, but it ain't always right
6. [still lookin' at you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_maayan] and we like to drink our beer from a mason jar, oooooooohhh, I love this bar
7. I look to the left, see his suntanned hands, his muddy river hair and his thousand-acre plans
8. living on dreams and spaghetti-os
9. there is no Arizona, no painted desert, no Sedona
10. I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
ETA: I think it says something, either about me or about the state of pop playlists on commercial radio, that half a year into my country-music listening I can only quote ten songs. Then again, I already blew my wad on "My Front Porch Lookin' In" in the last lyric set, and that one's my favorite. a little blue-eyed blonde with her shoes on wrong 'cause she likes to dress her-SEYALF!
1. in the garage where I belong, no one hears me sing this song - "In the Garage," Weezer
2. you might blow up but you won't go pop -- that De La Soul song whose name I have forgotten, if I ever knew it
3. he still lives with his momma but he sneaks down, a coolie in the shadow of the playground -- "The Vampires," Songs from the Capeman
4. they speak fluently blonde from her legs to her cigarette -- "Living it Up," Rickie Lee Jones
5. picking up his sword again, it was a Mont Blanc monogrammed pen -- "Love Letters," Jude
6. oh you poor, poor suffering murderess -- "Black Widow," Michelle Shocked
7. we're living in France and I'm fond of your fantasies -- "Inside Your Painting," Patty Larkin
8. she had a one-in-a-million bad day -- "Thinking Amelia," Deb Talan
9. out there in the shadow of the modern machine -- "St. Robinson and his Cadillac Dream," Counting Crows
10. there's a church beside the park, and it fills the dying dark with five strokes -- "5 a.m. in Amsterdam," Michelle Shocked
11. we were younger then, we were children in India -- "Twenty Thousand Hearts," Eddie From Ohio
12. she was only responsive with a drink, he was only responsive by photo -- "The Couch," Alanis Morissette
13. I'm in love with a fan and she thinks I'm a star -- "The Asshole Song," Jude
14. barnyard thug, sleeps on straw and calls it a rug, yeah, that's a rug, okay -- "Pigs, Sheep and Wolves," Paul Simon
15. there's a carrot-top that can barely walk with a sippy cup of milk -- "Outside Lookin' In," Lonestar
Meanwhile, I'm spending a good portion of my inter-car time these days with KZLA, America's Most Listened-To Country Station. Or, as I prefer to say, "country music radio station," because I love the rhythm of that phrase. It's practically dactylic.
People complain about the radio in LA, but I'm really pretty pleased with it. We spawned Ryan Seacrest, after all, though I'm developing a new fondness for his replacement, Jason Pullman, on the drive-time slot on STAR 98.7, which has all ten songs on the pop playlist you could ever want. Jason Pullman got a lot of flak because in the dark he sounds just like Seacrest, from the wide-mouthed chuckle to the "I'm-not-gay-really" slushy sibilants. Personally, I was peeved that Lisa Foxx, Ryan's longtime cohost, didn't step up and headline the show herself, and I was tempted to blame the market for immediately bringing in a new GUY rather than letting Lisa helm for a while, but at the end of the day, Lisa's just not charismatic enough to have her own show. She's a sidekick. And there I go, betraying the sisterhood once more.
Back to radio. KCRW, of course, represents as our NPR-and-Polyphonic Spree station, as every good urban market needs a place to go for Garrison Keillor and Morning Becomes Eclectic. And we've got 103.1, excuse me INDY 103.1, the new Clearchannel "independent" radio station which, despite a propensity for Pearl Jam and Bob Marley, really does an okay job playing indie-label stuff. Bottom line, a reasonable dial, and I've got four out of my six preprogrammed buttons in the car taken care of without having to revert to oldies and/or Pacifica.
And yet. Some time earlier this year, I decided I'd give the country music radio station a try. Which isn't to say I'm without affection for country music as a genre; quite the contrary, actually. I've always been a mamas-don't-let-yer-babies-grow-up cowgirl, but with the exception of the rockabilly brigade (Lyle Lovett, Nanci Griffith, Robert Earl Keen, Jr) and the alt-country bluegrass mainstream (Lucinda Williams, Allison Krauss), my knowledge of straight-up contemporary country fizzled out sometime around Dolly Parton. I mean, I can pick Trisha Yearwood out of a lineup, and I can hum along to Reba, but there's a whole school of skinny girls and modern cowboys who have (up until now) eluded me. Enter KZLA.
I've been listening steadily since, oh, Christmas? I change channels for commercials or war songs (of which there has been a preponderance, and I find them all both manipulative and frightening, which is to say, I listen to "American Soldier" and it makes me cry, and then makes me angry with myself for being duped, so, anyway, off to KCRW or Indy I go) -- I check 98.7 first, stick if it's "Hey Ya" ('cause if you don't like that song, check yourself for a pulse), stick if it's Five For Fighting's "100 Years," switch if it's that Hoobastank song or anything by Sarah McLachlan, check Indie 103.1 and stay unless it's Bob Marley or tuneless punk, check KCRW and stay unless it's the all-Radiohead hour (because I'm in the CAR, yo). And still I'm left with a hot whole lot of country songs.
I don't know the names or artists for any of 'em. Nine months of listening, you'd think I'd pick up something, but, nada. I can sing along and the top of my lungs, and I do, but I can't tell Toby Keith from Kenny Chesny and I can't tell Rachel wossname from Mindy wossname either.
Therefore (because you folks are way more interesting than google), I bring you the What Country Song Am I Probably Misquoting Country Music Radio Station Lyrics Quiz List. If you've ever spun to the country side of the dial, please, take a gander:
Guess if you can, just for fun. I'll do the looking up legwork later iffen you can't help me. I'll take artist reviews and recommendations, too.
1. and the band played songs that we had never heard, but we sang anyway
2. pour me something tall and strong, make it a hurricane, before I go insane
3. shook me up and turned me around, helped me learn to breathe it all in
4. I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt, she was killin' me in that miniskirt
5. Cupid works for the devil, be suspicious if he cries, you know sex is usually good, but it ain't always right
6. [still lookin' at you,
_maayan] and we like to drink our beer from a mason jar, oooooooohhh, I love this bar7. I look to the left, see his suntanned hands, his muddy river hair and his thousand-acre plans
8. living on dreams and spaghetti-os
9. there is no Arizona, no painted desert, no Sedona
10. I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
ETA: I think it says something, either about me or about the state of pop playlists on commercial radio, that half a year into my country-music listening I can only quote ten songs. Then again, I already blew my wad on "My Front Porch Lookin' In" in the last lyric set, and that one's my favorite. a little blue-eyed blonde with her shoes on wrong 'cause she likes to dress her-SEYALF!
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