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I thought I had my one entry for the day...

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...but nooooo, no no no. cadhla had this poll up w/ her answers, and it was intriguing to me, so I am going to answer it. Thanks, cadhla!

The Soundtrack of My Life

Name a song that...

...reminds you of an ex.

'I Remember You', The Eurythmics
and all the sweetness has been taken out of this place
so many memories are knocked down and replaced
and I can't stand to see the shifting time
taking me further-- leaving you behind


...makes you cry.
Sort of a strange answer, this one, but the song always _does_ bring tears to my eyes. Happy ones.
'Solsbury Hill', Peter Gabriel
to keep inside as I resigned
my friends would think I was a nut
turning water into wine
open doors would soon be shut
so I went from day to day
though my life was in a rut
'til I thought of what I'd say
which connections I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
my heart goin' boom boom boom--
'Hey,' I said, 'You can keep my things; they've come to take me home.'


...reminds you of high school.
'I Confess', The English Beat
out like a light
another boy has given up trying
blinded by fright
he screams 'my life's not open
'please get out
'I know I'm shouting
'I like to shout'


...reminds you of childhood.
My favorite babysitter was one of the biggest David Bowie fans ever. You have to get past about 1980 before I don't automatically associate Bowie music with her. Especially strong in there is 'Oh! You Pretty Things'
look out my window, what do I see?
crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
oh the nightmares came today
and it looks as though they're here to stay


...mirrors true life a little too closely.
'Shrinkwrapped', Sleeper
you closed your eyes and left me here
and now I'm jealous of your sleep
I made some noise to wake you up
it seems you've drifted out of reach
I'm not sure if you meant what you said/ but that's o.k.
'cos it still sounded good when you said it anyway
I'm not sure where you are when I turn and stroke your face
you don't move anymore so it must be getting late
I'm not tired even now
I think I'm glad to be awake
I've met these fractured thoughts before
they grin and wander round this place
I'll get up all I'll find
is a paper that I hate
real life disappears
and gets shrinkwrapped in its place
I get up to watch TV
helps me feed my vicious streak
real life disappears
then we watch the spooks on the news
playing chess with the cynics
hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics
now it's gone 5 a.m.
we smile and plan our revenge
by the end the night has found its true friends
up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes
maybe I'm too tired to color them in
I get what I want and I'm not sure I want it
get what I want and I'm not sure I want it
get what I want and I'm not sure I want it anymore


...makes you laugh.
None. This Shriekback pun always makes me smile, though:
Chromium, radium, nickel, iridium,
Gold and actinium, arsenic, plutonium,
Neon, molybdenum, zinc, iodine
Braving the elements
The reptiles and I...


...will always get you up to dance.
It's a loyalty thing.
white on white translucent black capes
back on the rack
bela lugosi's dead
the bats have left the belltower, the victims have been bled
red velvet lines the black box
bela lugosi's dead


...you used to hate but now love.
'Always Crashing in the Same Car', David Bowie.
Jasmine, I saw you creeping
as I put my foot down to the floor
round and round the hotel garage
must've been touching close to ninety-four
but I'm -- always crashing in the same car.

I HATED this song. I hated it for years and years. Then it got performed live with a new set of musicians and I realized it was frigging brilliant.

...you love but wouldn't know about if it wasn't for a friend.
The Sleeper song up above is one, but there're others as well, like 'Blond Boy', Marc Almond
the boy with the young heart left the boy with the sad eyes
and went to the boy with the grin
heart on his bicep, suffering another love
could be the end of him
the blond boy, blond boy
the blond boy, blond boy
'82 in the President Hotel
just the blond boy and me
bad blood, jacking off jism and blues
Cliff Richard on the black and white TV

Most are all the fault of the same person.

...you like from your parents' record collection.
The soundtrack to 'The Sting'. I like Joplin. This piece of vinyl is why.

...makes you think of sex.
Oddly, music does not really make me think of sex. I am sure that there are folk reading this who would comment that everything makes me think of sex, but...

...is your anthem.
'Candidate (demo)', Bowie
inside every teenage girl there's a fountain
inside every young pair of pants there's a mountain
inside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bed
inside every candidate waits a grateful dead
I make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myself
I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself
I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself
yeah, and pretend I'm walking home
I took it so bad, I sat in the correction room
took me a fag, and a kick in the moon
well, I ain't gonna suck no radar wing
because inside this tin is tin
would you like techno-plate 'cause I'm your candidate, oh yeah
it's a matter of life- and the way you walk, you've got a BrylCream queen
it's a matter of tact- in the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean
it's a matter of fact- that a cock ain't a cock on a twelve inch screen
so I'll pretend I'm walking home
you don't have to scream a lot to keep an age in tune
you don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoons
you don't have to paint my contact black
now I've hustled a pair of jeans
do I have to give your money back when I'm the Fuhrerling?
I'll make you a deal: I'll say I came from Earth and my tongue is taped
I'll make you a deal: you can get your kicks on the candidate
I'll make you a deal: for your future's sake, I'm the candidate
lets pretend we're walking home
uh-huh, uhhh I'm the candidate
make way for the candidate
vote now for the candidate
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