See if you can guess the songs from one line. Some are easy but some are v. hard. (This entry doubles as my favorite-song-lines entry.) Have fun!
So if you care to find me, look to the western sky!
Marry me, girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
Step into a sweet wet dream
But the white paint plastic saints say it all
I've got soul but I'm not a soldier
Oh, don't mind me; I'm watching you two from the closet, wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Everybody needs somebody to lean on; put your body next to mine and dream on
You look so good in blue
Stay all night and we'll save the population
I am thinking of your voice and of the midnight picnic once upon a time before the rain began
I'm a color reporter but the city's been bled white
You smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor, and your eyes say the joke's on me
Here's the silhouette, the face always turned away; the bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day
If I could open my mouth wide enough for a marching band to march out, they would make your name sing
Generals order their soldiers to kill
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and I'm sneaking glances
I've loaded up this gun; there's a killer in me hoping that you're the one
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?
Saying nothing, never kissing, giving silence for silence
I'm in every kind of trouble
What's in your head, zombie?
Why don't you show me a little bit of spunk you've been saving for his bed rest, love...
Save some face---you know you've only got one
Wise men say only fools rush in
So let her be a lesbian!
I don't want to die; I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Promise split with the flower, with the flame
For once the shadows gave way to light
Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight
There's no need to ask directions if you ever lose your mind
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as you're lying there, drifting off to sleep
I trust my soul; my only goal is just to be
Nothing matters when knowing nothing matters
What kind of life you dream of? You're allergic to love!
Here she lies, no one knew her worth: the late great daughter of Mother Earth
And an easy one to round it all off with:
Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?
Now I expect you guys to get some of these; some are eeeeeeeasy!
pyro_faerie, I expect you to catch the Queen and the Fall Out Boy;
bananatheartist, you had better catch the Suzanne Vega, and naturally I'm relying on
sonicboom195 for the Wicked and
boundandchained for the Rent. Don't let me down, babes!
ETA: Y'all suck. You're only doing the Broadway ones (not even all of them at that) (hello, Aida?) and the Fall Out Boy. Hello! Can we see some Death Cab for Cutie? The Shins? Cake, Elvis, Elliott Smith? SIMON AND GARFUNKEL, YOU GUYS! GREEN DAY! A ton of Red Hot Chili Peppers! I mean, I was expecting you guys to be clueless on "saying nothing, never kissing, giving silence for silence," because there is no way any of you will ever get that, no offense. But seriously!