”Var är citatet ifrån?”-leken


FYI: det handlar om en (helt suverän) Jakobitisk nidvisa om horkarlen George I, från albumet Parcel of Rogues, och även titellåten är en kampsång med sitt ursprung hos Bonnie Prince Charlies propagandamaskin.
 
Okej. Då ska vi se.

Ett musikaliskt verk. Jag söker musikorkestern OCH verkets titel.

With the guards of Magog swarming around
The Pied Piper takes his children underground
Dragons coming out of the sea
Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy

/M
 
Det är Genesis, från Foxtrot men jag kommer fan inte på vad låten heter.
Då tar jag en ledtråd.

Det är en lång låt. :D

Av många ansedd som proggrockens främsta verk.

Men jag ger dig rätt för Genesis och Foxtrot ändå. :) Du kan komplettera med låten när du kommer på den (du behöver alltså inte identifiera vilken dellåt det gäller). :-)

Låtens första rader är:
Walking across the sitting room
I turn the television off
Sitting beside you
I look into your eyes
As the sound of motor cars
Fades in the nighttime
I swear I saw your face change
It didn't seem quite right
 
Det kommer det kommer, men står läskigt still. Rätt säker på att det är sista låten dock. Ska tänka lite till, och tänka på ett citat också så länge då.
 
Supper's Ready! Jag kom på det när jag satt och klurade ut nytt citat nu, men valde också nya citatet för att jag kom på det.

Buy low, sell high a centipede between the eyes
Looking hungry at the flock spill the blood, improve the stock

White trash riverboat Tom Sawyer, he tried to sue my voodoo lawyer
I held him up bringin' home his bacon, and I cooked it lean in the kitchen with Satan

And him and me with our brackish frowns, dressin' down, sleaze broker town
We moved 'em out, we took 'em down, we're dressin' down with a cell phone
Answerin' calls, this cookin' pays, gimme a call, 1-800-FUCKIN-A

I'll put you in a cardboard box, slip you out into the rocks
Sit back and watch your momma pray
'Cause fuckin' maggot you're in the way

Buy low, sell high.....
 
Bedömer självmant den här som för svår, men det var kul så länge det varade. Ni får googla och lyssna den som vill.

Nytt citat kommer snart.
 
I studied Santeria and certain other things that squares like you would call the black arts due to lack of understanding, from Chano Pozo in New Orleans. You say you'll mess me up? I don't have to make those childish threats. I do my thing and one day you wake up wondering: "Why do I have this pain in my side?" Or maybe it won't even be that specific. Maybe it's: "Why is nothing going right for me? My life is a big bowl of shit. I don't remember making this big bowl of shit." Meantime, Roland Turner is a thousand miles away, laughing his ass off. Think about that Elwin. In this car, bad manners won't work.
 
I studied Santeria and certain other things that squares like you would call the black arts due to lack of understanding, from Chano Pozo in New Orleans. You say you'll mess me up? I don't have to make those childish threats. I do my thing and one day you wake up wondering: "Why do I have this pain in my side?" Or maybe it won't even be that specific. Maybe it's: "Why is nothing going right for me? My life is a big bowl of shit. I don't remember making this big bowl of shit." Meantime, Roland Turner is a thousand miles away, laughing his ass off. Think about that Elwin. In this car, bad manners won't work.
Nånting från Constantine?
 
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