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Short version of rules
Without using a search engine to find one, write down at least eight words of a song containing the word (or the topic, if it's a general topic).
If it's the newest word, play once, and wait for another player to play before you go again.
On older words, you can play over and over without waiting!
14 comments:
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
Suzanne
Leonard Cohen
Feed me Seymour
Feed me all night long...
---Little Shop of Horrors
Nora (and Pa Gogan in counterpoint):
You can't have him (He's gotta clean and sweep)
You don't love him (Feed the pigs and comb the sheep)
All you've done (Plant seeds)
Up to now (Pull weeds)
Is break his heart (Bow to all our needs)
-"A Bill of Sale Right Here" from Disney's "Pete's Dragon"
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."
Feed the Birds
fromo Mary Poppins
will you still need me,
will you still feed me
when I'm 64?
Beatles
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
White Rabbit
Jefferson Airplane
I needed someone to feed
I guess youre just what I needed
Just What I Needed ~ the Cars
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonder how you manage to feed the rest
The Beatles
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time
Band Aid(?)
This is the lambkins' own big water trough--
Drink, little lambkins, and then scamper off.
This is the rack where in winter they feed;
Hay makes a very good dinner indeed.
-"The Lambs," a fingerplay by Emilie Poulsson
Need you, feed you.
Even let you hold the remote control.
Grow Old With You by Adam Sandler
Feed my needs and then just leave me
-Elton John "Feed Me"
"The Watchman's Gone" by Gordon Lightfoot
If you find me feeding daisies
Please turn my face up to the sky
And leave me be, watching the moon roll by
Stephen from Scottsdale, Arizona, USA
http://stephen-has-spoken.blogspot.com/
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
Fiona Apple - Limp
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