Flowers Suggest that Wind is Concerned

Okay, I'm kind of enjoying this thematic thing, so I'm carrying on. All three of these songs are the same genre (and the same era also, more or less). No more clues than that, but if you get one song, it'll tell you what musical style the other two are. And if you don't recognise any of them, well perhaps that genre is not your cup of tea.

#1 Cowboy is not easy to love is hiding nearby. They claim the gold and diamond. Lonestar belt Levis buttons and old black and every night and day. If you do not understand, he does not want to die young may lack only. More children are not allowed to cowboy. Alternative or not load the old car. Deunghapsida doctor and their lawyers. For your child at home to plant in March cowboy, they always love you just one of them. Him.

#2 If you still hear my joy, but I think you all are my conscience, I guess. If I'm Walking shoes and when my friends for your entertainment and Flowers suggest that wind is concerned, I feel I can not. What is a fright. I do not bother me at all. 51, captain of irregular solitaria Tobacco Research Community and play until dawn. Now, I can do nothing for you.

#3 Sometimes it is established all love a man with a good and sad and it is not difficult to know a good time to do, but if you love him and forgive him even harbor to understand. If you love it. Geugahaneun he was 12 years more recently proud. It is a cold lonely night to wait for a hot and is only two officers. Husband Tribune and the world would you know that you love it. You can all love. Arising from your man.

So there you go. What songs are these, machine-processed into salads? Well, the originals can be uncovered by highlighting the big mess of whiteness you see below:

#1 "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys" by Waylon Jennings.

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Cowboys aren't easy to love and they're harder to hold. They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis, and each night begins a new day. If you don't understand him, and he doesn't die young, he'll probably just ride away. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks. Let them be doctors and lawyers and such. Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys, because they'll never stay home and they're always alone, even with someone they love.

#2 "Flowers on the Wall" by the Statler Brothers.

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I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness, but all that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess. If I were walking in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none while you and your friends are worrying about me, I'm having lots of fun counting flowers on the wall. That doesn't bother me at all. Playing solitare till dawn with a deck of fifty one, smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo. Now don't tell me I've nothing to do.

#3 "Stand By Your Man" by Tammy Wynette.

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Sometimes its hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man: you'll have bad times, and he'll have good times doing things that you don't understand, but if you love him you'll forgive him, even though he's hard to understand. And if you love him, be proud of him, because after all he's just a man. Stand by your man, give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to when nights are cold and lonely. Stand by your man and tell the world you love him. Keep giving all the love you can. Stand by your man.

Array Whisper in My Bag

So last week's thing was that the songs were all songs that hit #1 on Billboard in years that ended, as this one does, with the number 0. Here's three more of the same.

#1 This issue should wear their clothes? I can tell you that my tie is too big? Maybe I have a chain? Age nonsense welcome to buy. Only if you like the secret? You must use a lot of money, do not dress like a bad way. A new sound that everyone is talking about love, but I can still rock and roll.

#2 Array whisper in my bag. He left the winter Country'm. Silence in the bedroom and wake alone together? I still dream your eyes touch me. I like it, but now he has the worst. Be good, but I lost the whole way. I like it, but now he has the worst. From the present I think we can arrange a time.

#3 It might hurt your baby, it's a lie. They come to see him, oh. They do not cry, no one for me to do something, you remember. Maybe this: I will not lose you, little things like that are NOK, but I love them. When the boy finally see what someone else? First of all, I ..

They were more fun last week. Sorry about it. Plus, I'd rather be stuck on a desert island with last week's songs than this week's songs, especially #1, which gives me a migraine. You know where the answers are, right? Just in case you'd forgotten, they're right below here all dressed in white.

#1 "It's Still Rock 'n Roll to Me" by Billy Joel.

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What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? Can't you tell that your tie's too wide? Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? Welcome back to the age of jive. Where have you been hiding out lately, honey? You can't dress trashy till you spend a lot of money. Everybody's talking about the new sound, funny, but it's still rock and roll to me.

#2 "It Must Have Been Love" by Roxette.

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Lay a whisper on my pillow. Leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely; is there a silence in the bedroom and all around? Touch me now; I close my eyes and dream away. It must have been love, but it's over now. It must have been good, but I lost it somehow. It must have been love, but it's over now. From the moment we touched till the time had run out.

#3 "It's Gonna be Me" by 'N Sync.

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You might have been hurt, babe; that is no lie. You've seen them all come and go, oh. I remember you told me that it made you believe in no man, no cry. Maybe that's why every little thing I do never seems enough for you: you don't want to lose it again, but I'm not like them. Baby, when you finally get to love somebody, guess what? It's going to be me.

My Father and Mother Did Not Sleep Around

Okay, back from a 'hiatus', as they say. This blog just stumbles on like a car with a flat tire, doesn't it? Anyway, it's 2010. So I'm celebrating by choosing six songs that were #1 hits on Billboard in years ending with zero. Which is easy enough to understand. Anyway, three of them this week and three next.

#1 Come on baby, let us together with screws. Come on baby, let us together with screws. I hope that hand Jomhasigi. Oh, swing, baby, baby, swing. Oh, so. Will continue to be volatile. My father and mother did not sleep around. Yes, my father and my mother not to sleep around. So, we have at home. Bolts forward. Oh yeah, baby, hurry up. Oh, so. Will continue to be volatile.

#2 The rain fell on my head, the man's feet are too big and his bed, apparently not pursued in this area. The rain was falling on my head. They fall. So, I have only two days, so I do not want to do, I'll tell you to sleep at work. The rain was falling on my head. They fall.

#3 The feeling is that Coombs morning. Grabbed my glasses, I my door, I walk to city statistics. Before I go, I was sick, Jack, when you go at night, I do not brush the teeth in the future. Our Spa fingers, toes, contact. All the clothes, clothes, and our efforts. Children, our phone, mobile phones in France. Impairment of goodwill, we are like a CD player, and the efforts of all parties, but also absorbed some views.

Awesomeness is to be found in how the first song suddenly gets to commenting on parents' faithfulness to one another, and also how the third song suddenly gets 'Coombs' through some pop-culture-savvy machine translation. Oh, the answers? In the whiteness below.

#1 "The Twist" by Chubby Checker.

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Come on baby, let's do the twist. Come on baby, let's do the twist. Take me by my little hand and go like this. Oh, twist, baby baby, twist. Oh yes, just like this. Come on, little miss, and do the twist. My daddy is sleeping and mama isn't around. Yes, daddy is sleeping and mama isn't around. We're going to twisty twisty twisty till we turn the house down. Come on and twist. Yes, baby, twist. Oh yes, just like this. Come on, little miss, and do the twist.

#2 "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head" by B.J. Thomas.

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Raindrops keep falling on my head, and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are falling on my head. They keep falling. So I just did myself some talking to the sun, and I said I didn't like the way he got things done, sleeping on the job. Those raindrops are falling on my head. They keep falling.

#3 "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha.

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Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy. Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm going to hit this city. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack, because when I leave for the night, I am not coming back. I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop topping, playing our favorite CDs, pulling up to the parties trying to get a little bit tipsy.