Name That Song: Tuesday
Every day this week, we’ll be playing a new and exciting game called “Name That Song!” The idea is simple: I’ll post a series of images — foods this week — from a song. Post the song’s artist, title and (if you can dig them up) lyrics in the comments if you can figure out what it is. If necessary, I’ll post the answers next Friday (11/18).
Well, yesterday’s post was solved before noon. Perhaps it was a bit easy? Perhaps The Chairman’s work is a little too well known? Who knows. Either way, I hope today’s puzzle is somewhat more challenging. Good Luck!
November 8th, 2005 at 8:28 am
What’s with all the tacos? Seems like Nachos would be more up the devil’s alley. Mmmmm, NACHOS!
November 8th, 2005 at 11:02 am
“Satan Gave Me a Taco” — Beck
Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard I was gettin’ kinda dizzy eatin’ all the lard There was aphids on the lettuce an’ I ate every one An’ after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat An’ the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat My stomach was a-tremblin’ and I broke out in a rash I was so dry and thirsty and I didn’t have no cash So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn’t find my hand They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin’ red The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls The air was gettin’ thick; the smoke was gettin’ thicker The judge read the verdict: said, “Cut off his head!” Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights Some guy with a microphone, runnin’ around dancin’ in tights And I noticed the crew and the band playin’ down below And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage I made a lot of money and I gave it all away Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell Cookin’ with the devil, fryin’ down in hell
November 8th, 2005 at 11:03 am
Suddenly I feel like I’m back in second grade and pretty soon Mrs. Feyer is going to ask me to keep my hand down because the other kids want to answer…
November 8th, 2005 at 12:05 pm
I just need to get more east coasters to read and give you more of a run for your money ;)
It’s tough, though, when there’s somebody guessing at these who has a frighteningly good memory and has heard every CD that you own. Oh well ;)