Sing it if you understand.

Hey! It’s my 50th post. To mark the occasion, I thought we’d have a little contest.

You may have noticed that some of my post titles are song lyrics, or song titles. In fact, almost all of my post titles are song lyrics or song titles. Some of them are even from songs that have something to do with the subject of the post.

I’m curious to see if y’all can identify them.

Most of them should be easy, but there are a couple pretty obscure references in there. First person to identify them all, by title and artist, wins a Ghost Guides T-shirt. These are left over from when Sarah was running her own company, giving walking tours of the North End and telling ghost stories. We only have XL and XXL (I believe) but they’re pretty good-looking shirts. I’ll see if I can get a picture of one up here at some point.

The following early posts are not musical references: “Digesting,” “Out of the mouths of babes,” and “Reading.” If it’s a song that’s been covered, I won’t be picky about the artist. Google is definitely allowed, although I think it might be more fun to try it without and see how far you get. If you get stuck or wish to collaborate, feel free to use the comments area to get together. I have plenty of T-shirts, so team prizes will not be a problem.

Send your guesses to contest at my domain name, crankopotamus.com.

Have fun, and thanks for reading.

6 thoughts on “Sing it if you understand.

  1. Happy 50!

    I am at a significant disadvantage in this contest since I grew up listening to country music. I don’t anymore, but I’ll never catch up on all I missed. Rob is still amazed when a classic rock/pop song comes on the radio and I swear I’ve never heard it before. But, name a Dolly Parton song and I can sing it.

  2. All I say kalki, is “Jolene.” and D, I’ll give it my best, since I have to be at work this weekend, seems like an appropriate “project”

  3. My uncle and I used to play a similar game when we corresponded years ago. We would write each other, yes with paper and pen, and at the end of each letter include a line from a song. He was (and still is) the lyrical master, I just the apprentice. I can still hear him laughing as he wrote back with the answer to “You don’t need a penny…”, taunting me to at least try to stump him the next time.

    I have an unfortunate advantage (bribery of a 99 dinner) so I will bow out of this one, but it sounds like a great distraction from work. See you at pickup, my friend.

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