Den eneste måten å klare alle spørsmålene på, er visst å lage en selv. ;) Så, vanlige regler; 1 poeng for sang, 1 poeng for originalartist/-band, og 1 poeng for hvem som har hatt evt. kjent coverversjon.
1. Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
Tonight you're mine, completely
You give your love so sweetly
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
I get up in the evening, and I aint got nothing to say
I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Mother she is not the type you look at on the street
Looks like any other mum I know
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
3: George Michael: Careless Whisper
5 Our house, har ikke peiling på artisten
6: Bruce Springsteen : Dancing in the dark
7: Tainted love, artist ???
9: The Monroes: Sunday people
10: Dire Straits, vet ikke tittelen
Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
David Bowie, men hva?
Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know
Grumf. Høres ut som Tommern, men det burde jeg tatt i tilfell
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
Careless Whisper, GM
Tonight you're mine, completely
You give your love so sweetly
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Madness?
I get up in the evening, and I aint got nothing to say
I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
Dancing in the Dark, BS
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Blue? Joni M, ihvertfall, og fra den platen. He sends her a note, and she‘s lost to you.
Mother she is not the type you look at on the street
Looks like any other mum I know
Sunday People, Monroes
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
1. Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
David Bowie - Changes
Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor Wham - Careless whisper
Tonight you're mine, completely
You give your love so sweetly Den kan jeg, men jeg husker hva artisten heter. Sangen handler om "will you still love me tomorrow?"
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Madness - My house
I get up in the evening, and I aint got nothing to say
I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow
Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer
And everything that I know Tom Waits: Diamonds and Gold
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor George Michael: Careless Whisper
Tonight you're mine, completely
You give your love so sweetly
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs Madness: Our house
I get up in the evening, and I aint got nothing to say
I come home in the morning, I go to bed feeling the same way
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Mother she is not the type you look at on the street
Looks like any other mum I know Monroes: Sunday People
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back