DALnetizen - 80s Lyric Quiz

The 1980s Lyrics Quiz
Twenty three lyrics from the 1980s. Can you name the bands and the songs? We'll give you one hint - they're mostly English!
Swallowing flames 
Sinking in the snow 
He enjoys feeling pain 
He enjoys peeling slow 

 


I'm not expecting 
to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe 
and see the sun in wintertime




Oh the heads that turn
Make my back burn
The fire in your eyes keeps me alive




What is wrong in my life
That I must get drunk every night




My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear




Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. 
Look at that low plane! Fine then. 
Uh oh, overflow, population, 
common group, but it'll do. 




Ain't he cute? 
No he ain't 
He's just another burden 
on the welfare state




My, my, sun is pie
there's fodder for the cannons 
and the guilty ones can all sleep safely




Days of speed, and slow-time Mondays 
Pissing down with rain on boring Wednesdays 
Watching the news and not eating your tea 
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls 




The ammunition's being passed
And the Lord's been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar




Today is a birthday 
They're smoking cigars 
He's got a chain of flowers 
And sows a bird in her knickers 




He still goes dancing and she still cuts hair
They put the baby into Council care
The love that we have is so important 




Punctured bicycle
On a hill side desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?




I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.




Spinning on that dizzy edge 
I kissed her face and kissed her head 
And dreamed of all the different ways I had 
To make her glow 




When routine bites hard
and ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow.




I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
the devil take your stereo and your record collection! 




These boots weren't made for walking
The Marquis de Sade never made no boots like these




Only came outside to watch night fall with the rain
I heard you making patterns rhyme like
Some new romantic looking for the TV sound




If you judge a book by the cover
Then you judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover
Me I go from one extreme to another




It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony




I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
That much is true
But even then I knew I'd find a much better place
Either with or without you




Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
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Compiled by curve (curve@dal.net) 2002