occasional fish: on some of the pages there are dirty things

It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish. Each fish sang a different song. And as she put herself back together again, unable for the moment to remember whether the silver flecks went in the blue eye or the green one, she decided that a dog would be a nice thing to have. And then it occurred to her that there had been a dog around at some point, hadn't there? A nice doggie. And she went off to look for it, trailing occasional fish...

- Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones

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The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks
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Friday, November 30, 2007

The Friday Random Guess 10:

Their small-town eyes will gape at you
There's a reckless feeling in your heart as you head out tonight
Heads turn when you hit the room
Let your legs loll on the lino
Tear me apart, including this old heart
Blue morning, blue morning, wrapped in strands of fist and bone
They stencilled their drum heads and guitars with their names
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
So roll me over, over, over while you turn your head
Oh ladies, pleasant and demure, sallow-cheeked and sure

There's even something approaching a theme this week, even if it did sort of need to be shoehorned in there for a couple of the lyrics. (Can you guess it?)

Anyway, that's what these are: song lyrics. You guess the song title and band, and we all clap and cheer uproariously when you get it right. Sound like fun? Good, because that's how it works. Oh, and we did this last week, too, if you were wondering how that played out.

As always, best of luck!

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