70's John Prine - onomatopeia:
Forty-five minutes
Fifty-five cents
Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
Singing, hey brother
Look what we got for you
We're gonna rope off an area
And put on a show
From the Canadian border
Down to Mexico
It might be the most
Potentially gross
Thing that we could possibly do
Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
We'll record it live
And that's no jive.
Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No!
Bang! went the pistol.
Crash! went the window.
Ouch! went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia
I don't wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.
Knock! Knock! Hello!
Can I come in?
Gee, that was a wonderful show!
Oh, you haven't gone on yet?
Well, how was I supposed to know?
Hey! We got a great date
It's really downtown
We're gonna get the Grand Canyon
To do the sound
It's a boxing ring
But it might be the thing
To really put you in the dough
Listen little brother, don't ya get us wrong
Why we even know one of the words to your song
Just say I do
And we'll lay it on you
You! You! And me! Me! Me!
Bang! went the pistol
Crash! Went the window
Ouch! Went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia
I don't want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.
OR
TODD RUNDGREN - onomatopeia
Onomatopoeia every time I see ya
My senses tell me hubba
And I just can't disagree
I get a feeling in my heart that I can't describe
It's sort of lub, dub, lub, dub
A sound in my head that I can't describe
It's sort of zoom, zip, hiccup, drip
Ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack
Onomatopoeia in proximity ya
Rearrange my brain in a strange cacophony
I get a feeling somewhere that I can't describe
It's sort of uh, uh, uh, uh
A sound in my head that I can't describe
It's sort of whack, whir, wheeze, whine
Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape
Clink, clank, clunk, clatter
Crash, bang, beep, buzz
Ring, rip, roar, retch
Twang, toot, tinkle, thud
Pop, plop, plunk, pow
Snort, snuk, sniff, smack
Screech, splash, squish, squeek
Jingle, rattle, squeel, boing
Honk, hoot, hack, belch
OR
SPOCK's BEARD - onomatopeia
The clicking wires
The ticking clocks
They're in my brain
In my brain
In my brain
Like a wave of shocks
Bang goes the world
The bright sun cracks
There's a train
There's a train
There's a train
And I'm frozen to the tracks
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
That's enough
The hissing fire
The rumbling sky
They're out of place
Out of place
Out of place
And I can't remember why
Crash down around me
Emotions flow
Up through the floor
Through the floor
Through the floor
No matter where I go
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
That's the buzz
Feeling fragile as a cobweb
Sinking faster than a stone
Beneath the weight of every word
A chill that burns me to the bone
Until the fever breaks
And I'm back in from the cold
I'll hear whispers in my heart
And feel the distance in my soul
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
ONOMATOPOEIA
2006-09-08 09:57:19
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answer #2
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answered by Anonymous
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WHAT????? Dude, that's like the tower on the radio with an airliner:
Tower: Pilot, what's your location, you have left our screen, over.
Pilot: Tower, I am right here, over.
2006-09-08 09:52:07
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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