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Post by Nonfatman on Jan 1, 2010 20:59:13 GMT -5
What bird figuratively plays a percussion instrument whilst flying?
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Post by tootull on Feb 4, 2010 10:37:49 GMT -5
It's been a long time --
still shaking my wings.
Well I'm a glad bird
I got changes to ring.
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Post by Nonfatman on Feb 4, 2010 10:48:31 GMT -5
It's been a long time -- still shaking my wings. Well I'm a glad bird I got changes to ring. That's a very nice try, John, and maybe an example of a quiz where there are two answers that seem to fit, however I do try to make these as precise as possible. Your answer refers to a figurative "glad bird", but what I am looking for is an actual bird that is figuratively playing a percussion instrument. Also, in the song I have chosen for this quiz, the percussion instrument is specifically named, and it is a common one. Keep trying, I know you'll get it.  Jeff |
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Post by tootull on Feb 4, 2010 11:20:01 GMT -5
Damn Now my brain hurts.  |
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Post by Nonfatman on Feb 4, 2010 12:58:17 GMT -5
Damn Now my brain hurts. But at least it's not frozen over! Jeff P.S. That was a rather cryptic hint. |
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Post by Dan on Feb 4, 2010 20:41:10 GMT -5
I seem to find myself stumbling around until I happened upon some snowshoes left behind by some forgotten sole (soul?) in the Tundra.
Like some hungry buzzard flier -circling, round and round , rattling death's tambourine.
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Post by Nonfatman on Feb 5, 2010 12:23:37 GMT -5
I seem to find myself stumbling around until I happened upon some snowshoes left behind by some forgotten sole (soul?) in the Tundra. Like some hungry buzzard flier -circling, round and round , rattling death's tambourine. Excellent work, Dan! So that leaves us with, perhaps, the most baffling one yet, Lyric Quiz #11, which is: Who would have to be folded, many times, to fit? No hints this time, other than to keep in mind that the answer is "a who", and it is a person, rather than an animal or mythological creature. Good Luck! Jeff |
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Post by TM on Feb 5, 2010 13:01:05 GMT -5
I seem to find myself stumbling around until I happened upon some snowshoes left behind by some forgotten sole (soul?) in the Tundra. Like some hungry buzzard flier -circling, round and round , rattling death's tambourine. You bastard.  Actually I should kick myself for not getting this one. |
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