They’re all first lines, or first two. Name the song and (at least one) artist for fun and no profit. Not responsible for minor lyrical errors or pasting one of these twice. I still wet my bed. Cheese is made from milk.
Edit: Edited with successes so far
Dark alley, black star, four turkeys in a big black car
Brian Eno, “King’s Lead Hat”
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall / In the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
LL Cool J, “I Need Love”
Shattered dreams, worthless years / Here am I encased inside a hollow shell.
Stevie Wonder, I believe when I fall in love with you
Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon
I once had a life, or rather life had me.
Funkadelic, “Can you get to that”
It’s that summer of the evening, get ready and roll the cassette
Billy Bragg, “Lovers Town Revisited”
Who’s that woman on your arm, all dressed up to do you harm?
Tired of all this crawling around / realising the joke was on us
Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears while we all sup sorrow with the poor.
Baby was a black sheep, baby was a whore, baby got big and baby gets bigger
Patti Smith, “Rock ‘n’ Roll Nigger”
9 to 5 and 5 to 9 / ain’t gonna take it, it’s our time
Ramones, “Airwaves”
Small town, bright lights, Saturday night; pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights
there’s a girl in my yard reading to me Tarot cards
What was sent to the soldier’s wife from the ancient city of Prague? From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes.
Brecht/Weill, “Ballad of the Nazi Soldier’s Wife”
Have you ever had to ride in a light blue car?
Well I’m loaded and ready, calmly holding steady, looking for a sign to show me when.
Deep in the south of Texas, not so long ago
Laocoon and his two sons.
Lacy things the wife is missin’ / didn’t ask for her permission
No blind spots in the leopard’s eyes / can only help to jeopardize the lives of lambs, the shepherd cries
Wire, “Outdoor Miner”
We got the message, I heard it on the airwaves. The politicians are now DJ’s.
Re-Flex, “The Politics of Dancing”
Excuse me madam, you are standing in a non parking zone. If you don’t move that body I’ll be forced to give you a ticket.
Midnight Starr, “No Parking on the Dance Floor”
She gave me the queen, she gave me the king.
I hope it doesn’t show, it’ll go ‘way / It’s just a passing phrase, it’ll go ‘way
Sparks, “Angst in my Pants”
Be My Blog 
I seen “Airwaves” by the Ramones, “The Politics of Dancing” by I-forget-who, and “Aingst in my Pants” by teh Sparks
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I need love! I have big plans to cover that song.
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Have you heard Luka Bloom’s version? It’s awesome:
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I only got Billy Bragg’s Lovers’ Town and, uh, LL Cool J’s I Need Love
Plus the aforemnentioned Politics of Dancing by…Reflex?
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All I’ve got is Brecht/Weill’s “Ballad of the Soldier’s Wife.”
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I got Stevie Wonder / I Believe (When I Fall in Love It Will Be Forever).
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someone alreay got the sparkses, but i see a wire too. outdoor miner. could be the album version or the radio edit. and only brian eno would let a turkey drive.
and oh, THERE’S NO PARKING ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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the clean room, a houseguest’s wish
i see lined up by shriekback.
and john prine, although i can’t place the song.
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Can you get to that?
Ha, read your post while actually listening to the FUNKADELIC song
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Damned few hits
Tired of all this crawling around / realising the joke was on us
— Shriekback, “All Lined Up” (a favourite of mine)
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I know “The Ballad of the Nazi Soldier’s Wife,” but only because you gave it to me. The only one I can identify on my own is “Rock N Roll Nigger” by Patti Smith.
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Can’t believe no one got “King’s Lead Hat” by Eno. Just jumping in– got to go back to work.
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a/c d/c : The Jack
REM : Laughing
More maybe to come. =)
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Supping with Mr. Stephen Foster.
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Who’s that woman on your arm, all dressed up to do you harm?
Rolling Stones “Let It Loose” (from Exile on Main Street)
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“Small town, bright lights, Saturday night; pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights”
John Prine. Too lazy to look up the song title.
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Donald and Lydia
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