Lyric Snippets 3

Let's see what the iPod has been pouring into my ears this morning.

The lyric snippets below are from the last five songs played this morning. Can you identify the songs?

1. It's the singer not the song, That makes the music move along, I want you to join together with the band, This is the biggest band you'll find, It's as deep as it is wide, Come on and join together with the band

2. The eagle flies on friday, Saturday I go out to play. Sunday I go to church, Gonna kneel down and pray.

3. "I gotta rush away," she said, "I been to Boston before. and anyway this change I been feeling doesn't make the rain fall"

4. my heart is not clean, your table is green, to collect bright things, the harvest of every men, is in the can.

5. You know after you have done all you could do and you can't take no more, then you go downtown, you get your big baseball bat and you come back onthe scene where they both are still together, and then you just go and kick down the door. Now as you kick down the door you just start beating the hell out of everybody that you can see, everybody that comes through the door, and just as you make up your mind that you're gonna try to forgive her, then out comes another one of your friends, and that really blows your mind. So you go and think about it, you say to yourself, baby, I realize I've done wrong but please forgive me. And with a smirky smile on her face then she look up at you and she say. ..

Answers in the comments please, and no Googling!

The full list of answers will be posted later.

The answers to Lyric Snippets 2 are now in the comments for that post.

Great Plate

The other night, driving home, I was passed by a car bearing this number plate.

Surely this plate would attract bids of huge sums of money from the citizens of Dundee, Greenock, Clydebank, Airdrie or {insert favourite soap dodging location here}?

Does It Chook!

Started reading Christopher Brookmyre's Etched In Blood And Hard Black Pencil which combines a modern day murder with the main protagonist's memories of school. The following passage fleetingly drew back the mists of time for me.

'We're gettin split up,' announces Joanne. 'The brainy wans are goin in wi the Primary Fours an the rest are gettin took tae the Church Hall.'

This gives Martin a moment's discomfort as he considers how little he fancies the idea of being thrown in - physically or academically - with the bigger ones currently lining up alongside. Then he remembers that it's Joanne who is saying it.

'Are we chook,' says Colin, voicing Martin's thoughts for him.

Chook is the latest word to come into regular usage, exclusively to express disbelief. Is it chook, did ye chook, will I chook. He doesn't know what the word itself means or its derivation; and nor, he is sure, does anyone else. Martin has no problem comprehending the playground's neologisms, but is frustrated by how they can be unheard of one week and then common coinage to all but him the next. He suspects it must be because lots of the other boys play together away from school. Most of them live in the Braeview scheme, in the council houses where Martin's grandparents stay. Martin lives in the new houses up the hill towards the Carnock Brae.

I remember the word 'chook' suddenly coming into use at my secondary school, I can't recall where it came from, just that for a while it became part of the common language at school.

This and other phrases such as 'To the side...' and 'Don't mess with the best or you'll end up like the rest' just seemed to appear out of the ether.

Brookmyre always provides an entertaining read. His recollection of the details of everyday life in Scotland, his colourful use of language, and his completely over the top plot lines combined with biting satire make every book a must read.

Anyone who can write a novel featuring a bank robbery carried out by five people dressed up as Zal Cleminson to the soundtrack of Faith Healer by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band deserves a medal. It's almost enough to make you forgive him for supporting St Mirren...

Does anyone recall any other strange words or phrases from their schooldays?

Link : Christopher Brookmyre's site

Don't You Like Me Baby?

Do you ever get the feeling that sometimes the world is trying to tell you something?

This blogger in the US recently booked a flight with Southwest airlines and received this confirmation/booking code.

Nasty...

Axe Attack

Another great quiz over at Mental Floss.

In this one you have to match up the guitar with the guitarist.

Link : A Few Strings Attached

The Name Game

According to the BBC, Celtic are interested in signing Rod Fanni from Nice.

You would have thought they would have learned a valuable lesson after the Rafael Scheidt fiasco...

Lyric Snippets 2

As per the previous post on this subject the following snippets of lyrics are from the last five songs played on my iPod this morning.

Can you identify the songs?

I think that this lot will prove to be a bit of a test.

1. You look so self possessed, I won't disturb your rest, It's lovely when you're sleeping, but wide awake is best
2. I gotta great idea, I'm gonna wait right here, while everything is adding up
3. Are we too far gone, Are we so irresponsible, have we lost our balls, or do we just not care
4. When me and a bunch of cowboys, rode into Jesse James, well the bullets were a flying, just like a shower of rain
5. And you find out life isn't like that, its so hard to understand, why the world is your oyster, but your future's a clam

Answers in the comments please, and no Googling!

The full list of answers will be posted later.

And Finally....The Proof

Taken from "The Local - Sweden's News In English"

Man gets sick benefits for heavy metal addiction
Published: 19th June 2007 15:12 CET Online: http://www.thelocal.se/7650/

A Swedish heavy metal fan has had his musical preferences officially classified as a disability. The results of a psychological analysis enable the metal lover to supplement his income with state benefits.

Roger Tullgren, 42, from Hässleholm in southern Sweden has just started working part time as a dishwasher at a local restaurant.

Because heavy metal dominates so many aspects of his life, the Employment Service has agreed to pay part of Tullgren's salary. His new boss meanwhile has given him a special dispensation to play loud music at work.

"I have been trying for ten years to get this classified as a handicap," Tullgren told The Local.

"I spoke to three psychologists and they finally agreed that I needed this to avoid being discriminated against."

Roger Tullgren first developed an interest in heavy metal when his older brother came home with a Black Sabbath album in 1971.

Since then little else has mattered for the 42-year-old, who has long black hair, a collection of tattoos and wears skull and crossbones jewelry.

The ageing rocker claims to have attended almost three hundred shows last year, often skipping work in the process.

Eventually his last employer tired of his absences and Tullgren was left jobless and reliant on welfare handouts.

But his sessions with the occupational psychologists led to a solution of sorts: Tullgren signed a piece of paper on which his heavy metal lifestyle was classified as a disability, an assessment that entitles him to a wage supplement from the job centre.

"I signed a form saying: 'Roger feels compelled to show his heavy metal style. This puts him in a difficult situation on the labour market. Therefore he needs extra financial help'. So now I can turn up at a job interview dressed in my normal clothes and just hand the interviewers this piece of paper," he said.

The manager at his new workplace allows him to go to concerts as long as he makes up for lost time at a later point. He is also allowed to dress as he likes and listen to heavy metal while washing up.

"But not too loud when there are guests," he said.

The Local spoke to an occupational psychologist in Stockolm, who admitted to being baffled by the decision.

"I think it's extremely strange. Unless there is an underlying diagnosis it is absolutely unbelievable that the job centre would pay pay out.

"If somebody has a gambling addiction, we don't send them down to the racetrack. We try to cure the addiction, not encourage it," he said.

Henrietta Stein, deputy employment director for the Skåne region, is also puzzled by the move; "an interest in music" is not usually sufficient to qualify for wage benefits.

"Certain cases are confidential but in general there is always a medical reason that is well-documented," she said.

Tullgren currently plays bass and guitar in two rock bands and says that he tends to get a lot of positive reactions for daring to be himself.

"Some might say that I should grow up and learn to listen to other types of music but I can't. Heavy metal is my lifestyle," he said.

Got It Covered?

Had a request for assistance from Groanin' Jock who was stuck on an album cover quiz.

Whilst dredging the outer reaches of the interwebthingy looking for similar quizzes I came across this one and got hooked by it.

Go waste some of your precious time at Planet Rock Album Quiz.

p.s. If anyone knows of an album cover featuring "four giant men, each wearing a fez, driving along a road from the right of the picture to the left" I'm sure Jock would be pleased to hear from you...

Dub Side Of The Moon

Enjoying a couple of albums by the Easy Star All-Stars.

Dub Side Of The Moon is a version of the classic Pink Floyd opus but in a reggae style.

Radiodread provides the same treatment to OK Computer.

You can hear a couple of tracks on the bands MySpace page.

I like the vibe on these albums and think that they put a special twist on some old favourites.

I see that these guys are touring in the UK over the summer and are due to play in Aberdeen at the end of August. Think I might go and see them.

Poor Midge

First there was the disappointment of losing out in the final of Celebrity Masterchef.

Now there's me dredging this up from his past...

Single Track Scotland

Watched "How We Made Britain" on the Beeb last night with David Dimbleby. This week's programme focussed on Scotland and there were plenty of camera shots of our beautiful countryside and Dimbleby driving his Land Rover along a single track road.

The trouble was that everywhere he went, he travelled along a single track road. Up to the highlands - single track road; across to Aberdeen - single track road; down to Glasgow - single track road.

The apogee of this was towards the end of the programme when the focus switched from Glasgow to Edinburgh. Did the intrepid David take on the nightmare that is the M8, with its multiple lanes of traffic all travelling at around 5 mph? No. It was that bloody single track road again!

No wonder some of our less enlightened neighbours have a skewed view of Scotland! This kind of poetic license on behalf of the BBC does us no favours!

Swamp Soccer

Reading this article in today's Scotsman made me wonder what all the fuss was about.

Dumbarton fans will fondly remember this game being played on a regular basis at Boghead...

Swamp soccer makes the beautiful game dirtier than it has ever been

MARTYN MCLAUGHLIN (mmclaughlin@scotsman.com)

It is a burgeoning sport which may not cost participants much in the way of equipment, but threatens to bankrupt them with laundry and dry cleaning bills.

A Scottish football enthusiast is spearheading the international expansion of swamp soccer, a grimy offshoot of the beautiful game.

Played on boggy marshlands rather than pristine turf, the game has built up a cult following in Scotland, with the largest ever tournament due to begin tomorrow.

Leading the charge is Stewart Miller, formerly the co-owner of a traditional oatcakes company, but now a man determined to make swamp soccer a global brand.

The extreme sport was founded in northern Finland, where enterprising crosscountry skiers, at a loss during warmer months, found it provided an ideal means of training.

Taking a ball, a few enterprising Finns making up barely a dozen teams gathered in the town of Hyrynsalmi, 300 miles north of Helsinki, for the inaugural competition.

Since that day nine years ago, the game has spread continent-wide. Such is its popularity, that at the most recent world championships, almost 300 teams attended.

Mr Miller believes Scotland can now further swamp soccer's profile. The 44-year-old marketing and event management consultant from Argyll stepped down from his executive position at MacGregors Oatcakes last year, such is his excitement for swamp soccer's future. "I didn't have time to concentrate on both, and swamp soccer is far more exciting as an idea and a business."
A modest competition arranged last summer by Mr Miller in the seaside town of Dunoon was met with a warm, if slightly bewildered, response. The plans for tomorrow's competition, however, again being held in Dunoon, show proceedings have grown markedly in size.

Nearly 50 teams, many of them mixed-sex, will line up at the UK championship event. They will come from Britain and Ireland, as well as France, Germany, Belgium, Finland, Estonia, Australia, and New Zealand.

The game is played in marshes up to 16ft in depth; under such conditions the calf muscles tire easily. Yet players must continue to move - as the alternative, after all, is to sink into the bog.
The rules of the game also decree some curious missives. The penalty area must consist of a bog 16 feet deep, while players are prohibited from changing their shoes during the game.

Rain is forecast for Argyll this weekend, but should the Met Office be wrong and the weather be pleasant, Mr Miller intends to soak the pitches so that they become suitably marshy. The team names are unsurprisingly well suited to the conditions, with sides including Cowdungbeath and Mudcabi Haifa.

"The event has more than doubled in size from last year and it's taking off faster than I ever imagined. Most people play on pitches that are muddy and cut up, so this is a natural progression," Mr Miller said. "The next step is to push the sport around the world, and Australia is next on the horizon."

THE RULES FOR STICK-IN-THE-MUDS
• Teams comprise a goalkeeper and five outfield players, with a maximum squad of 12.
• The penalty area must consist of a bog 16 feet deep.
• Corner kicks, penalties, and throw-ins are taken by drop kick.
• Players are not allowed to change their shoes during the game.
• A match consists of two halves, 12 minutes long.
• There is no offside rule.
• Unlimited substitutions are permitted.
• All free-kicks are indirect.
• Fancy dress is allowed, although team members must wear the same colour of tops.
• The playing area is slightly larger than the size of a five-a-side football pitch.
• There are three types of team, each having its own league: all male; all female; and mixed.

Common Sense R.I.P.

Got this in my inbox this morning. Can't help but agree with the sentiments behind it.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

Mmmmm Tasty!

Tired of the way that the actual foods served up in fast food joints failed to match up to the lovely pictures on the menu boards, the folks at The West Virginia Surf Report decided to document the advert versus the reality.



Link : Fast Food: Ads vs. Reality (Probably best not viewed when hungry...)

Be Careful With That Axe...

A nice harmless bit of fun over at Mental Floss.

See if you can match the guitar solos to the album tracks.

(I am really annoyed that I got two wrong. Arrrggghhhh!)

Link : Guitar Solos Quiz

Right Stirling, Oot The Car!

Got this through on email this morning. It made me smile, so I thought I would share it with you.

Cat Cam

If, like me, you have ever owned a cat you will know that they are fascinating creatures who are prone to disappear for hours on end on little adventures.

What do they get up to when they are out of sight?

Over in Germany J. Perthold was pondering the same question and decided to create a Cat Cam to capture his cat Mr Lee's day. He modified a cheap digital camera so that it would automatically take a picture every few minutes and fixed it to the cat's collar in a protective housing.

The resulting photographic records of Mr Lee's trips are fascinating. A bit like "Life On Earth" but on a slightly smaller budget...

Link : Projekte CatCam

The Price Ain't Right

I have no idea what is going on in this clip from a crazy Japanese game show but it certainly isn't "The Price Is Right".



Embedded video changed to one that actually works!

No Direction, Period

Everyone knows that Bob Dylan has been, and continues to be, a prolific writer of some of the best songs that have ever been written.

This video demonstrates that Bob has been even more prolific than perhaps we realised and has in fact been responsible for almost every popular song written in the past 30 years...

A Step Too Far?

GPS devices are working their way into all aspects of life these days but I can't help but think that this Spanish company has taken a step too far.

From what I can make out from their website the system they sell uses satellite technology to enable football coaches to track the positions of individual players on the pitch, producing a map of the areas they have covered, distances travelled, and distances from preset points. You can even set alarm states for players failing to cover a predetermined distance during the game.

All the info can be viewed on a laptop or even a pda...

This kind of thing might, at a stretch, interest some of the more scientifically bent football managers such as Arsene Wenger but I can't see it doing much to float Sir Alex Ferguson's boat.

The device doesn't seem to be able to detect flair, vision or the eye for goal that makes truly great players great and I would hate to see what the printouts would look like for my team of under 9's.

I don't think I will be pestering the club chairman for funds to buy this one...

Link : Real Track Football

A True Pro

Can't embed this video clip so you are going to have to go to YouTube itself.

See what Richard Keyes of Sky Sports really thought of the Faroes v Scotland game when he failed to realise his rantings were still being broadcast.

Link : Richard Keyes Cock Up

Amazing Face(s)

Great clip of The Faces covering Macca's "Maybe I'm Amazed" from the days when Rod Stewart was just a great singer, rather than an ageing media darling, and the band looked like they were "having a good time, all the time".



As a side note, Ian 'Mac' McLagan's book "All The Rage" is a very entertaining read filled with stories about his time with the Small Faces, Faces, and the Rolling Stones.

Door To Door Atheists

From The Humour Archives.

Australian filmmaker John Safran is so fed up with mormons ringing his doorbell early in the morning that he flies to Salt Lake City, Utah and tries to convert Mormons to atheism. Needless to say, the locals were not pleased.

Link : Door To Door Atheists

Lyric Snippets Answers

Now revealed - see comments on original post.

The Who? Me? Bomb

Just read a brilliant story on the BBC site about various non lethal chemical weapons that formed part of a proposal seeking Pentagon funding submitted by the US Air Force Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio.

Amongst the planned weapons were:

• a "love bomb" with an aphrodisiac chemical designed to provoke widespread homosexual activity amongst enemy troops
• a chemical designed to cause severe and long lasting halitosis so that enemy forces would be unable to blend in with ordinary civilians (they obviously haven't had to work with anyone trying out the Atkins diet...)
• a "who?me?" device which sounds basically like a giant fart bomb

According to the Pentagon none of the systems described in the proposal have been developed .

Honestly, you couldn't make this stuff up!

Link : BBC News

Adolescent Outrage (If That's OK With You)

Its gala weekend in the sleepy little town that I call home.

We took a walk into town to see what was going on and found that one of the bands from the music school, that the wee fella goes for guitar lessons at, were playing in the square.

They were an all girl affair playing covers of Avril Lavigne songs etc, you get the picture. They were ok in a kind of teenage garage band way, mainly managing to start and stop the songs almost at the same time, and hey at least they were up there giving it a go rather than mouching around the streets looking miserable.

The best part was when the lead singer, obviously feeling either supported or pressured by the presence of her peers in the watching crowd, sang a lyric along the lines of "but we don't give a fuck". The effect of this outburst of teenage angst was somewhat diluted by the embarrassed expression that flitted across her face swiftly followed by the blood rushing to her bright red, burning cheeks...

Rock and Roll !

Until The Razor Cuts...

1 minute 42 seconds of pure punk poptasticness.

Yes its those loveable Buzzcocks with a singalong ode to love that takes a disturbing twist at the end.

The band are still recording and touring and I had the good fortune to see them live a couple of years ago - it was a brilliant chantalongabouncealongabuzzcocks evening.

HMS Dasher

Living as I once did on the banks of the River Clyde I am surprised that I never heard of this shocking wartime tragedy. Makes you wonder what else the government are hiding from us. I'm not in full David Icke, the Royal Family are all intergalactic lizards assuming human form mode, but there are undoubtedly things that have been squirreled away as being "not in the public interest".

This article was copied from today's edition of The Scotsman.

Echoes of the past as Clyde reveals casualty of war MoD tried to hide
STEPHEN McGINTY

THE grey waters of the Firth of Clyde were calm as HMS Echo inched along, its sonar system probing not just the depths, but a past shrouded in mystery. Just after 9:30 am on Wednesday morning, the Royal Navy's most sophisticated survey vessel, sat on top of a wreck whose fate was once denied, and whose many victims long forgotten.

In the side room, just off the bridge, a computer screen began to construct a 3-D image of what remains of HMS Dasher, a Royal Navy aircraft carrier which sank in a matter of minutes on 27 March 1943, with the loss of 379 crewmen, the largest loss of life outwith combat in Britain during the Second World War.

In the murky waters, at a depth of almost 500 feet, the rusting hull reflected the sonar pings, and drew a picture of itself, one that revealed the large hole in the hull through which an explosion had torn. As the Royal Navy's team of hydrographers and oceanographers calibrated their systems on the wreck, which revealed that the top of the sunken vessel sat at 124 metres, they remembered the hundreds of men for whom it remains a coffin.

As the vessel's executive officer, Ltd Commander Bruce Badrock explained: "You do think about what took place and those men who lie below."

The new sonar pictures of the wreck of the HMS Dasher, the most detailed ever taken, will be examined by experts and enthusiasts in an attempt to finally answer the question: what actually happened to the HMS Dasher?

Peter Rowlands, the producer of a documentary, The Tragedy of the HMS Dasher, yesterday said he welcomed the survey: "This could be the final piece of the jigsaw. The only previous sonar pictures of the ship were almost unrecognisable, it was just a blur, but today's technology is so much better."

The aircraft carrier was originally built for the US Navy but passed into service with the Royal Navy in July 1942. After a spell in the Mediterranean, she returned to the Clyde in March 1943. Although she set out for Russia, engine trouble forced her to turn back. As she sailed up the Firth of Clyde, a massive explosion tore through the middle of the vessel below the water line.
The explosion was so powerful that the aircraft lift, which weighed two tons, was blown sixty feet into the air. In just eight minutes the ship had sunk, drowning hundreds. Those blown into the water fared little better. As rescue boats set out from Ardrossan 75,000 gallons of fuel ignited, incinerating many of those in the water. Among all the bodies recovered just 23 were identifiable, 13 were buried in Ardrossan Cemetery, seven in Greenock, while three were returned to their families, as requested, for private burial.

Then there was the single body which was removed for a secret mission, to which we will come shortly.

The cause of the explosion has remained a matter of great debate. The official verdict was that petrol vapour had ignited, possibly by a carelessly discarded cigarette. Other theories included a plane crashing on landing and the accidental discharge of a torpedo by a passing submarine. The reason alternative theories began to abound was that the fate of the HMS Dasher was made a national secret.

The government was concerned at the public's reaction to the tragedy and also did not wish to alert the enemy. Newspapers were silenced, while survivors were sworn to secrecy. When Lionel Godfrey, a pilot who had been waiting to land on the Dasher and witnessed the sinking, later visited the Admiralty and repeated what had occurred to a Commander, he was informed that this was: "nonsense".

It was not until decades later that an alternative reason for such a cover-up emerged. Operation Mincemeat was a covert mission to trick the German High Command into believing that allied forces planned to invade Sardinia and the Balkans, while they actually had their eye on Sicily. To achieve this a corpse was dressed up as a fictitious major "William Martin", who was dumped into the sea off Spain with a briefcase containing "secret" invasion plans chained to his wrist. The plans were obtained by the Germans, who promptly redeployed thousands of men away from Sicily to strengthen Sardinia.

The ingenious plot later became a film, The Man Who Never Was. It was claimed for many years that the corpse was that of an alcoholic who died of consuming rat poison. Yet historians now believe that it was a crew member of HMS Dasher, John Melville. In October 2004 relatives of Mr Melville were invited to a memorial service in Cyprus where the Royal Navy finally paid tribute, as a spokesman said: "to the Man Who Never Was."

Yesterday John Steele, the author of The Secrets of HMS Dasher was anxiously awaiting his first glimpse of the new scans of the ship. Mr Steele, who lives in Ardrossan, has pieced together what he believes is the ship's fate, following the paper trail through bundles of declassified documents. He believes that the ship was sunk, not by a petrol-vapour explosion, but by a torpedo, accidentally launched by a passing submarine.

"I think there were two explosions, an external explosion, caused by the torpedo and an internal explosion. I think it was a cock-up, a case of friendly fire and that was the reason for the whole cover-up. I'm looking forward to examining the images."

In the map room of HMS Echo, Lieutenant Commander Adam Muckalt, the operations officer peered at a digital image of HMS Dasher. It is his role, and that of his team, to map the sea-floor, highlighting impediments and dangers for shipping and submarines on exercise. The nature of objects, be it rock formation or wreck, is almost inconsequential.

"We're not historians," he explained. "We don't get involved in interpreting what we find. We can see the gap in the hull in the middle, but I don't know what caused it. We're just happy to pass the information along."

Lyric Snippets

As I mentioned in a previous post, I listen to my iPod in the car on the way to work in the morning. The thing is almost always set on shuffle and it usually serves up an interesting smorgasbord of musical goodness.

The following snippets of lyrics are from the last five songs played this morning. Can you identify the songs? Some are ridiculously easy and some will prove more of a test.

Answers in the comments please, and no Googling!

1. She's so fine, She's all mine, she's got legs
2. Listening to you I get the music, gazing at you I get the heat
3. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everything I have in my hand
4. You know nothing about it, its not your domain, don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say
5. There's a warning sign on the road ahead, there's a lot of people saying we'd be better off dead

The full list of answers will be posted later.