A few more answers...

A couple weeks back, Rockmocker Central Command asked readers to contribute their own answers to the lyrical questions posed by classic rockers. Submissions have fairly streamed in. Below, a few of our favorites thus far. (Have some answers of your own? Send 'em in and we'll continue this thread in a future post.) 


Two answers for Chicago... (submitted by D.C.)
1. Yes. Not just anybody, but with modern technology, I'm pretty sure that almost everybody really knows what time it is.
2. 25. It's just a guess, but I know what that number is. If 6 to 4 is supposed to be 6 'til 4, then that is one of my least favorite times of the day, because I usually start to get really groggy around 4.

Three answers for the Eagles...(submitted by D.R.)
1. I don't see anything particularly nonsensical about riding fences. Somebody's got to do it, and I got my reasons, as you know.
2. My feet do occasionally get cold in the winter time, yes. Life in the Midwest, what are you gonna do? My trick knee hurts when it rains, too.
3. No, I don't think it's especially funny how the feeling goes away. I find it a little alarming in fact and will seek medical attention if it happens.
(Desperado lyrics here.)
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Thanks D.C. and D.R.! Your Junior Rockmocker badges are in the mail!
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That's it for 2009. Tune in next week for further adventures in mockery and rockery.
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A question for Messrs. Frey and Henley...

Roughly how many debutantes are there in Houston, baby?


The Long Run lyrics here.
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So many questions for America...

So, you've spent nine days in the desert, trit-trotting along on your horse, observing the flora, "looking at all the life," as you say. Nine days--and this is your account of what you saw there:

“plants and birds and rocks and things….”

“Things?” Really? Are you three years old?

I guess that kind of descriptive narration should be expected of a guy who can't even think of a name for his goddamn horse.

Also, "the heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full of sound."

Full of sound? Was the sound coming from those "things"?

When the Eagles were in the desert, they could discern the warm smell of colitas rising up through the air (whatever the hell that is)--from a moving car! From you we get, "the air was full of sound."