User:Ohnoitsjamie/Long song titles
This is a list of songs with titles of twenty (20) or more words, sorted by the number of words. Ties are sorted by characters. It does not include medleys.
List of songs with titles of twenty or more words
[edit]| Words | Characters | Title | Artist | Album | |
| 118 | 641 | I will not deny, though my memory is uncertain and indistinct, that this witness of yours may have seen us together as he says, on the Gainesville pike walking towards Big Cyprus Swamp, at half past eleven on that awful night. That we bore electric lanterns, spades, and a curious coil of wire with attached instruments, I will even affirm. For these things all played a part in the single hideous scene which remains burned into my shaken recollection. But of what followed, and of the reason I was found alone and dazed on the edge of the swamp next morning I must insist that I know nothing save what I have told you over and over again. | Matmos/Sagan | Work, Work, Work: Live At The Yerba Bueno Center For The Arts | |
| 95 | 380 | Regretting What I Said to You When You Called Me at 11:00 on Friday Morning to Tell Me That 1:00 Friday Afternoon You Were Gonna Leave Your Office, Go Downstairs, Hail a Cab, to Go Out to the Airport, to Catch a Plane, to Go Skiing in the Alps for Two Weeks. Not That I Wanted to Go with You; I Wasn't Able to Leave Town, I'm Not a Very Good Skiier, I Couldn't Expect You to Pay My Way, But After Going Out with You for Three Years, I Don't Like Surprises. (A Musical Apology) | Christine Lavin | Future Fossils | |
| 53 | 234 | The Black Hawk War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Civilization and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience but You're Going to Have to Leave Now, or, I Have Fought the Big Knives and Will Continue to Fight Them until They Are off Our Lands! | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois | |
| 52 | 286 | Hitler, Being Punished for Obvious Reasons, is Forced to Spend Eternity Plagued by an Intense Unrelenting Physical and Emotional Fatigue That is Further Compounded by an Innumerable Multitude of Obnoxious Grandchildren Who are Constantly Present and Who Irritate Him to Such an Extreme That Not the Slightest Degree of Rest is Attainable | Of Montreal | A Celebration of H. Hare | |
| 52 | 241 | The Sad But True Story of Ray Mingus, the Lumberjack of Bulk Rock City, and His Never Slacking Strive to Exploit the So Far Undiscovered Areas of the Intention to Bodily From the Opposite Species of His Kind, During Intake of All the Mental Conditions that Could be Derived From Fermentation | Rednex | Sex & Violins | |
| 45 | 257 | What Is the Light? (An untested theory hypothesis suggesting that the chemical [in our brains] by which we are able to experience the sensation of being in love is the same chemical that caused the "Big Bang" that was the birth of the accelerating universe) | The Flaming Lips | The Soft Bulletin | |
| 44 | 210 | And by our own hand did every last bird lie silent in their puddles, the air barren of song as the clouds drifted away. For killing their greatest enemy, the locusts noisily thanked us and turned their jaws toward our crops, swallowing our greed whole. | Red Sparowes | Every Red Heart Shines Toward The Red Sun | |
| 43 | 174 | We Were Stoned When We Thought Up The Title Of This And We Didn't Want To Give It A Name That We Had To Explain As 'Oh Yeah We Were Stoned When We Thought Of It' So We're Just Calling It Improvisational Jam 11-02-01 | !!! | Brain In The Wire | |
| 42 | 235 | Post Rock Harsh Electronic DSP Modeled Hyper Edited No Beat Analog Loop Based Guitar Noodle LFO Madness Vocal Freak-Out Lo-Fi Brooding Dark Apolcalyptic Free Jazz Evil Old School Industrial Neo Minimalist Crust No Overdub Live Punk Cassette Tape Soundtrack for Your Generation | Sickness | Fuck Your Punk Rock | |
| 41 | 234 | (Repeat/Return) or When The Seventh Angel Sounded His Trumpet, And There Were Loud Voices In Heaven, Which Said: "The Kingdom of The World Has Become The Kingdom of Our Lord And of His Christ, And He Will Reign Foreverandever" Etc... | David Crowder*Band | A Collision, or ( 3 + 4 = 7) | |
| 41 | 179 | We fell so far from the tree that we may actually now inhabit a completely different field. Unfortunately, there is no way of ever knowing if we'll be able to take root and grow here - everyone is too busy getting drunk. | Unusual Suspect | Memory Loss | |
| 38 | 175 | Sir B. McKenzies Daughter's Lament for the 77th Mounted Lancers Retreat from the Straits of Loch Knombe, in the Year of Our Lord 1727, on the Occasion of the Announcement of Her Marriage to the Laird of Kinleakie | Fairport Convention | Full House | |
| 38 | 172 | Someday, in the Event That Mankind Figures out What It Is That This World Revolves Around, Thousands of People Are Going to Be Shocked and Perplexed to Find Out That It Was Not Them. Sometimes This Includes Me | The Chariot | Everything Is Alive, Everything Is Breathing, Nothing Is Dead, and Nothing Is Bleeding | |
| 36 | 154 | First Chance I Get I Am Licensing This Track To a Car Commercial or Video Game, So Fuck You and Your No Sell Out, Anti-establishment Posturing, or Some Such in Your Face Remark of That Sort | Stunt Rock | This Is Stunt Rock Volume Three | |
| 34 | 153 | Dramatic Pause Of Silence To Signify The End Of The Album And Beginning Of Additional Songs Included On The CD To Make People Feel Better About Buying The CD Instead Of The Vinyl Version | Kid 606 | Who Still Kill Sound?
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| 34 | 128 | Some People Know All Too Well How Bad Liquorice, Or Any Candy For That Matter, Can Taste When Having Laid Out In The Sun Too Long - And I Think I Just Ate Too Much | The Hives | Oh Lord! When? How? | |
| 33 | 120 | You Got To Get Through What You've Got To Go Through To Get What You Want, But You Got to Know What You Want To Get Through What You Got To Go Through | The Wildhearts | Coupled With | |
| 32 | 148 | The Man Tries Running His Usual Game but Sweetback's Jones Is So Strong He Wastes the Hounds (Yeah! Yeah! and Besides That He Will Be Comin' Back Takin' Names and Collecting Dues) | Melvin Van Peebles and Earth, Wind and Fire | Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song | |
| 30 | 146 | The Dark Liege of Chaos is unleashed at the Ensorcelled Shrine of A'Zura Kai (The Splendour of a Thousand Swords gleaming beneath the Blazon of the Hyperborean Empire Part II) | Bal-Sagoth | Battle Magic | |
| 29 | 165 | Upon Settling on the Frozen Island, Lecithin Presents Claude and Coquelicot with his Animal Creations for Them to Approve or Reject (The Rejected Inventions Walk Towards the Reverse Magnetizer) | Of Montreal | Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse | |
| 29 | 132 | I Meet Two Underage Italian Girls Who I Try to Convince to Fuck Each Other While I Jack Off on Them. I End Up Buying Them Ice Cream Instead. | I Got Shot in the Face | How Am I Not Myself | |
| 29 | 118 | As that blazing sun shone down upon us, we knew that the true enemy was the voice of blind idolatry; and only then did we begin to think for ourselves | Red Sparowes | Every Red Heart Shines Toward The Red Sun | |
| 28 | 141 | To the Workers of the Rockford River Valley Region, I Have an Idea Concerning Your Predicament, and It Involves Shoe String, a Lavender Garland, and Twelve Strong Women | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois | |
| 28 | 141 | To The Workers Of The Rock River Valley Region, I Have An Idea Concerning Your Predicament, And It Involves Tube Socks, A Paper Airplane, And Twenty-Two Able-Bodied Men | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois (vinyl edition) | |
| 27 | 135 | Hostage Life Are Fucking Alive And Well or Paul Miller's Armada Featuring Eric Gaudet or Hostage Life Are Fucking (Un)Dead or Hostage Life Are Fucking (The) Dead | Hostage Life | Walking Papers | |
| 28 | 115 | You Can Make Me Dance Sing Or Anything (Even Take The Dog For A Walk, Mend A Fuse, Fold Away The Ironing Board, Or Any Other Domestic Shortcomings) | The Faces/Rod Stewart | single | |
| 27 | 123 | But When the Little Fellow Came Close and Put Both Arms around His Mother, and Kissed Her in an Appealing Boyish Fashion, She Was Moved to Tenderness | I Can Make a Mess Like Nobody's Business | I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody's Business | |
| 27 | 108 | The Political Structure is Not What It Seems in This So Called Lucid View That Man Has on Today's Society. What the Eye Sees is a Lie. | Nasum | Grind Finale | |
| 26 | 148 | Suddenly Everything Has Changed (Moments Of Routine and Boredom That Cause You to Daydream Or Reflect On the Nature Of Reality Sometimes With Maddeningly Melancholy Results) | The Flaming Lips | The Soft Bulletin | |
| 26 | 127 | I'm a Cranky Old Yank in a Clanky Old Tank on the Streets of Yokohama with my Honolulu Mama Doin’ Those Beat-o, Beat-o Flat-on-My-Seat-o, Hirohito Blues | Hoagy Carmichael | -- | |
| 26 | 122 | With The Glory Of The Darkest Winds, This Voice Was Thunder And The Words Holy, Tangling Their Way Around Our Hearts And Clutching Out Innocent Awe | Red Sparowes | Every Red Heart Shines Toward The Red Sun | |
| 26 | 98 | An Address That Was to Skip Ahead of the Gallop of Its Own Sperm and Eggs and Wait for Itself in the Future: Letter to 2096 | Storm & Stress | Under Thunder & Fluorescent Light | |
| 25 | 140 | Behold The Kindred Battle Carcasses Strewn Across The Bloodied Dunes Of Gilgamesh Mute In The Frenzied Clamour Of Death's Rolling Tongue And Ravenous Bursting Steel | Meads of Asphodel | Damascus Steel | |
| 25 | 123 | On Graven Images I Glide Beyond the Monstrous Gates of Pandemonium to Face the Baptized Warriors of Yahweh in the Skull Littered Plain of Esdraelon | Meads of Asphodel | Exhuming the Grave of Yeshua | |
| 25 | 116 | The Son Of A Disgruntled X-Postal Worker Reflects On His Life While Getting Stoned In The Parking Lot Of A Winn Dixie Listening To Metallica | Alice Donut | The Untidy Suicides Of Your Degenerate Children | |
| 25 | 112 | We Stood Transfixed In Blank Devotion As Out Leader Spoke To Us, Looking Down Upon Our Mute Faces With A Great, Raging, And Unseeing Eye | Red Sparowes | Every Red Heart Shines Toward The Red Sun | |
| 25 | 107 | Dustin Hoffman's Wife Makes a Sarcastic Remark, Cuts the Head off of a Duck, Places It Where the Tub Was and Begins to Groan (Growl) | Of Montreal | The Early Four Track Recordings | |
| 25 | 107 | Riffs and Variations on a Single Note for Jelly Roll, Earl Hines, Louis Armstrong, Baby Dodds, and the King of Swing, to Name a Few | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois | |
| 25 | 96 | She Was Waitin' for Her Mother at the Station in Torino and You Know I Love You Baby But It's Getting Too Heavy to Laugh | Shawn Phillips | Second Contribution | |
| 24 | 118 | Self Inflicted Concussions… (Suffered as a Result of Anguish During the Course of the Search for the Airplane Girl… or Someone Just Like Her) | Manorexia | The Radiolarian Ooze | |
| 24 | 88 | I Rooted a Girl Who Rooted a Guy Who Rooted a Girl Who Rooted a Guy Who Rooted a Girl Who Rooted Shane Crawford | TISM | The White Albun | |
| 23 | 205 | Multi-Variational Stimuli of Sub-Turgid Foci Covering Cross Evaluative Techniques for Cognitive Analysis of Hypersignificant Graph Peaks Following Those Intersubjective Modules Having Biodegradable Seepage | Man or Astro-man? | A Spectrum Of Infinite Scale | |
| 23 | 107 | Dustin Hoffman's Tongue Taken to a Police Lab Where It Is Used as Toilet Paper and Reading Material While on the Toilet (Naughty) | Of Montreal | The Early Four Track Recordings | |
| 23 | 104 | The Tortoise Recalling the Drone of the Holy Numbers as they were Revealed in the Dreams of the Whirlwind and the Obsidian Gong | Theater of Eternal Music | The Tortoise, His Dreams and Journeys | |
| 23 | 102 | The Roles We Play, A Dead-Ended Game. We Have To Change. Create And Rearrange. The Roles We Play They Are a Dead-Ended Game. | The Cranium | A New Music For a New Kitchen | |
| 23 | 84 | How To Die With A Smile i) Determine Whether Or Not You Wish To Depart ii) Set Date iii) Find An Exit Body | Hostage Life | Walking Papers | |
| 22 | 114 | Hostage Life's Legally Distinct Cola Commercial or You're Stupid And You're Gross But If You Drink This Someone Might Actually Love You | Hostage Life | Walking Papers | |
| 22 | 110 | The Planet that Once Used to Absorb Flesh in Order to Achieve Divinity and Immortality (Suffocated to the Flesh that it Desired...) | Demilich | Nespithe | |
| 22 | 118 | If I Could Move Mountains (I) Majesty And Awe (II) Collapse Into Understanding (III) Gathered Hearts Rise And Sing At The First Breath of Dawn | The Ascent of Everest | How Lonely Sits The City | |
| 22 | 105 | Gazing at the Blasphemous Moon While Perched Atop a Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Forsaken Slope of the Northern Mountain | Impaled Northern Moonforest | -- | |
| 21 | 125 | Going Foetal- I dreamt I started an international dance craze based on my anxieties wherein girls scream when Tom Waits cries | the Eels | Blinking Lights and Other Revelations | -- |
| 21 | 116 | De Cercle en Cercle, Ressasser et Se Perdre dans L'illusion Née de la Production de Distractions et Multiplier la Statique Environnante! | Fly Pan Am | -- | |
| 21 | 115 | Talking to the Doctor After Pressing the Elevator Button that Grew On Your Forehead Overnight, Causing Your Legs to Grow Uncontrollably | Fishboy | -- | |
| 21 | 81 | If My Heart Ever Ran Away It Would Be Looking For The Day When Right Beside You It Could Forever Stay | Kid 606 | The Soccergirl EP | |
| 21 | 76 | The Truth Of The Matter Is I Am Satan And On The Guitars We Have The Devils. This Is Devil Music | Love Like... Electrocution | -- | |
| 21 | 71 | How Could You Believe Me When I Said I Loved You When You Know I've Been A Liar All My Life | {Popular Barbershop Song} | Recorded by Keepsake | |
| 20 | 112 | The Glorious Liberation of the People's Technocratic Republic of Vinnland by the Combined Forces of the United Territories of Europa | Type O Negative | October Rust | |
| 20 | 105 | And lo, when the Imperium marches against Gul-Kothoth, then dark sorceries shall enshroud the Citadel of the Obsidian Crown | Bal-Sagoth | Starfire Burning Upon the Ice-Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule | |
| 20 | 99 | A Conjunction of Drones Simulating the Way in Which Sufjan Stevens Has an Existential Crisis in the Great Godfrey Maze | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois | |
| 20 | 94 | This Song Was Written By Committee or We Simply Feed These Figures Into The Meloditron And, Voila, An Instant Hit | Hostage Life | Walking Papers | |
| 20 | 94 | Come Sing Me a Happy Song to Prove We Can All Get Along the Lumpy, Bumpy, Long and Dusty Road | Bert Jansch | Birthday Blues | |
| 20 | 73 | Out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I Shake the Dirt from My Sandals as I Run | Sufjan Stevens | Illinois | |
| 20 | 73 | There Are a Million Reasons for Why This May Not Work… and Just One Good One for Why It Will | Moneen | The Red Tree | |
| 20 | 70 | Long I Feared That My Sins Would Return to Visit Me, and the Cost is More Than I Can Bear | Deinonychus | Insomnia | |
| 20 | 69 | If I Had A Pound For Every Stale Song Title I'd Be £30 Short Of Getting Out Of This Mess | Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly | Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager |