Chatterbox: Down to Earth

Song Quote Game! 

I am bringing this back from the depths of the Chatterbox! I remember a thread like this, but it disappeared and was never seen again . . . 

Anyhow, I have no idea who created this, but yay for them! 

The rules are simple:

Someone posts a song lyric, and someone else will post the song’s title (not artist)

Also, if you feel like a name in the song will give it away, you can put dashes for the number of letters. 


  • No Googling lyrics
  • Wait for the last person’s post to show up before you post
  • No explicit lyrics or song titles
  • Have fun! 
I’ll post the first one, it should be pretty easy for some of you CBers. . .  
“ If you won’t stand for nothing, ---- , what’ll you fall for?” 


submitted by September
(June 13, 2016 - 11:16 pm)


*end capital letters* Ok, on with the song lyrics: 

"Oooh who are you?" "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "Oooh who is this kid what's he gonna do?"

Continue the song 

submitted by The Riddler
(June 14, 2016 - 9:38 am)

@The Riddler,

I'm pretty sure that's the end of the song. . . 


submitted by September
(June 14, 2016 - 6:14 pm)

Yes, it is, but it's supposed to turn into "my shot" like it's one song.

submitted by The Riddler
(June 15, 2016 - 5:24 pm)

"My Shot" from Hamilton!

I am not throwing away my shot,

I am not throwin away my shot,

Hey, yo, I'm just like my country, I'm young scrappy and hungry,

And I am not throwing away my shot.

I'm'a get a scholarship to King's College!

I probably shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish,

The problem is I got a lotta brains but no polish,

I got a holler just to be heard, with every word I drop knowledge.

I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal,

Tryin' to reach my goal,

My power of speech: Unimpeachable!

Only nineteen, but my mind is older,

These New York City gettin' colder, I shoulder

Ev'ry burden ev'ry disadvantage I've learned to manage,

I don't have a gun to brandish,

I walk these streets famished!


And I'll stop now before I get too carryed away.

So, next lyrics:

"Sometimes when you dream, your dreams come true,

In extraordinary ways,

Suddenly a day can be so amazing..." 

submitted by OtR
(June 14, 2016 - 6:27 pm)

Well I don't know the second song, so I'll continue my shot...

The plan is to fan this spark into a flame

But dang it's getting dark so let me spell out my name

I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently

Meanwhile Britian keeps spittin' on us endlessly

Essentially, they tax us relentlessly

Then King George turns around runs a spendin' spree

He ain't never gonna set his descendants free

So there will be a revolution in the century

Enter me! ("He says in parenthesis")

Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me

I will lay down my life if it sets us free

Eventually you'll see my ascendency!

... And onwards to the chorus 


Lyrics from Hamilton

submitted by The Riddler
(June 15, 2016 - 5:21 pm)

I am not throwin away my hot

I am not throwin away my shot

yo I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy, and hungry and

I'm not throwin away my shot


submitted by S.E.
(June 16, 2016 - 5:51 am)


I dream of life without the monarchy,

The unrest in France will lead to 'onarchy.'

'Onarchy', how you say, how you say, 'anarchy?' 

When I fight I make the other side panicky

With my shot!

Hercules Mulligan:

Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice,

And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis,

I'm joinin the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance

To socially advance insteaad of sewin' some pants,

It's time to take a shot!

John Laurens:

And, yo, we'll never be truly free,

Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me,

You and I, do or die, wait till I sally in

On a stallion with the first black battallion,

Have another shot!

(Someone continue with Burr!) 

submitted by OtR
(June 16, 2016 - 2:54 pm)

Know this song by heart! 


Geniuses, lower your voices

You keep out of trouble and you double your choices

I'm with you, but the situation is fraught

You got to be carefully taught if you talk you're gonna get



Burr, check what we got

Mr. Lafayette hard rock like Lancelot 


Laurens I like you a lot

Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin the pot

What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot

Poppin a squad 'o conventional wisdom like it or not...


submitted by Owlgirl
(June 17, 2016 - 5:37 pm)

A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

. . . 

submitted by September
(June 27, 2016 - 4:01 pm)