guess the song..

I first heard you on my portable back in 1952
I lay awake with the sole purpose of tuning into you.
Even though I may have been young, it had no bearing on whether or not you came through

Someone else claimed credit to your abilities.
Things have changed, and things have been replaced.
and now I see the same issues that you see.

Inside of my soul and also inside of my vehicle, we can't go back to how things used to be.
A different form of media came and hurt your feelings, blame it all on the a new form of media.


This one should be super easy.

 

You're right, that was easy.

Video killed the radio star.

 

Alright, here's mine. Warning--it's country music.

A few hours before dawn, nobody's around.
The town appears deserted, as does the summer night sky
Precipitation resides on automotive glass; unpleasant weather is en route.
A man is returning from a forbidden location.
A brontide is audible
A brontide is audible

All bulbs are lit in a semi-distant residence
A woman moves aimlessly next to her communication device while wearing old, warm sleepwear
Requesting an unexplainable positive outcome, desiring her instincts to be incorrect
Asking God to make the unpleasant climate conditions the reason that her man has not returned home this evening.
A brontide is audible
A brontide is audible

 

well done PtldPladdderpus.

here is my next one. It's old country. I chose not to use the introduction sentence because with it, it's hard to not give away the title.

Music would play, and she would spin.
She had very dark eyes, wicked, evil and I believe magic.
I loved her deeply, but while i was in love, I did not believe it was mutual.

There was once a cowboy who came into town. Very wild personality.
Ooozing bravado, shared a drink with my woman, who I loved.
I was mad and challenged him to a dual over her. He dropped his hand and picked up his pistol.
A second later though, I had killed him.
For a second, I was completely taken back by what I did.
My mind was flush with confusion, so I took off running.
I left the bar, and jumped on a horse I found.
It was a fast horse, and I left this town, and arrived in Mexico.

Back home, I would have no meaning to life.
It's been years since I saw my love, and I no longer fear death.
So I rode, alone, back into town. I don't care if I'm shot, my heart yearns for her.

Finally I am overlooking the area where my crime of passion occurred.
But my love for my lady is stronger than my fear of death, so I go on.
I'm surrounded by men looking to kill me.
They shoot at me, yell at me, but I keep going. Must make it to her.
Ouch, I think I've been shot.
I am in great pain, and I can't handle it. but I love her, and I must continue. No rest for the wicked!
I see a shot blast, and ouch, my chest!
From out of nowhere, my love see's me and she kisses me.
The woman I'd die for, she holds me.
I kiss her, goodbye.

This one should be obvious too (at least, if you're a fan older country music)

 

Just skimmed it, but that's got to be Marty Robbins, right? "Out in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican girl..."

 

My next submission (pop music this time):

He was advised to avoid that area. "We've no desire to view your visage--Vamoose!"
Their determination is visible, and their statement is unmistakeable, so leave, simply leave.

You'd be well served to exit quickly, however you are able.
No one's interested in seeing you hemorrhage or display temerity.
You'd like to show courage; you ought to use the opportunity to leave,
but you'd prefer to show your toughness

Just leave--leave!! Nobody likes to lose, displaying their indefatigable will.
Validity of purpose is irrelevant here. Leave. Go away. Retreat. Get out of here.

 

Ok, you have to stop reading my posts in this thread.