Contest!! Guillemots Vinyl!

Who doesn’t love a contest? If you remember Connor’s post on the Guillemots a month or so ago, then you’ll love what we’re giving away. Haven’t heard ‘em yet? Go on and take a listen!

Thanks to the lovely people at addVice, up for grabs is a 10″ limited double vinyl of Guillemot’s From The Cliffs. Since they’re being so kind as to provide a lucky reader with a free vinyl, they left the actual contest gig up to me. Our past contests have been pretty easy, so I decided to up the ante and test your creativity.

The Contest: Since the Guillemots are from England, I am challenging every reader who would like some free merch, to create a Beatles themed sentence/paragraph. However, the kicker is to incorporate (coherently) as many Beatles’ song titles as you can. With so many different song titles, whoever creates the most clever/humorous blurb wins! The only rule is that you are limited to 64 words, in honor of that infamous Beatles song and their Ed Sullivan debut in 1964. Be sure to leave your email address so I can contact the winner!

Don’t be surprised if there are a lack of updates until Monday (when the winner will be announced!) since Connor is on Spring Weekend and I’m heading home for some top secret blog work..shhh.

Get clever. Get creative. Get a vinyl!

{ 11 comments… read them below or add one }

Gonzalo Ezequiel April 23, 2006 at 2:26 am

Heyjude, I feel fine Eight days a week.
tell me why i should have known better.
i’ll cry instead Because You never give me your money
We can work it out When i get home.
Don’t let me down.
There’s a place Here, there and everwhere
If i needed someone to Drive my car When i’m sixty four
We can work it out

hey this was fun!


it's good enough for jesus April 23, 2006 at 6:32 am

Hey Bulldog,
All I’ve Got To Do Is get Across The Universe Because Doctor Robert had to Dig a Pony.
Don’t Let Me Down, Eleanor Rigby!
Everybody’s Got Something To Hide Except Me and My Monkey.
I feel as Free as a Bird, Girl, like a Glass Onion.
So, Hold Me Tight, Honey Pie, because I Am The Walrus.
Yours, Lovely Rita.

That was fun!


davis April 23, 2006 at 10:06 am

Sexy Sadie, I’ve got to get you into my life. Oh darling, I need you. I want you. Yesterday, it was getting better, but tomorrow never knows. I’ve got a feeling that you think you’ve got to hide your love away, but all you need is love. Think for yourself, for no one understands the two of us. Wait… we can work it out.

18seconds at gmail dot com.


Blake April 23, 2006 at 10:26 am

I want to tell you, Eleanor Rigby, the Taxman came to your yellow submarine, and she said, she said “Good day sunshine! your bird can sing for no one except Doctor Robert.” I’ve got to get you in my life, here, there and everywhere, so I’m only sleeping with you when I’m sixty-four. Eight days a week I want you to hold me tight, and drive my car, honeypie.
Truly, Sexy Rita

Clever contest my friend! Fun fun!


Cousy April 23, 2006 at 4:55 pm

The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill- The One After 909

Good morning, good morning.
Do you want to know a secret?

I am the walrus. Run for your life.

Wait! Act naturally; I want to tell you something.

Within you without you, all you need is love. The word is love.
Any Time at all, it’s only love.

Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da

Dig it?

The End.


Matt April 23, 2006 at 8:15 pm

Hey Jude-

I Want You (She’s So Heavy). Too much Junk in the trunk! Here Comes The Sun (She Blocks It Out). The way she can Carry That Weight I just keep Praying She Won’t (Hold Me Tight).
She has the Devil In Her Heart and food in her stomach. Get Back! Help! She’s doing The Hippy Hippy Shake! Not A Second Time!


Angela April 23, 2006 at 8:16 pm


Yesterday I Got A Woman that wasn’t you. Another Girl. Honey Don’t be mad. It’s not Real Love, because I Call Your Name at night still. How Do You Do It? I think of you Here, There and Everywhere, and Every Little Thing reminds me of you. But Clarabella was born on Penny Lane and I need her Money.

P.S. I Love You


sumeet April 24, 2006 at 12:33 am

The fool on the hill bought a ticket to ride the long and winding road because everybody’s trying to be his baby. Yesterday, his birthday was one long, long, long good night. But today, down in strawberry fields he buried Eleanor Rigby with Maxwell’s silver hammer. Now, he’s got to get back, back in the U.S.S.R because Lady Madonna’s cry baby cries yer blues.


simon April 24, 2006 at 12:51 am

A day in the life: Julia, Anna, Eleanor Rigby, (I’m so tired) Lucille, Her Majesty, Sheik of Araby, Maggie Mae, girl, Carol, another girl, (It’s all too much!) woman, Sheila, Lady Madonna, this boy, Clarabella, Michelle, Polythene Pam (She’s a woman!), lovely Rita, sexy Sadie, the fool on the hill.
I should have known better.
Money (that’s what I want). Can’t buy me love?

id1superego0 at gmail dot com


Eugene Ketchup April 29, 2006 at 11:50 pm

Help! Doctor Robert is having his Bluejay Way with Lovely Rita
on Penny Lane. Drive My Car, call the police. Run For Your Life!

“I Want To Tell You What Goes On, officer”- Michelle.
“Think For Yourself, You Won’t See Me, ma’am! I Me Mine!”- officer.
“Wait! Dont Let Me Down…. Oh! Darling!”

It was Long, Long, Long before Polythene Pam Carried That Weight.


It was hard to limit that, i was going to add much more suspence.



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