Help finding a song from a clue
 

A buddy has offered a reward if I can find the song he is looking for. He says it was a few years back and was sort of a power ballad by a band with a short or three letter name and had a line of lyrics about "holes in a blanket for stars" or something like that.

I am a music neophyte so I ask for the Pelican collective to help me.

Wouldn't be Sting's "Cushie Butterfield" would it?

I'm a broken-hearted keelman
and I'm o'er head in love
With a young lass from Gyetsid
And I call 'er my dove
Her name's Cushie Butterfield
And she sells yellow clay
And 'er cousins a muckman
And they call him Tom Gray
CHORUS
She's a big lass
She's a bonny lass
And she likes her beer
And I call her Cushie Butterfield
And I wish she was here
Her eyes is like two holes
In a blanket burnt through
And her breath in the mornin'
Would scare a young coo
She wears big galoshes
And her stockings once was white
And her bed gown it's lilac
And her hat's never straight
CHORUS
Cushie Butterfield
Aa's a broken hairted keel man and Aa's ower heed in luv
Wiv a young lass in Gyetsid an Aa caal hor me duv
Hor nyem's Cushie Butterfield and she sells Yalla clay
And her cousin is a muckman and they caall im Tom Gray.
Chorus- She's a big lass an' a bonnie lass an' she likes hor beer
An they caall hor Cushie Butterfield an' aa wish she war heor
Her eyes are like two holes in a blanket bornt throo,
An' her brows in a mornin wad spyen a young coo;
An' when aw heer her shootin "will ye buy ony clay,"
Like a candy man's trumpet, it steels ma young hart away.
Ye'll oft see hor doon at Sangit when the fresh harrin cims in,
She's like a bagfull o'saadust tied roond wiv a string;
She weers big galoshes tee, an' hor stockins once was white,
An' hor bedgoon it's laelock, but hor hat's nivver strite.
Chorus
Whan Aa axed hor te marry us, she started te laff;
"Noo, nyen o'yor munkey tricks, for Aa like nee such chaff"
Then she started a' blubblin' an' roared like a bull,
An' the cheps on the Keel ses As's nowt but a fyeul.
Chorus
She sez "The chep that gets me'll heh to work ivry day,
An when he cums hyem at neets hell heh te gan an' seek clay;
An' when he's away seekin't aal myek balls an' sing'
Weel may the keel row that my laddies in !"
Chorus
Noo, aw heer she hes anuther chep, an' he hews at Shipcote'
If aw thowt she wad deceive me, ah'd sure cut me throat;
Aal doon the river sailin, ansing "Aam afloat,"
Biddin addo te Cushy Butterfield an the chep at Shipcote.

I doubt it:D

google "lyrics" for some pretty neat lyric/song search engines.

I could do it for you, but you didn't exactly offer to share the reward, so you f*cking do it! :D

JP

Well you're borderline useless:D

as useless as a nipple on a foot!

I think I found it:

Dark Lotus, I wanna die.

edit: On further searching this looks a little hard/weird for this guy, we'll see.

Couldn't find much but did find the following:

Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting, said: "I often think that when the sun goes down, the world is hidden by a big blanket from the light of heaven, but the stars are little holes pierced in that blanket by those who have done good deeds in this world. The stars are not all the same size; some are big, some are little, and some men have done small deeds, but they have made their hole in the blanket by doing good before they went to heaven. Try and make your hole in the blanket by good work while you are on earth. It is something to be good, but it is far better to do good." Think of Baden-Powell's words when you promise to help other people.

or

The first theory is that the sky is a blanket with holes in it. When God goes to sleep across the world, he slowly pulls up his blanket, exposing some of the holes. His Great Legs would hang in the East across the oceans, and He would pull the blanket up over his knees and body and eventually cover Himself up in the West, which was at a beach somewhere to make a nice pillow for his head. So the holes in the blanket are the stars. This is fine, but there’s a problem. It appears that there are fewer holes in the blanket that covers cities than the blanket over deserts. This is because the roads and concrete in cities reflect light back upwards, blocking out most of it coming to our eyes. God is transparent; light passes through him when He sleeps. Then there is the final problem of the moon. The moon is God’s mouth, He breathes through this hole. He sleeps with his mouth open. Sometimes his mouth is closed. Sometimes it can be partially open. His mouth is the only part of God than emits light, and the only visible part. The clouds are present when God covers up. He often dons bits of pyjamas in bed. A lot of the time He sleeps naked, so we see no clouds. Shooting “stars” are the occasional bed bug or glow-worm travelling on the blanket. The very large shooting stars are tiny insects mending a hole.

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then there is the REM song:

Your eyes are burning holes through me.
I'm gasoline.
I'm burnin' clean.
Twentieth century go and sleep.
You're plasticine.
That is obscene.
That is obscene.
You are the star tonight.
Your sun electric, outta sight.
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Elecrolite. You're outta sight.
If I ever want to fly.
Mulholland Drive.
I am alive.
Hollywood is under me.
I'm Martin Sheen
I'm Steve McQueen
I'm Jimmy Dean
You are the star tonight.
Your sun electric, outta sight.
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Elecrolite.
You're outta sight.
If you want to fly.
Mulholland Drive.
Up in the sky.
Stand on a cliff and look down there.
Don't be scared, you are alive.
You are alive.
You are the star tonight.
Your sun electric outta sight.
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Elecrolite.
You're outta sight.
Twentieth century go and sleep.
Really deep.
We won't blink
You're eyes are burnin' holes through me.
I'm not scared
I'm outta here.
I'm not scared.
I'm outta here.

REM

electrolite

(edit)

lube beat me to it

Counting Crows?

Well i woke in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream i never know anyone at the party and i'm always the host
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast

Well, i am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame
And though i'll never forget your face,
Sometimes i can't remember my name

Hey mrs. potter don't cry
Hey mrs. potter i know why but
Hey mrs. potter won't you talk to me

Well, there's a piece of maria in every song that i sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside your head
And the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
When i see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed

Hey mrs. potter don't go
Hey mrs. potter i don't know but
Hey mrs. potter won't you talk to me

All the blue light reflections that color my mind when i sleep
And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company i keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey i can bleed as well as anyone, but i need someone to help me sleep

So i throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well, i know i don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
But i'd sure like to find out
So why don't you climb down off that movie screen

Hey mrs. potter don't turn
Hey mrs. potter i burn for you
Hey mrs. potter won't you talk to me

When the last king of hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another
Well, i wonder what he did that for
That's when i know that i have to get out cause i have been there before
So i gave up my seat at the bar and i head for the door

We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up in the palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
You can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far
Oh, you can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far

Hey mrs. potter i won't touch
Hey mrs. potter it's not much but
Hey mrs. potter won't you talk to me

Definitely not REM.

Dixie Chicks?

Cowboy Take Me Away

I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly

I wanna sleep on the hard ground
In the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of bluebonnets
In a blanket made of stars

Oh it sounds good to me I said

Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you

I wanna walk and not run
I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon
And not see a building standing tall

I wanna be the only one
For miles and miles
Except for maybe you
And your simple smile

Oh it sounds good to me
Yes it sounds so good to me

Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you

I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly
Oh it sounds so good to me

Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can
Into the wild blue
Set me free oh I pray
Closer to heaven above and
Closer to you closer to you
Closer to you
Cowboy take me away.
Closer to you

Train?

I think the song was called "Drops of Jupiter"

just a guess.

nope

B52's Revolution Earth?

Endless distance
Wildlife and stars
Blanket the night
You lying beside me, darling
Eyes wide open
While the wide arc of the globe is turning
We feel it moving through the dark
Hear the hills
Scrape the sky
And our eyes fill with the falling sparks

Then we know that we're alive
If we weren't
Sure before
I reach for you by my side and soar

Revolution earth
On gliding fireworks
Revolution earth
Rolling under us
The world is turning on gliding fireworks
You beside me
Revolution earth

Frost on the jungle vine
Melting in sunshine (in summer time)
Snow on the mountain top
Piling high in loving cups!

Then we know that we're alive
If we weren't
Sure before
I reach for you by my side and soar

Revolution earth
On gliding fireworks
Revolution earth
Rolling under us
High above on gliding fireworks
You beside me
Revolution earth

(whew!)
You flying beside me, darling
Eyes open wide (eyes open wide)
On a voyage between dusk and dawn
Space and time

Then we know that we're alive
If we weren't
Sure before
I reach for you by my side and soar

Revolution earth
On gliding fireworks
Revolution earth
Rolling under us
The world is turning on gliding fireworks
You beside me
Revolution - revolution earth
On gliding fireworks
Revolution earth
Rolling under us
High above on gliding fireworks
You beside me
Revolution earth

Do do do-do do do
Do do do-do-do do do
Do do do-do do do
Do do do-do-do do do
Do do do-do do do
Do do do-do-do do do

incubus - wish you were here??

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy

dispatch - bullet holes??

Black birds send bullet holes
Scattered across the sky
I wander
These steep hills
Into the grey light
My fingers collapse around my pen
Like soldiers tryin' to hold up the flag
I'm callin' out, once again
In this letter to you my friend

None of those either.

Right or wrong...it still made me laugh.

JFA---Beach Blanket Bong Out

Party on the sand
Bring your van
Tan girls, macho fools
Fun

Punk outing, people shouting
Lots of fun
Drugs and sun
Fun

Beach blanket bongout
Bong out oh oh

The hippies, they hate us
We take their chicks
They beat us up
But they're still the dicks
Dicks!

Surf punks we're not
Skateboard we do
We have the fun
We're the new crew
Crew

Beach blanket bongout
Bong out oh oh

We're having the fun
Wasted in the sun
Purple boards, short hair
We're out numbered and we don't care!