Answers to musical challenge orphans

1. You are witnessing the start of my fabulous life
"Hestia" by Katell Keineg

2. When I lay myself to sleep, pray that I don't go too deep
"Lightnin' Hopkins" by REM

6. Nine years all but vanished, now it's nine miles to the ocean
"The Lost Coast" by Grey Eye Glances

7. I'll do this one myself
"State of Love & Trust" by Pearl Jam

9. Broke away somehow, that's why I'm swingin' it
"Got My Own Thing Now" by the Squirrel Nut Zippers

11. Weeks gone by and I'm still hoping
"The Waiting Game" by Goodness

13. The air raid siren blew at twelve AM and noon
"North Pacific Rain" by Eddie From Ohio

15. You tell me god is dancing in the rain
"A Lonely Voice" by October Project

16. So drowned you were angels, so much more than everything
"Pictures of You" by The Cure

17. Three wishes for eternity, we've got some work to do
"Now We're Getting Somewhere" by Crowded House

20. Forget about yours, now what about mine?
"Not My Idea" by Garbage

23. And we're allowed to dream of the next time we touch
"Oceans" by those guys again

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How did that upper midwest sneak in?

Your Linguistic Profile:

40% General American English

30% Yankee

20% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

I'd never been north of North Carolina until age 15, so OK with the Dixie. It was the "y'all" and "coke" that earned it, I'm sure. People not from the south always refuse to believe me when I say "coke" is generic. I lived in Providence and Boston long enough that I say Nomah and Woostah and know that a cabinet isn't always storage space. I've caught what I call The Ohio Construction from my evil twin (where you leave off the "to be" after "need": I can't buy that vibrator; it needs plugged in and my bedroom's outlet is inconvenient). Upper midwest? A mystery.

It may be the test's way of saying that my mix of English is actually 40% standard, 30% Yankee, 20% Dixie, and 10% Spent Her Formative Years Reading Instead of Socializing. Or the 10% is whatever it is that makes people ask me pretty often if I'm British. Some kind of earnest semi-formality or something, you betcha.

I wonder why there was nothing about the great chocolate sprinkles/chocolate shots/jimmies linguistic divergence?