Multiculturality in action & clues

[Voting has now closed, thanks for playing. You did very well, dear Internets, only five songs remained unguessed.]

A Dane living in India has just named a Canadian singer-songwriter in a blog-quiz from Germany. I love the Internet.

There are only seven Great Song Lyrics left un-guessed, so here are the first lines of each song as a clue. I'll give you until Sunday, then post the remaining answers.

4. This week dragged past me so slowly
    The days fell on their knees
    Maybe I'll take something to help me
    Hope someone takes after me
    David Bowie, Stay

6. There was 1 September day that [title] worked 2 hard
    First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard
    Then he screamed at baby twice 4 throwin' rocks at passin' cars
    Prince, Papa

11. Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems
     There's nothing there at all
     You just seem older than yesterday
     And you're waiting for tomorrow to call
    Elton John, Roy Rogers

12. A brass band is playing
     Rehearsing its thrills
     All half-moon and cloudy,
     All golden and shrill
    Be-Bop Deluxe, Sleep that burns

18. Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
     Do you know we exist?
     Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
     Have you been born yet & are you alive?
     Jim Morrison aka The Doors, An American Prayer - Antonia

21. Goin' back to [title], take my razor and my gun
     Goin' back to [title], man, take my razor and my gun, oh yeah
     Lots of people lookin' for trouble, man, sure gonna give 'em in some
     Johnny Winter, Dallas - Joe in Vegas

22. Jesus Christ, Fanny Brice,
     Wolfie Mozart and Humphrey Bogart and
     Genghis Khan and
     On to H. G. Wells
    Neil Diamond, Done too soon

Answers here or on the original post, as you please.

In other news Will Self walks from JFK to the centre of Manhattan, and muses on artist-in-residence programmes:

He was grateful for the honor, he said, though he didn't quite see the point of financing writers to isolate themselves.

"In literary terms, it's sort of like having a tummy tuck," he said. "You're imposing an outside discipline on something that happens quite naturally. It's all I can do to keep myself from being isolated all the time."

In other, other news here's Zhoen in Zen-master mode, commenting on a recent post by Dale:

When you don't know anything, you have found the path. When you stop expecting it to be good or bad, you are walking the right direction on it.

In otherest news yesterday was Nikolaus, St. Nick's Day, when Germans (and many other Europeans) traditionally give each other chocolates. The figures are known as "Nicholice" in a typically intricate example of German humour: Start with the name "Nikolaus," note that it ends with "Laus" = louse, the plural of Laus is Läuse, so the plural of Nikolaus is obviously Nikoläuse. No? I guess you had to be there.