Songs about one of these at nine

Things that weigh eight pounds:
-Newborn baby
-Gallon of milk
-Human head
-Spiral-cut ham
-Box of cremains
-Bag of flour (after one loaf has been baked)
-Cat

sun crosses the equator at nine

There's lots of storms, so that's a thing
I guess we're finally into spring.

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Listen and repeat.

Fitted sheets at nine

Somewhere between love and hate
Is where the needle hovers
(It's rarely ambiguous)
When someone discovers
That the songs they know and love
Just happen to be covers

The jungle blooms at nine

Foul winds howl about us.
The ground beneath will shake,
With everything that's going on,
I sure could use a break

Out of this world at nine

When the lights went out in New York
Forty-two years ago in July
It pumped a new genre called 'hip-hop'
With a sudden equipment supply.
The volume of artists could now do
A hereto impossible thing
So, while we all dance to those samples,
Just remember that context is king