Music Meme
snagged from denshi_no_ultra
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ol' days
Something doesn't change
I've been roamin' around
I'm busy talkin' to this guy
I'm gonna make you a promise
You spend an awful lot of time in Massachusettes
You and I in a little magic shop
Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty
Careless in our summer clothes
How you turned my world, you precious thing
Is it raining at your house?
Ooh, I need your love, babe
Come on, pretty baby
Midnight, stoplight, happens every time
I've been waitin'
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
You overthink things
Everyone's watchin' to see what you will do
Come away with me in the night
O father dear
It's never enough to say I'm sorry
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Well, that was depressing. I'm going to try again.
In a little cabaret
Anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Walk right in
Blame it all on my roots
Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
I've made some decisions
He used to travel in bath cubes
When are you gonna come down?
So, the ambulances came
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style
Eighty years, an old lady now
What is this song all about?
Please, please forgive me
I could go back
Girl, you really got me goin'
Silent night, holy night
If fear's what makes us decide
I'm so tired of being here
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Whew! How's that for abstract? At least I'm using my sick day productively, eh?