Song is Poetry
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.
Here we go...
Wild Is the Wind That Strips Away Our Sins
You talk to me like we connect
A kiss is not just a kiss
When you first left me
And I don't want you
Gravity
Another red letter day
You walked down a busy street
Is there word or right to say
I've been sinning
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Blood spilled
I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high
Out on your own
They were sitting, they were sitting in the strawberry swing
You got something started
Breaking up the line
Let's fake an answer for the curious
Mama, please stop crying
A heart that's full up like a landfill
Big bang, where we going?
Here we go...
Wild Is the Wind That Strips Away Our Sins
You talk to me like we connect
A kiss is not just a kiss
When you first left me
And I don't want you
Gravity
Another red letter day
You walked down a busy street
Is there word or right to say
I've been sinning
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Blood spilled
I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high
Out on your own
They were sitting, they were sitting in the strawberry swing
You got something started
Breaking up the line
Let's fake an answer for the curious
Mama, please stop crying
A heart that's full up like a landfill
Big bang, where we going?