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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.from shampoo
O, muse, I'm embarrassed.
Visions of you or pictures in tabloids
I don't mind you're someone who ain't mine
How could that happen, how could that happen again
My head keeps turnin' turnin'
I can't escape this hell
Doing everything by halves, got a real flare with excuses
I'll keep it in my head til I know
You are my flesh
Pressed unto us flesh still sickly sweet
Show me moonlight on the sunrise
We're all in doubt, get in the car
Does anybody know where we're really gonna go?
I might have been a singer
Got you everything I wanted when I wasn't sitting on it you
How can I learn to let go
Nothing here to fear
It doesn't matter what you say
I need the truth
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
When you're down putting nothing but a mask
I've exposed your lies, baby.
Lmfao, this was kind of hard to do since I kept getting progressive rock with no vocals so I just smashed the forward key randomly until I heard voices. Anyway, nothing new over here. Life is boring and I'm tired of everything, I'm in that phase that I just feel dead and uninterested and unmotivated for everything, and end up hating myself, lmao.
I need to do something creative with myself or I'll go insane.
of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.
The first line of the twenty-first is the title.from shampoo
O, muse, I'm embarrassed.
Visions of you or pictures in tabloids
I don't mind you're someone who ain't mine
How could that happen, how could that happen again
My head keeps turnin' turnin'
I can't escape this hell
Doing everything by halves, got a real flare with excuses
I'll keep it in my head til I know
You are my flesh
Pressed unto us flesh still sickly sweet
Show me moonlight on the sunrise
We're all in doubt, get in the car
Does anybody know where we're really gonna go?
I might have been a singer
Got you everything I wanted when I wasn't sitting on it you
How can I learn to let go
Nothing here to fear
It doesn't matter what you say
I need the truth
I lift you off the earth mundane and glum
When you're down putting nothing but a mask
I've exposed your lies, baby.
Lmfao, this was kind of hard to do since I kept getting progressive rock with no vocals so I just smashed the forward key randomly until I heard voices. Anyway, nothing new over here. Life is boring and I'm tired of everything, I'm in that phase that I just feel dead and uninterested and unmotivated for everything, and end up hating myself, lmao.
I need to do something creative with myself or I'll go insane.