Pete Wentz poetry meme
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slodwick, the "Be Pete Wentz" Poetry Meme works thusly:
1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle.
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
For bonus points, see how many sources you recognize!
It's Gonna Be Too Hot to Breathe Today
You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
You could be happy and I won't know
Morning is almost here - let it wait
I think I saw you riding in a car,
You were the mother who said to her child, "You bring it up slowly"
I've tried but I couldn't find any warning of you, dear
It's the tearing sound of love-notes
I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
Me debunk an American myth?
Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo
My life is brilliant
There's a dark problem today, as always
I just wanted to leave you this
There will be no kisses tonight
Don't wanna wait till tomorrow
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
It wasn't what we planned
I broke free on a Saturday morning
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
In our days we will live
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slodwick, the "Be Pete Wentz" Poetry Meme works thusly:
1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle.
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
For bonus points, see how many sources you recognize!
It's Gonna Be Too Hot to Breathe Today
You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
You could be happy and I won't know
Morning is almost here - let it wait
I think I saw you riding in a car,
You were the mother who said to her child, "You bring it up slowly"
I've tried but I couldn't find any warning of you, dear
It's the tearing sound of love-notes
I left your house this morning about a quarter after nine
Me debunk an American myth?
Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo
My life is brilliant
There's a dark problem today, as always
I just wanted to leave you this
There will be no kisses tonight
Don't wanna wait till tomorrow
Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
It wasn't what we planned
I broke free on a Saturday morning
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
In our days we will live
This entry was originally posted at http://dira.dreamwidth.org/525018.html. There are currently
comments there.