song lyric poetry meme stolen from galeforcehero
Put your iTunes collection 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.
Its Four In The Morning, The End Of December
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
I came by myself to a very crowded place
You gave me something I understand
As the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed
What's the point in compromise?
Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say
We've been driving around from one end of this town to the other
I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.
The sky is dark the wind is cold the night is young before it's old
Gravity is not pulling me, I won't be a picture with no sign
The sun came up with no conclusions flowers sleeping in their beds
I never loved nobody fully always one foot on the ground
Our conversation was short and sweet it nearly knocked me off of my feet
Just before our love got lost you said I'm as constant as a northern star
Everything comes and goes marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Oh she may be weary them young girls they do get wearied
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet
I'm undecided about you again
Any guesses?
Its Four In The Morning, The End Of December
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
I came by myself to a very crowded place
You gave me something I understand
As the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed
What's the point in compromise?
Cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say
We've been driving around from one end of this town to the other
I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.
The sky is dark the wind is cold the night is young before it's old
Gravity is not pulling me, I won't be a picture with no sign
The sun came up with no conclusions flowers sleeping in their beds
I never loved nobody fully always one foot on the ground
Our conversation was short and sweet it nearly knocked me off of my feet
Just before our love got lost you said I'm as constant as a northern star
Everything comes and goes marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Oh she may be weary them young girls they do get wearied
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet
I'm undecided about you again
Any guesses?