I've seen this on my flist three times, so why not?
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.
I Feel Stupid
I went home with the waitress, the way I always do
It was a sunny day, not a cloud was in the sky
Die, die, die, my darling, don't utter a single word
This old world, well don't it make you wanna think, "damn"?
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
This tired city was somebody's dream
Why'd you run away? Don't you like my style?
Hold on, hold on to yourself, for this is gonna hurt like hell
I am not a pretty girl, that is not what I do
Somebody told me it's all happening at the zoo
Buddy, you're a boy making big noise playing in the street
Once in a while, maybe you will feel the urge
Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
The saints are crippled, on this sinner's night
On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life
This is an obsession, a kind of aggression within self
Who can say where the road goes?
And I would do anything for love
When you're really feeling small
On a dark desert highway
Mouseover the lines to see what songs they're from.
I confess to cheating a little: I skipped over songs I didn't know, songs that weren't in English, and artists who'd already shown up more than once (half of this would've been Paul Simon and Warren Zevon otherwise), and whenever I thought there was wiggle room about what the first line was (Is "Why'd you run away? Don't you like my style?" one line or two?), I picked whatever sounded best.
I think it's a poem about a homicidal stalker.
I Feel Stupid
I went home with the waitress, the way I always do
It was a sunny day, not a cloud was in the sky
Die, die, die, my darling, don't utter a single word
This old world, well don't it make you wanna think, "damn"?
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
This tired city was somebody's dream
Why'd you run away? Don't you like my style?
Hold on, hold on to yourself, for this is gonna hurt like hell
I am not a pretty girl, that is not what I do
Somebody told me it's all happening at the zoo
Buddy, you're a boy making big noise playing in the street
Once in a while, maybe you will feel the urge
Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game
The saints are crippled, on this sinner's night
On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life
This is an obsession, a kind of aggression within self
Who can say where the road goes?
And I would do anything for love
When you're really feeling small
On a dark desert highway
Mouseover the lines to see what songs they're from.
I confess to cheating a little: I skipped over songs I didn't know, songs that weren't in English, and artists who'd already shown up more than once (half of this would've been Paul Simon and Warren Zevon otherwise), and whenever I thought there was wiggle room about what the first line was (Is "Why'd you run away? Don't you like my style?" one line or two?), I picked whatever sounded best.
I think it's a poem about a homicidal stalker.