partaking and th quixotic quandry
1. Put your iTunes/Ruckus/Napster/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag however many friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
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WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Stoke 9 - Not Nothin'
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Great Big Sea - Fast As I Can
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Great Big Sea - Night Pat Murphy Died
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
OAR - Love and Memories
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Rush - The Trees
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Led Zepplin - Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
*tagging is dumb. if you, too, wanna partake in silly memes, go ahead!
Quandry:
boys are stupid. They are hard to understand, often out of sync with what girls want, generally selfish, don't listen, whine...
So why do I want one all the damn time?
I mean, I like boys. I like bein held, and being told i'm pretty... and i know this has gone unresolved for like, 8 years - why need a boy when they're so much trouble, but i just can't help it.
And now, because I can't find the poem I was LOOKING for, here's some other ones. Lyrical, because that's my strength, apparently.
Going to Sleep As a Very Small Child When It Was Still Light Outside
I asked you, once
for flutter-bye kisses.
You caught a moth,
in your giant's hand.
Its struggling taupe wings
with branching amber veins
pushed a gale of warmth
across my unsuspecting face.
I want to write the most beautiful
poem about a flower. I want to
compare it to unusual things, so
people will read it and say "gee, I
never noticed that a flower really is
like a half-empty ketchup bottle."
At its most beautiful, a flower will die soon. Its beauty is about
to fade, like the ketchup draining from a plastic bottle.
There will be other flowers in the world, of course.
Also beautiful and blooming and about to wither.
But they won't sit on my windowsill above the kitchen sink,
alone in a bud vase beside the matches from that restaurant.
Another flower will never be as romantic. It saddens me, this flower.
Beautiful and still, like my grandmother's hands, folded
over her chest in eternal prayer.
Force of Love
I want a bear hug
that cracks
a rib.
I want you to drive me to the hospital
and while they x-ray me
I want you to tell them
it was love.
I want the pain of that much emotion.
Magnolia Pod
For Meg
I never knew
the seeds of
a magnolia
are blood
red. But the
only
magnolia tree
I've seen
is near Rachel's
grave.
And red is her
favorite color.
So maybe
the seeds
didn't used to
be that
way.
and lyrics, because why not waste more space?
"Cowgirls Don't Cry"
Her daddy gave her her first pony
Then taught her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well
Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heart
She didn't let him see her fall apart
'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are gonna' show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been crying
Said it's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said
Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons in life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry
- Brooks and Dunn
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag however many friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
************************************************************
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Stoke 9 - Not Nothin'
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Great Big Sea - Fast As I Can
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Great Big Sea - Night Pat Murphy Died
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
OAR - Love and Memories
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Rush - The Trees
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Led Zepplin - Babe I'm Gonna Leave You
*tagging is dumb. if you, too, wanna partake in silly memes, go ahead!
Quandry:
boys are stupid. They are hard to understand, often out of sync with what girls want, generally selfish, don't listen, whine...
So why do I want one all the damn time?
I mean, I like boys. I like bein held, and being told i'm pretty... and i know this has gone unresolved for like, 8 years - why need a boy when they're so much trouble, but i just can't help it.
And now, because I can't find the poem I was LOOKING for, here's some other ones. Lyrical, because that's my strength, apparently.
Going to Sleep As a Very Small Child When It Was Still Light Outside
I asked you, once
for flutter-bye kisses.
You caught a moth,
in your giant's hand.
Its struggling taupe wings
with branching amber veins
pushed a gale of warmth
across my unsuspecting face.
I want to write the most beautiful
poem about a flower. I want to
compare it to unusual things, so
people will read it and say "gee, I
never noticed that a flower really is
like a half-empty ketchup bottle."
At its most beautiful, a flower will die soon. Its beauty is about
to fade, like the ketchup draining from a plastic bottle.
There will be other flowers in the world, of course.
Also beautiful and blooming and about to wither.
But they won't sit on my windowsill above the kitchen sink,
alone in a bud vase beside the matches from that restaurant.
Another flower will never be as romantic. It saddens me, this flower.
Beautiful and still, like my grandmother's hands, folded
over her chest in eternal prayer.
Force of Love
I want a bear hug
that cracks
a rib.
I want you to drive me to the hospital
and while they x-ray me
I want you to tell them
it was love.
I want the pain of that much emotion.
Magnolia Pod
For Meg
I never knew
the seeds of
a magnolia
are blood
red. But the
only
magnolia tree
I've seen
is near Rachel's
grave.
And red is her
favorite color.
So maybe
the seeds
didn't used to
be that
way.
and lyrics, because why not waste more space?
"Cowgirls Don't Cry"
Her daddy gave her her first pony
Then taught her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well
Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heart
She didn't let him see her fall apart
'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons in life are gonna' show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been crying
Said it's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said
Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons in life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry
- Brooks and Dunn