Song Poetry
Put your music on shuffle. Post the first lines of the first 20 songs as a poem.
If we can't find a way out of these problems...
I know it's most unusual,
When we don't get what we deserve.
Guinnevere had green eyes like yours,
O little town of Bethlehem.
Joey comes from a sacred part of town.
A beautiful and blinding morning.
The tears have all been shed now,
I'm not ashamed to let you know.
Come here my dear and lend an ear.
Living on my own.
When you cross that river
My day in the hills has come to an end
It's true you sold your guitar
Once upon a time not so long ago.
Once upon a time
I tried to kill the pain.
Think of me;
There is unrest in the forest,
Live in my house.
If we can't find a way out of these problems...
I know it's most unusual,
When we don't get what we deserve.
Guinnevere had green eyes like yours,
O little town of Bethlehem.
Joey comes from a sacred part of town.
A beautiful and blinding morning.
The tears have all been shed now,
I'm not ashamed to let you know.
Come here my dear and lend an ear.
Living on my own.
When you cross that river
My day in the hills has come to an end
It's true you sold your guitar
Once upon a time not so long ago.
Once upon a time
I tried to kill the pain.
Think of me;
There is unrest in the forest,
Live in my house.