Meme Time!
From blue_infernian
Put your MP3 player thingy on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.
We are the Earth intruders, we are the earth intruders.
Uh oh, bum bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum bum, uh oh.
When I am older than these small goddamn hills,
ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.
Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot.
Hey Coraline, these are the most hideous things I've ever seen.
Wide awakened out of spinning round the safest orbit.
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock n' roll high school.
Cold as the northern winds in December morning,
Paris, the city of lovers is glowing this evening.
Heaven meant to take my hand and lead me through the fire.
Every day, more wicked, every day the terror grows.
Good news! She's dead! The Witch of the West is dead!
Rain bird, laughing in the olive tree, la la dee dah.
Are you gonna to take me home tonight?
Do you believe in Heaven above?
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
itsu datte ongaku ni muchuu de.
Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasy.
Full moon cigarette to a fulfilled day, smoke rings slowly break away.
Huh.
Interesting. There's like a loose narrative about an alien traveling around the world, meeting people, and soaking up the culture, or something. Either that, or it's slam poetry done by someone off her meds.
Put your MP3 player thingy on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.
We are the Earth intruders, we are the earth intruders.
Uh oh, bum bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum bum, uh oh.
When I am older than these small goddamn hills,
ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.
Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot.
Hey Coraline, these are the most hideous things I've ever seen.
Wide awakened out of spinning round the safest orbit.
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock n' roll high school.
Cold as the northern winds in December morning,
Paris, the city of lovers is glowing this evening.
Heaven meant to take my hand and lead me through the fire.
Every day, more wicked, every day the terror grows.
Good news! She's dead! The Witch of the West is dead!
Rain bird, laughing in the olive tree, la la dee dah.
Are you gonna to take me home tonight?
Do you believe in Heaven above?
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
itsu datte ongaku ni muchuu de.
Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasy.
Full moon cigarette to a fulfilled day, smoke rings slowly break away.
Huh.
Interesting. There's like a loose narrative about an alien traveling around the world, meeting people, and soaking up the culture, or something. Either that, or it's slam poetry done by someone off her meds.