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Saw this around. It looked like fun. Almost as silly as magnetic poetry, but without the need of a refrigerator.
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.
My added challenge: Can you guess the songs?
The Woman Named Iris
Falling feels like flying until you hit the ground.
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did.
I felt my vocal chords weakening.
Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show?
Rockets, moon shots.
All my life is on me now.
I hope you're happy now (I could never make you so).
You must think I'm a fool-
Us, you and me; river, sea, ocean.
I've been hiding my sins in the ground.
Well, I tried to make it Sunday.
Jesus Christ been here and gone.
All the girls in the Paris light.
I'm in love with everything, with every face I've ever seen.
All my rooms are filled with musty dust.
This is a brand new problem.
Which will you go for?
Write in passing, when there's time.
Star, star, teach me how to shine.
Building cage: I can only study the blame.
Wow, it almost makes sense. Well, as much sense as one of my own poems. *g*
* = Done on iTunes instead of the iPod because it's closer. Also done with a bit of skipping, as I kept getting instrumentals and songs with vocals in Gaelic, Greek, Arabic and other non-English languages that I couldn't possibly transcribe let alone translate. That means it's not cheating, right?
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.
My added challenge: Can you guess the songs?
The Woman Named Iris
Falling feels like flying until you hit the ground.
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did.
I felt my vocal chords weakening.
Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show?
Rockets, moon shots.
All my life is on me now.
I hope you're happy now (I could never make you so).
You must think I'm a fool-
Us, you and me; river, sea, ocean.
I've been hiding my sins in the ground.
Well, I tried to make it Sunday.
Jesus Christ been here and gone.
All the girls in the Paris light.
I'm in love with everything, with every face I've ever seen.
All my rooms are filled with musty dust.
This is a brand new problem.
Which will you go for?
Write in passing, when there's time.
Star, star, teach me how to shine.
Building cage: I can only study the blame.
Wow, it almost makes sense. Well, as much sense as one of my own poems. *g*
* = Done on iTunes instead of the iPod because it's closer. Also done with a bit of skipping, as I kept getting instrumentals and songs with vocals in Gaelic, Greek, Arabic and other non-English languages that I couldn't possibly transcribe let alone translate. That means it's not cheating, right?