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"Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results."
I cheated a little, so sue me. I took liberties as to what "first line" meant.
Once my lover, now my friend - what a cruel thing to pretend
I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything
You've got a face for a smile, you know
You can spend all your days in the grind converting your nickels to dimes
There's something sweet and almost kind- but he was mean and he was course and unrefined
Have you ever stood outside a picket fence, you could see through, but you can't get to the inside
Highways and dance halls, a good song takes you far-you write about the moon and you dream about the stars
I wanna dance the tango with chance, I wanna ride on the wire
I rode all night on a big old bus, you came a long way to be with us
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing- thanks for all the joy they're bringing
every time you touch her sets your hands on fire
Seventeen momma drama has got to go, seventeen nothing's ever gonna bring her back
Every week's the same, stuck in school so lame- my parents say that I'm lazy, getting up at 8 AM's crazy
I never used to miss a chance to climb upon his knee, listen to a tale of life upon the sea
No time frame for what I need to do today here at the yellow house
Life is just a party so come as you are- dress it up or dress it down, don't forget your guitar
Rain falls hard, burns bright,a dream or a song that hits you so hard,think you're up...then suddenly gone
Take a deep breath and you walk through the doors it's the morning of your very first day
The clocks of the world are evil in their design, our days of wine and song never came
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white
I cheated a little, so sue me. I took liberties as to what "first line" meant.
Once my lover, now my friend - what a cruel thing to pretend
I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything
You've got a face for a smile, you know
You can spend all your days in the grind converting your nickels to dimes
There's something sweet and almost kind- but he was mean and he was course and unrefined
Have you ever stood outside a picket fence, you could see through, but you can't get to the inside
Highways and dance halls, a good song takes you far-you write about the moon and you dream about the stars
I wanna dance the tango with chance, I wanna ride on the wire
I rode all night on a big old bus, you came a long way to be with us
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing- thanks for all the joy they're bringing
every time you touch her sets your hands on fire
Seventeen momma drama has got to go, seventeen nothing's ever gonna bring her back
Every week's the same, stuck in school so lame- my parents say that I'm lazy, getting up at 8 AM's crazy
I never used to miss a chance to climb upon his knee, listen to a tale of life upon the sea
No time frame for what I need to do today here at the yellow house
Life is just a party so come as you are- dress it up or dress it down, don't forget your guitar
Rain falls hard, burns bright,a dream or a song that hits you so hard,think you're up...then suddenly gone
Take a deep breath and you walk through the doors it's the morning of your very first day
The clocks of the world are evil in their design, our days of wine and song never came
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white