Here's how it works:
1. open your library (iTunes, winamp, media player, iPod)
2. put it on shuffle
3. press play
4. for every question, type the song that's playing
5. new question -- press the next button
6. don't lie and try to pretend you're cool
Opening Credits: Son et Lumiere (The Mars Volta)
Weeell... I guess it sounds like an opening, and mentions conjunctivitis, escapism into books and genetic inferiority, it actually works reasonably well.
Waking Up: The Dark of the Matinee (Franz Ferdinand)
Um... undress me while I sleep? I don't think so.
First Day at School: She don't know me (Bon Jovi)
It wasn't that depressing. Really.
Falling in Love: Here Comes the Sun? (Beatles)
Aww.
Breaking Up: I'd Die for You (Bon Jovi)
:(
Prom:
This does not happen in the UK
Life's Okay: Cheating on You (Franz Ferdinand)
Hang on. This means I lie when I break up? I don't wanna be a bastard... I suppose the "you're cheating on me" lines might justify it a little...
Mental Breakdown: Hands Held High (Linkin Park)
Woah. Am I gonna turn into a socialist revolutionary? Hang on... turn into?
Driving: Forgotten Works (The Klaxons)
Well... it's good to listen to I guess.
Flashback: The Small Print (Muse)
"Sell! I'll sell your memories! For £50 per year. But you can keep the bad days." Not good flashbacks then...
Getting Back Together: Distance (Editors)
"I'll keep my distance." Probably a good idea.
Wedding: Bones (Editors)
"How can you always be late for your arrival?" Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. "In the end all you can hope for is the love you've felt to equal the pain you've gone through." Sounds thoroughly dismal.
Birth of child: When You Were Young (The Killers)
Surely it's already young?
Final battle: By Myself (Linkin Park)
:( I suppose it's better for my friends this way...
Death scene: All these things that I've done (The Killers)
God, why is my life so depressing?
Funeral song: Með blóðnasir (Sigur Ros)
Translates as "I have a nosebleed." Nice to know I'm fucking things up even after death.
End credits: Running up that Hill (Placebo, a cover of Kate Bush)
It seems like my entire life was an uphill struggle... From my failures at romance and my failed wedding to my lonely death as a socialist revolutionary.
Conclusion: My entire song collection is really depressing.