Lyric meld.
The folks at OTS challenged us to come up with a melding of Finn lyrics that make sentences. Here are my offerings:
Fame is whispers and moans.
How will you go parting ways?
Not the girl you think you are anytime.
As sure as I am last to know.
Betty, she goes on.
I see red Italian plastic.
Kiss the road of Rarotonga, sinner.
Wherever you are, don't ask why.
Private universe in my command.
Don't ask why I walk away.
My personal favourite is "wherever you are, don't ask why." It's something of a personal philosophy.
Fame is whispers and moans.
How will you go parting ways?
Not the girl you think you are anytime.
As sure as I am last to know.
Betty, she goes on.
I see red Italian plastic.
Kiss the road of Rarotonga, sinner.
Wherever you are, don't ask why.
Private universe in my command.
Don't ask why I walk away.
My personal favourite is "wherever you are, don't ask why." It's something of a personal philosophy.