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(stolen from
bluebombardier )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.
There the bones do sleep and there the soul is song
Keeping faith is like owning a girl
Calling out, calling out
Again and again the same situation for so many years
Crazy how it feels tonight
It's time for me to be on my way I know
I can't believe I finally found the key, the door, the trip
Here's another speech you wish I'd swallow
Touch my skin and tell me what you're thinking
Perhaps it is the color of the sun caught flat
Now I want someone badly
Oh look at how she listens
I'm on a high, on a high, there's nothing more to it
Come to the place where tropical breezes blow
Any dolt with half a brain can see the human race has gone insane
I let the beast in too soon
Diamonds and pearls don't move this girl
Everything comes and goes
Its par for the course
This is the way you left me
Two beds and a coffee machine.
My poem seems to be slightly fixed with a girl. That, or Strongbadia.
I love Jeff Buckley. And mediaplayer sucks at shuffling, too. I have about 150 artists, and yet it chooses multiple songs from like five. Some of which I don't even listen to that often. Whatev.
There the bones do sleep and there the soul is song
Keeping faith is like owning a girl
Calling out, calling out
Again and again the same situation for so many years
Crazy how it feels tonight
It's time for me to be on my way I know
I can't believe I finally found the key, the door, the trip
Here's another speech you wish I'd swallow
Touch my skin and tell me what you're thinking
Perhaps it is the color of the sun caught flat
Now I want someone badly
Oh look at how she listens
I'm on a high, on a high, there's nothing more to it
Come to the place where tropical breezes blow
Any dolt with half a brain can see the human race has gone insane
I let the beast in too soon
Diamonds and pearls don't move this girl
Everything comes and goes
Its par for the course
This is the way you left me
Two beds and a coffee machine.
My poem seems to be slightly fixed with a girl. That, or Strongbadia.
I love Jeff Buckley. And mediaplayer sucks at shuffling, too. I have about 150 artists, and yet it chooses multiple songs from like five. Some of which I don't even listen to that often. Whatev.

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