April 11th, 2009


Because I really should be writing poetry, I will steal a meme from caitlin_chan

These things always weird me out by being strangely coherent - more coherent than half the crap I have to read for class.

Put your music 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 song is the title.

When Somebody Loves You
Carry on, my wayward son,
there's a song that I hear every morning:
"It takes two."

The Nova Scotia winds blow my love to me,
there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run.
Just one year of love is better than a lifetime alone,
away from Halifax's muddy creeks and Canada's fields of pine.

Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup -
saying "I love you",
"That dude looks a lady",
"There's a little girl I know, you might know her too."

This thing called love, I just can't handle it:
"Sound the pibroch loud and high,
put your dreams away for another day."
Purple haze all in my brain,
I didn't want to say it - much too obvious.

In the town of Athol, one Charlie Lanigan battered away 'til
half-past twelve, and I'm watching the late show all on my own:
"Here's a story of a girl, who grew up lost and lonely -
it was twenty years ago today."