twenty song poem meme

[threeplusfire]

Put the music on shuffle and write down the first lines of twenty songs. This meme is too good to pass by, I think. In other news, I listened to snips of the new GNR album and it did not seem great. I downloaded "Better" because it sounded like the best song and I figure I can give Axl a dollar for making me wait fifteen years for the album.

Hey there's no rules today
Ring them bells, you heathen, from the city that dreams
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell.
Shine the headlight straight into my eyes
I walk a lonely road
I watch the streets glow before me
Saturday night burns a redness on my face,
you're just another pretty face in a room full of whores
The sun is up.
Reach out, touch faith -
I know your life is empty.
Hey you, have you felt like this before?
I pressed my face against the glass.
Come with me,
late at night when you're sleeping.
Anyone who's ever had a heart
let me take you on a trip.
I wish I had not woke up today.
I want a girl.
I want to be much more like you.

I contributed punctuation. Damn that's a lot of Depeche Mode in there. This is better than all the awful poetry I wrote at thirteen.

I should go to bed.

Comments

[alainn-sorcha.livejournal.com]

Don't forget your free Dr. Pepper.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Did you hear Axl is threatening to sue them for "defrauding" people? Apparently the website to get your free soda coupon was down most of the day due to server overload. Hahahah.

[alainn-sorcha.livejournal.com]

HA!!!

[water-damage.livejournal.com]

:) mine didn't turn out as well as yours but it was fun making it :)

fireflies inside of a mason jar
well I'm going back, goin' home again
sat at my window, watched the world wake up this mornin'
I'm a shadow since you're gone
darling quit confusing me with your wishful thinking
come away with me in the night
damn baby all I need is lil bit
god is love through all your trials and tribulations
it was on one fine March morning when I bid New Orleans adieu
the innocence of sleeping children
there's a bluebird at my window
that gipsy woman told my mother
the iron hand, it ain't no match for the iron rod
Friday night i'm goin' nowhere
While under a silvery moon, a neon flower born of the desert
Early this morning I saw my baby makin' love to the garbage man
Moves like a fist through the traffic
my days, they are the highway kind
baby can't you see I'm callin'
he made me laugh, he made me cry