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caffienekitty) wrote2008-11-27 12:26 am
caffienekitty) wrote2008-11-27 12:26 am
Meme: iTunes poetry meme
Stolen from gigglingkat
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.
This is freaking me out. All I did was add punctuation and stanza breaks, and fudge a couple calls on where the first line ended.
The Work playlist MP3 Poem is VASTLY DISTURBING
Um. EEEEEEEK. O.O SOOOO, someone who thinks they are the former King of Spain has abducted a former close acquaintance and is keeping them in a cage and tormenting them for sick, twisted jollies until they die. Yeow. My work playlist is a delusional obsessed psycho!
The at Home on iTunes poem is freakishly epic
Okay, so, there's some kind of ominous war thing brewing, memory of a father dying in a battle, and then epic angsty combat and more dying in battle, only possibly in a epic 'death is but a doorway/apotheosis' kind of way. (Why am I suddenly thinking of Winchesters?) Still grim, but at least it's not locking people in cages for fun.
gigglingkatPut your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.
This is freaking me out. All I did was add punctuation and stanza breaks, and fudge a couple calls on where the first line ended.
The Work playlist MP3 Poem is VASTLY DISTURBING
I know you said,
Is this the real life?
How can you see into my eyes?
Once I was the King of Spain.
Feels like the weight of the world.
Hey man, you don't know what you're missing.
Seems like just yesterday you were a part of me.
Back to back,
Earth below us,
They say you never come home.
Hush now don't you cry,
Stay low.
Stoplight lock the door
The cage is very small
Test your might.
This was a triumph.
Tonight I'm gonna have myself such a good time
I said the joker is a wanted man.
Well I wanted you, wanted no one else.
Life, it seems to fade away.
Um. EEEEEEEK. O.O SOOOO, someone who thinks they are the former King of Spain has abducted a former close acquaintance and is keeping them in a cage and tormenting them for sick, twisted jollies until they die. Yeow. My work playlist is a delusional obsessed psycho!
The at Home on iTunes poem is freakishly epic
It was late at night on the open road,
And in that dark place that hope had abandoned long ago:
"Look on the horizon, what do my eyes behold?"
Down the line, coming down the line.
About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war.
In a foreign field he lay,
His eyes are closed and his last words spoke,
"Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roarin' waves."
Master, Apprentice, Hartborne, Seventh Seeker.
Here we go for the hundredth time,
Don't call my name in battle.
Heartbreaker, soul-shaker,
I walk a lonely road.
"What do I do to ignore them behind me?"
I can't escape this hell.
On this ground I lay,
In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi.
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain.
I'm sailing away,
It's time to start.
Okay, so, there's some kind of ominous war thing brewing, memory of a father dying in a battle, and then epic angsty combat and more dying in battle, only possibly in a epic 'death is but a doorway/apotheosis' kind of way. (Why am I suddenly thinking of Winchesters?) Still grim, but at least it's not locking people in cages for fun.