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Erin ([personal profile] dizmo) wrote2008-11-28 01:37 pm
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Yes, I'm a memesheep, I don't care.

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 Used to Be a Graying Tower Alone on the Sea

Never know what you're gonna feel
So rotten, so rotten here
Don't you fret, Monsieur Marius
The snow won't stick to the weeping willows

Cosette, it's turned so cold
There's a new sound
Why don't you drive through my heart?
She said she'd meet me in the bar at the Plaza Hotel

You're a song written by the hands of God
Live in my house, I'll be your shelter
My poor lover arrives at my door
High in a tower, like yours was, but higher

Take back what they've taken
I can't remember the last time that we kissed goodbye
One day I woke up, woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Baby, no, it's not that I don't care

Here I come again now, baby
He's a very nice prince
Well I come from a land, from a faraway place
This is a call to the colorblind



It almost makes twisted sense in places, but... then in the rest of the places, it's like... huh?

Man, I almost wanna do this thing like ten more times.

Ugh, gotta go to work in an hour.
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[personal profile] sabinetzin 2008-11-28 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
...Dude, the third and last stanzas make perfect sense.

[identity profile] withdiamonds.livejournal.com 2008-11-29 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
And now NEXT WINDOW, PLEASE, is stuck in my head.