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Dec. 6th, 2008 10:25 amBrought to you by the hell that is my hangover*: the song poem meme. Shuffle songs, write down 1st 20 lines, 21st is the title. Borrowed from
jonem and
ravurian Heh.
Under normal circumstances this is completely unacceptable
Things go right and things go left
If I had my way, if I had my way
They say that we’d never remember
You always wanted a lover, I only wanted a job
North is south, empty
White lines on your mind keep it steady
There’s bed in your eyes but there’s nothing there to trust
So far away, come on, I’ll take you far away
I wonder what we’ll play for you tonight
Please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me
London calling, speak the slang now
Baby, a song for every season
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
And I just can’t help believing though believing sees me cursed
Hi hi, we’re the weather girls and have we got news for you
Standing in this spooky town
One night like this when the world’s a bit amiss
Tried to find my sock, no good it’s lost
You never alter, you’re always you
She’s often filled up my heart with nothing
*Husband's work Christmas do. Featuring an booze-fuelled encounter with the extremely distinguished ex-head of the department where I did my Ph.D. I may have...lectured him about the organisation of the National Health Service. I may have done some other things too. Aieeeeeee.
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Under normal circumstances this is completely unacceptable
Things go right and things go left
If I had my way, if I had my way
They say that we’d never remember
You always wanted a lover, I only wanted a job
North is south, empty
White lines on your mind keep it steady
There’s bed in your eyes but there’s nothing there to trust
So far away, come on, I’ll take you far away
I wonder what we’ll play for you tonight
Please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me
London calling, speak the slang now
Baby, a song for every season
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
And I just can’t help believing though believing sees me cursed
Hi hi, we’re the weather girls and have we got news for you
Standing in this spooky town
One night like this when the world’s a bit amiss
Tried to find my sock, no good it’s lost
You never alter, you’re always you
She’s often filled up my heart with nothing
*Husband's work Christmas do. Featuring an booze-fuelled encounter with the extremely distinguished ex-head of the department where I did my Ph.D. I may have...lectured him about the organisation of the National Health Service. I may have done some other things too. Aieeeeeee.