Stolen from tabular_rasa: An intriguing first line poetry music

[juushika]

Stolen from tabular_rasa, a meme that I'm actually in love with—and a music meme, no less! This is unusual.

Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.

Simple, I know, but the results are intriguing—sometimes funny, sometimes unexpectedly deep, but lines tend to find a way to group together rather tellingly. century_eyes: if you're still in search of some ideal-fuel for writing or photo'ing or otherwise creating a story, there's a lot to be found this way—it's making me itch to write, myself. True to form, I cannot leave well alone and took the liberty to skip a few songs and rearrange others, more in the second set than the first (there are two because it's hard to stop with just one). The second is also longer because ... it wanted to be.

The first, pulled off my personal playlist on Zune:

You know my darling I can't stand to sleep alone
The dreams are coming, wild and still
I have worked out every small detail
For those who slept

Doctors have come from distant cities just to see me
C'mon Billie, come to me
I have driven those roads so many times
Well it's three a.m., I'm out here riding again

Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
I am in love with you
Just for now
Unknown, talks to unknown

Doing the mess around
Who made up all the rules?
Mother spent ten years sitting by a window (scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack)
A retinue of moons, of icy moons

In and out on this same path that I followed for years
Hang on, traveling woman
Here's the day you hoped would never come.
I don't mind being alone.

For the second, culled from a few of my Pandora stations:

I see the bad moon arising
I haven't seen you, dear
I take offer of your open window, oh
Somewhere, sunshine burns

Half underwater
There's no cure, so why should I care?
And so thought: I can go where they won't
River's gone dry

Strange love
Where are we?
Wanton play, she's so vague and vogue
This is how it works:

It is cruel
It's not the time
I didn't mean it
Stella Marie, you're my star

All you deserve is
Fair thee well
What would you do if you knew how much I wanted you?
Nothing is certain at this time of day

Let's take a walk together
Rest up in the gentle sway
I saw you in my bedroom again last night
I let the beast in too soon

I love the story in the first, which came together all by its onesie (I only had to help with the last line, which initially wanted to be "Hello, boys"—good but not so complete). The second mixes its metaphors a bit, but I love where it gets to—especially "I saw you in my bedroom again last night / I let the beast in too soon," which is begging to find a story to settle in. It meshes so well with all the Kiernan I've been (re)reading that I just can't get it out of my head. Ah, but I blather. It's a fun meme. You should post you less-tortured, potentially more amusing takes on it.