crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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Nov-26-2007 23:49
So a while back, there was a very short-lived thread on the message boards entitled "lines from a book". But the guy who started it just really doesn't play well with others and every post on it (including my own) sort of comes off like literary snobbery.
That's no way to build community. It occurred to me a little earlier that the literary form most (particularly young) people know best is popular song. Plus I'm sure I'm not the only one who could use a few leads on interesting music. So show us a bit of lyrical wizardry. The lines don't have to be deep, but try to keep them interesting. And SHORT! No pee breaks allowed :)
For example:
"You're in his car getting high
pair of fuzzy dice in the dashboard light
Supertoke and the smoke is in his eyes
Your head is swimming with the anticipation.
Suddenly, you're puking out the window
with your pants around your knees.
But he's a nice boy, so he drops you on your street"
Lyrics from the song 'Almost Summer', by Jason Collett,
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Cordelia Falco
Battered Shoe
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Dec-8-2007 12:56
Crickets are chirpin', the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window's wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask
Somebody said from the bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man in the long black coat.
Preacher was talking, there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.
There are no mistakes in life, some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
But people don't live or die, people just float
She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
Tree trunks uprooted 'neath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beatin' on a dead horse
She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the long black coat.
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