from nixwilliams

Put your music 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 song is the title.

Falling feels like flying till you hit the ground

Winter is here again, oh Lord,
I got a crack in my windshield
Hear the whistle blowin' so long
I swapped my innocence for pride

Hey now the well run dry
Junkies down in Brooklyn are going crazy
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin'
You put the boom boom into my heart

When you go to Rwanda, Congo,
Son, you've got a way to fall

Your own personal Jesus,
She was sittin' at a bar in LAX

I never meant to be so bad to you,
With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat
Walk out into velvet
Got no future, great big past

Oh no, not he,
Talk to me softly

If it keeps on rainin', the levee is going to break
If you be my star, I'll be your sky

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when
Untie me, I've said no vows
Seventeen a nature's queen, ya know what I mean
I've got the key to the highway

well, it could've been worse! i kind of like it! i like the "jesus/she" part. teehee. and i like the last stanza. it makes perfect sense on its own!