The Emerald City

poetry in music

Posted in Uncategorized by Scaramouche on 1 March, 2009

*Put your MP3-player/playlist 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.*


I Can’t Stand To See It No More

Touch my skin and tell me what you’re thinking
If I was a simple man
If I needed someone to love
Lives in the hourglass

I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
Here I stand
If I were you
Lovely Rita, meter maid

Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
Have you seen the well-to-do
In about an hour
Every drop of rain that falls

Now that I’ve lost everything to you
Trudging slowly over wet sand
I am he is you are he
Now you say you love me

Ain’t no mountain high
Walk into the room
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
If God could talk