Simply this: I’ll start with a line from a song. All you have to do is follow it up with another lyric that makes sense as a follow on. It can be from any style, any genre, any era but must keep the “story” flowing. Try not to repeat the same song or line. If you want to put the song and artist in brackets you may do so (let’s keep the pedants at bay…). So, to begin:
“You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you…”
I went home with the waitress. The way I always do.
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
I vowed to my God I’d give it all up
If he would bring her on down from heaven
Times were so tough but not as tough as they are now. We were so close and nothing came between us and the world. No personal situations. Thick as thieves us, we’d stick together for all time. And we meant it….but it turned out just for a while.
We were wrong, we were wrong, but so young, and so very in love.
Chapter 2
I had a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell, but I never did like it all that much and one day the axe just fell. So, I drifted down to New Orleans….
*something needs to happen now*
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
And the good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
and I booked myself in at the YWCA
I said, “I like it here, can I stay?
I like it here, can I stay?
Do you have a vacancy for a back-scrubber?”
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And the lights all went out in Massachusetts.
I woke up with the power out, not really something to shout about
I guess we’re we’re just dancing in the dark?
All we need is a drummer
For people who only need a beat
I’m gonna add a little guitar
And make it easy to move your feet
You’d better run, you’d better hide
You’d better lock the house and keep the kids inside
and
Run for the sun, little one
You’re an outlaw once again
Time to change, Superman
He’ll be with us while he can
In the land of make believe
Oh, I’ve been to Nice and the isles of Greece where I sipped champagne on a yacht. I’ve moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed ’em what I’ve got. I’ve been undressed by kings and I’ve seen some things that a woman ain’t s’posed to see. I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me.
I don’t think I’m different or in any way unique
Think about yourself for a minute
And you’ll find the answer in it
Everyone’s a freak
freak out!
But first, let me take a selfie
“Take it easy, take it easy, don’t let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy”, he said. “Easy like a Sunday morning.”
[Whoops… I worried about someone getting in first. How do I edit?]
Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten,
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transfered through moments of days underseaarching earth
Revelaing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose,
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructors sharp
And tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Won’t to follow, only tunes of a different age.
As the links span our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.
…….”Arf!”, she said………
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall…
No, they’ll never get me up in one of these again.
Cos I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again…
I don’t want a holiday in the Sun
Where the weather is much better
And the food is so much cheaper.
But we arrived at our hotel just after two
and met a family from Bradford that we knew
So sunshine help me
Sunshine help me
take this pain away
sunshine help me
Pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, dollar bills, hundred dollar bills.
Who’s makin’ all the money?
It ain’t me, babe
I gave it all away
So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Because it’s raining – raining in my heart.
So, I’m going to go out and let myself get, absolutely soaking wet
From my pocket I pick a Pac-a-mac
I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
Sayin’ that’s the way it goes.
I put all the love and beauty
In the spirit of the night
And I’m holding my ticket tight
I could be the ticket-man at Fulham Broadway station
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
Your wasted words will never be heard,
go home baby and watch it on tv.
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.
Me, I wanna be Bob Dylan.
Mr Jones wants to be something just a little more funky
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
A new one…
There she is – sitting there
(Randy Newman since you asked)
In a room full of Chippendale which nobody sits in
Oh Annie,
Dreamboat Annie
Annie, I’m not your Daddy
My son calls another man daddy
Normal cos’ he was adopted legally.
don’t know, it’s just not
Like normal people do
You’re not running around
In your underpants, are you?