Last month a prompt was the word Cardigan. It appeared in a song by a famous singer songwriter. I took the word and remembered the band The Cardigans, fronted by the lovely Nina Persson. I remember seeing the Cardigans back in the day when they were starting out. They were a huge hit in Japan, before Europe and America picked up on their music.
So I took a bunch of song titles and wrote a poem. It started with the a song I could remember first and you can read that poem and some of the comments here on my publication.
I would not even know if this is a copyright issue as the lines are all quotes from titles. We all like our music and we have different tastes in music.
Let’s dedicate the month of May to write poems about favourite bands by using song titles only. My understanding is we can use song titles, don’t change them in anyway and don’t talk badly about the band/song if you wish to stay out of trouble.
Each day in May will have a letter assigned. So, in alphabetical order. Today it’s a band or singer starting with L.
Living Colour
I want to know
Which way to America
Elvis is Dead
This is the life
Desperate people
Go Away
Glamour Boys
Time’s up
Open letter
Love rears its ugly head
Leave it alone
Ignorance is bliss
LED ZEPPELIN
Relaxing on the chaise longue in Dr. KASHMIR's office, I slowly felt myself beginning to open up.
"I guess I'm here because of what happened that day by THE OCEAN", I said.
"Go on", said the Doctor, starting to write furiously in his notebook.
"I was with my FRIENDS", I said, "And I remember there was this huge BLACK DOG there. A stray, I think. THAT'S THE WAY it looked, at least. It was dishevelled. And I wanted to throw a stick for it to chase, but one stick didn't seem big enough, so I tied FOUR STICKS together."
"And then what happened?"
"I threw them. But that extra weight made them go further than I was expecting. And well... DOWN BY THE SEASIDE there tends to be a lot of cliffs."
"This is good", said the Doctor, "You're finally willing to admit how this all started. This is truly a CELEBRATION DAY."
"How what started?" I said, feeling myself beginning to become DAZED AND CONFUSED.
I let him RAMBLE ON, trying to figure out how long I had been here. A year. Maybe five. Had TEN YEARS GONE?
The Doctor flipped his notebook over to a new page.
"Are you ready to talk about DARLENE?" He asked softly.
But by that point my mind had already started to shut down again, and all semblances of coherent thought were fading away like the sun IN THE EVENING. While my sanity... My sanity had taken flight, and fled, OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY... 😎