Without music, no flavour. In your good times and sad times, songs are there to voice the emotions and track your life. Some letters invite us to acknowledge and pay tribute to the same band. See what today brings. Post your song title poem in the comments and share it on notes and maybe even do your own post about it. Post the link in comments if you do. No one’s counting if you’ve stayed for all the previous letters. They are there for you to go back, read, post and add.
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 T.
Tanita Tikaram
If I knew
Only the ones we love
For all these years
My love
We almost got it together
The day before you came
Love story
I like this
Back in your arms
Everyday is new
Don’t let the cold
World outside my window
I might be crying
Dust on my shoes
Valentine Heart
I think of you
The capuccino song
Twist in my sobriety
THIN LIZZY
In a bar in DUBLIN, on the banks of the Liffey, where we'd met and fell in love and learnt too many BAD HABITS what seemed like a lifetime ago, we found ourselves sitting across from each other once again.
As some SLOW BLUES played in the bakground, we tried to make some small talk and avoid anything flirtatious, but there were things that I had to say, words that were fighting to leave my lips and I couldn't contain them any longer. When I looked at my OLD FLAME, even just for a moment, I felt young again. I felt like I was home. And if there was even the slightest chance our BROKEN DREAMS could become real again, then I had to take it, and so I told her: "I'm STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU."
SARAH didn't reply for what seemed like forever. Then she threw her Guinness on me, and said I had no right to be saying those things and confusing her two days before her wedding. And I broke out into a COLD SWEAT, until I noticed the smile just starting to form at the corners of her mouth.
If I was serious, we would have to LEAVE THIS TOWN, she said, there would be no way to stay once everything had been thrown into chaos.
And she was right. We'd have to GET OUT OF HERE. Too many people would be looking for a SHOWDOWN. Her family and her now former husband-to-be had never liked me much to begin with, and claiming her as my SWEETHEART just two days before she was due to get married would be the last straw.
But as we both agreed, it was better than doing it two days after... 😎