Make a story....
 

Out of different song lyrics :)

Two lines from a different song from the previous post, that will fit in or help shape the story.

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all

Let me tell you bout hard work.
Minimum wage with a baby on the way

Workin 9 to 5 What a way to make a livin
Barely gettin by Its all takin And no givin

Take this job and shove it.
I ain't workin here no more..................

I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you

Workin' for a livin', livin' and workin'
I'm taking what they giving 'cause I'm working for a livin'

this plot seems to be mired in some kind of weird lyrics association tangent.

so.....after they decided they hated their jobs......

They made up their minds And they started packing
They left before the sun came up that day

Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.

packed my bags last night, pre-flight [/Shatner]

you guys must write for the department of redundancy dept.

you guys must write for the department of redundancy dept.

what?

chicken butt

Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album honky château

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And i think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i'm a chicken butt
Chicken butt burning out his fuse up here alone


Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A chiucken butt, a chicken butt


And i think it's gonna be a long long time...

:eyebrow:

I'm sorry back to the story...

Frost the snow man was a jolly happy soul.

With a corn cob pipe, and a button nose, and two eyes made out of coal.

They tried to make me go to rehab
and I said no no no.

Only shadows ahead, barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief

I know this could work. What if we were allowed to add a few sentences of our own, then the two lines from a new song? Just don't want to see a good idea die.

Go for it Harry :D

I read this this morning before work, and nothing came to me at the moment, was hoping after thinking about it all day, instead of work, that I would have a brilliant idea. I've got nothin.

No brilliant ideas here, perhaps, but let another Harry have a go ;) .....

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair

The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"

Murder is only one step away
Notre Dame is ringing her bells
This night in Paris
May be your last

So you better go back to your bars
your temples, your massage parlours

they headed down south
and their still runnin today

Paranoia strikes deep.
Into your life it will creep.

So don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feeling.

But back home he’ll always run
To sweet melissa... mmm...

she held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight

I went today...maybe I will go again...Tomorrow!
And the music there it was hauntingly...Familiar!

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.

so far away from the garden we love
she is what moves in the soul of a dove