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Song Lyric Group Story

This is a group story where you add to the story ONLY using song lyrics. You have to put your song lyrics artist/song in parenthesis. The story can be humorous or serious...wherever it goes. Have fun! Each person can post as much as you want!

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Latest Activity: Feb 9, 2013

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Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on January 11, 2011 at 9:31pm
"Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Happy Happy Joy Joy
Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy"   (Ren and Stimpy)
Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on January 11, 2011 at 4:14pm

Sing a song with me to lift your worries

Sing a song with me to touch your heart

Sing a song with me to move you mountains sing with me (medley)

Sing,sing a song sing out loud sing it strong

sing of good things,not bad

sing of happy,not sad 

sing sing a song,make it simple to last a whole life long

don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear

just sing sing a song la la ...lalala,la la ...lalala.et.   (!-wally harper 2?- sesame st)

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on January 11, 2011 at 3:59pm
"There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James"   (James Taylor)
Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on January 11, 2011 at 3:09pm

I stand at your gate & the song that I sing is of moonlight

I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in theJune light 

I sing you and bring you 

A Moonlight Serenade                      (Glen Miller)

Comment by Ruthie Snow Cruce on January 11, 2011 at 1:33pm
the changing of sunlight to moonlight
reflections of my life
oh how they fill my eyes.

Reflections of my life ( Marmalade)
Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on January 10, 2011 at 4:20pm
"Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor
One less man to walk in
One less pair of jeans upon your door
One less voice a-talkin'

But tomorrow's a dream away and today has turned to dust
Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust
If that's the way that you want it well that's the way I want it more
Cause there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin'
Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on you floor in the mornin' "

(Jim Croce)
Comment by Ilene Nancy Cooper on January 10, 2011 at 1:11pm

One less bell to answer ,one less egg to fry

One less man to pick up after I should be happy but all I do is cry cry no more laughter,oh why did he go ?

Comment by Robert P. Meyer Jr. on January 10, 2011 at 10:17am

" Well, let me sleep on it, baby, baby,

let me sleep on it.

Let me sleep on it and I'll give you an answer in the morning." (Meatloaf)

Comment by Polar on January 10, 2011 at 1:33am

"Well, I woke up this morning,

And I got myself a beer,

Well, I woke up this morning, 

And I got myself a beer,

'Cause the future's uncertain,

And the end is always near' - ("Roadhouse Blues" - Jim Morrison)

Comment by Polar on January 10, 2011 at 1:29am

"Well, I woke up Sunday morning, no way to hold my head that didn't hurt,

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had another for dessert,

Fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt,

Shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day,

 

I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he'd been kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken,

And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way,

 

On the Sunday morning sidewalks,

Wishing Lord that I was stoned,

'Cause there's something in a Sunday, 

That makes a body feel alone,

And there's nothing short of dying,

Half as lonesome as the sound,

Of the sleeping city sidewalks,

Sunday morning comin' down."  (Kris Kristofferson)

 

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