Sunday, January 24, 2010

1-24-09 Sitting On The Edge Of The Quay

Did I mention that I hate writing lyrics? Okay, I don't hate it, but it's something that doesn't come to me as naturally as I'd like. Many times, it's helpful to have constraints to narrow down what to say. In the case of this song, the constraint was that the last word in each line had to come from the game of Scrabble that Sarah and I had played that night. 'Quay' and 'zombie' were the most interesting words we could muster. As much as I love zombies, I don't think I rose to meet the challenge in the most engaging way. It was just one of those days.

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