A Story Using Song Lyrics

I have decided to write a story using the song lyrics from the music listed in the post below. It is an evolving story so I may adapt and adjust it numerous times. And I should add that I will pull from different sections of the song and may use the same piece several times.

It is the story of a boy and a girl.

Here is the start. More to come.

“There are places I’ll remember,
all my life though some have changed.
Some forever not for better,
some have gone and some remain.
All these places have their moments,
with lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living,
in my life I’ve loved them all.”
In My Life- The Beatles

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

It Was A Very Good Year- Frank Sinatra

Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket and a head full of dreams.
He said somehow, some way, it’s gotta get better than this.
Patti packed her bags, left a note for her momma, she was just seventeen,
There were tears in her eyes when she kissed her little sister goodbye.

They held each other tight as they drove on through the night they were so exited.
We got just one shot of life, let’s take it while we’re still not afraid.
Because life is so brief and time is a thief when you’re undecided.
And like a fistful of sand, it can slip right through your hands.

Young hearts be free tonight. time is on your side,
Don’t let them put you down, don’t let ’em push you around,
Don’t let ’em ever change your point of view.

Young Turks- Rod Stewart
I’ve fallen in love
I’ve fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it’s for real
I’ve fallen in love yeah
God knows God knows I’ve fallen in love

I Want To Break Free- Queen

Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try “No Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Subterranean Homesick Blues- Bob Dylan

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why
It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)- Green Day

Look at us we’re beautiful,
All the people push and pull but,
Let’s just go out and ride,
Talk about the things we’ve tried
Look at us we’re beautiful,
All the people push and pull but,
They’ll never get inside,
We got too much to hide

Beautiful- Moby

Babe, baby, baby, I’m Gonna Leave You.
I said baby, you know I’m gonna leave you.
I’ll leave you when the summertime,
Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin’
Leave you when the summer comes along.

Babe I’m Gonna Leave You- Led Zeppelin

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don’t understand what happened to our love

Boys of Summer- Don Henley

Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice Inside my head said, “Don’t look back. You can never look back.”
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-

Boys of Summer- Don Henley

Won’t you please talk to me
If you’d just talk to me
Unblock this misery
If you’d only talk to me
Don’t you ever change your mind
Now your future’s so defined
And you act so deaf so blind
Come on, come talk to me
Come talk to me, come talk to me

Come Talk To Me- Peter Gabriel

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  1. PsychoToddler June 1, 2005 at 12:11 am

    The Yeomans were all girls. In miniskirts.

  2. Jack's Shack May 31, 2005 at 8:53 pm

    As long as you were not Yeoman Smith. He always had two lines before he was eaten by the monster. 😉

  3. PsychoToddler May 31, 2005 at 8:24 pm

    That’s a cool idea. My roommate and I used to have all “Star Trek” days, where the only conversation allowed had to come from Star Trek dialogue.

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