Group Project: Fix That Song (due Nov. 2)

The words that follow are the words to an actual song. Unfortunately, the words have become a bit mixed up. Your assignment is to take these words and make a new song. It does not matter if the new song lines are similar to the old song--all that matters is that the song should be put together using correct English. Try your best to use each words once and to use only the words contained below (but you can add extra words if you absolutely have to). Work together in a group of 2 to 4 people (but no more). Bring your song lines to our next class.


don't forget
piece of gum
brought
cried
Jamaican
never
said
rum
when
then
waste
and then
deaf
everybody
leave
went back
something
then
loved
she
give
thumbs
don't
in the dirt
screamed
her
spit
waste
must
I
buttoned
just
until
and
that
waited
everyone
else
but
she
gallantly
breaking
I
and
when
face
some
for
she
said
it was
stood
my
drum
your
clear
handed
very
out
hummed
where
tried
after
did
what
words
come
that
much
covered
it
eyes
said
for
she
took
her
shoe
they
are
something
and
tapped
get
felt
hallway
better
sense
leaned
was
she
on
through
outside
lies
back
there
how
her
last
worked
crutch
my
straightened
said
and
forgotten
her
wheelchair
got
stood
you
up
suit
picture
left
I
hands
to
they
asked
don't
so
she
walked
shirt
I
get
boot
my
got
and
forced
my
threw
went
floor
cute
my
finding
until
pockets
with
she
knocked
get
it
dear
against
gum
face
drawer
thought
fell
filled
words
and
I
up
crutch
to
you
me
then
took
my
was
time
asked
don't
never
when
I
was
now
and

Poems

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

-Langston Hughes

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The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak
They try to get their parties to mix
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs more
If only they lived on another floor.

-Ogden Nash

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In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter--bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-Stephen Crane

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I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman--
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root--
Let there be commerce between us.

-Ezra Pound

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"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,

"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."


"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,

"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."


All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.


Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

-Bob Dylan

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No labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made,
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America,
Nor literary success nor intellect, nor book for the book-shelf,
But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave,
For comrades and lovers.

-Walt Whitman