all manner of malady come to be seen

I found a version of this online and thought it looked astounding, so naturally I decided to give it a whirl. First, you open your iTunes and put it on shuffle. Then you write a poem using the first audible line of each song. Mine shall go like this:

I am thinking it's a sign
I am born to hang
sweet talkin' Johnny push a john quicker than he spit
you may be an ambassador to England or France
however hard I try, I crawl when I should fly

Many men have battled,
I see thy love in the distance
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
take leave the conscious mind
when you're back in your old neighborhood

You took it back
another year has gone by
let's take a ride to the easy plateau
the first time I saw you
here we go.

I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
feels like you're miles from here,
I thought about my life
born a poor young country boy

Stickshifts and safetybelts
I think that it's time to get out
throw my ticket out the window
Cain said to Abel

Closer away from the boundaries
she says "wake up, it's no use pretending"
soon ends our stay here and it's been fun.
I don't want to be your friend
today’s been a career day

I shoulda known better with a girl like you
on it's on, I declare my room a scene
something in the way she eases my mind
the final phase
golly Sandra

and I heard a voice through the dischord
white moon, white moon breaks open the tomb
all manner of malady come to be seen

When Our Feet Touch The Bottom (That's How I'll Know)

This is about the 10th or 11th song I've written this past month (November). I like to think of it as a fun sorta song about how a person may think their life is going good and proper when in actuality it's crumbling apart and they're just letting it all unfold, not lifting a finger to change its course. I was going to call it Quick Sand but that was just way too cliché for me. I think it's in the key of C#:

I think there's a communication breakdown
there must be some kinda trouble
I'm paralyzed and can't make a sound
my heartbeat, I think it's doubled
thought we was standin on solid ground
turns out we was sinkin in quick sand
shall we grasp hands 'fore we slip down?
you grab my hand but it slips outta yer hand

I'm sinkin down down down
we're sinkin down down down
there's nobody around round round
hush, don't make a sound sound sound

The more you fight it the worse it gets
take a deep breath, your last one
and sink to the bottom