Friday, June 15, 2012


Three little birds, sat on my window. 

The music wafted in from my own open window.

And they told me I don't need to worry. 

As if it were that easy... I felt myself shaking my head.

Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet

It's so freakin' hot in here. It's like an oven.

Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

I glanced out the window. Stillness.

Darker than usual as the moon appeared to be hiding.

Where was that music coming from?

Was that a voice singing along?

I pressed my face against the pane. Couldn't see a thing.

Girl put your records on.

There WAS someone singing.

Tell me your favorite song.

I found myself humming. Smiling even.

You go ahead, let your hair down.

Then I heard it.

A single gunshot.

Just go ahead let your hair down.

Only one voice this time.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere,


** Lyrics from Put Your Records On, Corrine Bailey Rae


  1. First, I love that song. Second, GUNSHOT??? I was lulling and bobbing along with the song- feeling all fancy free (albeit hot) and then gunshot???

    You take no prisoners girl. :-) I like.

    I've been writing about death all week, so you fit in my mind well. ;-)

  2. Wow. That was totally unexpected. Nice job of creating a great scene with that twist in so few words!

  3. I wasn't expecting that at all! I like the contrast of the peace and the shock of the gunshot.

  4. I loved the conversation that the listener was having with the song. The presence of another person at first seemed secondary to that dialogue. Which perfectly setup the genius ending, especially haunting with the music still playing.

  5. Definitely not expecting that ending! Nice shock with those last lines

  6. you drew a vivid story and I love the juxtaposition of the lyrics!!!

  7. Uhm, so I'll repeat cuz I'm speechless...



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