Adele- "Hometown Glory"

I've been walking in the same way as I did
Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering"

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I've met
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world

I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides

Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Shows that we ain't gonna take it
Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united

Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I've met

Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world

Sunday Song- "Buildings" by Regina Spektor

He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
He was a husband who drove his wife home
And in the car he would lean her head gently  against  the side door window
And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
But she would always always wake up the next morning
And he'd take one look at her and say oh, oh it’s ok,
And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings
Oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And she would ask for time
And she'd ask for time
And she would beg for time,
And she would beg for time
And beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time
And he'd give her time
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

And it was coffee and coffee and coffee
And coffee and coffee and coffee some more
He'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
And by the time he came back
She'd scrub the bathroom and make it smell like pine
It would be almost as if nothing had happened
And he'd give her time, saying;

They build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings,
Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings,
They build buildings so tall these days

And she would ask for time
And she'd ask for time
And she would beg for time,
And she would beg for time
And beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time
And he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

He was a husband…
Don't they build buildings so tall these days...

Ballad Assignment

English Poetry Assignment:

"Write a ballad. It has to have repetition and it also has to be based on true events. It can be tragic/sad/violent/dramatic or inspirational."

RESULT:

That Horrible Monster: A Ballad 

That horrible monster with the name I can’t pronounce

That ate him

Swallowed him whole

That horrible monster that took it’s time

No rush, no hurry

Slow and steady got the job done

That horrible monster that loves to bring pain

Pain, that not only him, but everyone else felt

But didn’t show it

That horrible monster that left a hole in people’s hearts

A void which can’t be filled

That never goes away

That horrible monster that took him

It didn’t leave a note, an apology letter

Just enough of an enigma to keep you wondering, but angry

That horrible monster that just keeps fighting

It never gets along with anyone

And it never will give up.

(Well, in the end it sort of ended up becoming a poem thing, like all of my writing turns out. But... It fits the requirements and it's pretty emotional to me so I guess that's all that matters.)