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Misheard song lyrics?
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Reading time: 1.43 406 words Hey Reader, For years I thought the lyrics were: Your socks are on fire. One of my faves is: I’m sorry Miss Jackson I am four eels I never meant to make your daughter cry I am just four fish and not a guy I’m a notorious lyric-bungler and also a notorious maker-upper of alternative lyrics to well-known songs. You might think I’m singing the classic hymn All Things Bright and Beautiful as I stride over a Brecon Beacon, but if you listen closely you’ll hear something more like “I am fighting socks today, why do they hate me so? They’re much more wild than wonderful, they’re eating my big toe” so there’s that. But I also use this notion as a creative play prompt and I’m sharing it with you today. Start your week with a little silliness and get your brain playing with ideas. Your creative promptChoose a song you enjoy (or one you hate!) Pick one verse or the chorus, and write new lyrics for it. Maybe something to do with what you do for work. Or just funny. Or topical! Don’t overthink it. It doesn’t have to be good. Nobody else has to see it. Allow yourself to be silly. Here’s what I mean. Engage Fresh Prince mode… This is a story all about how Your words get flipped turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll show you how to write funner than that AI user there. In a field in Herefordshire, surrounded by sheep In a spiderweb is where I spent most of my days Reading, writing, messin’ about all cool And all bustin up my grammar and breaking the rules When a couple of tech bros who were up to no good Started makin trouble in the art neighbourhood I saw one too many word salads and pulled out my hair And said it’s time to show these people how to write with flair So, yeah. Have fun. And if you like this kind of thing, watch this space because I’m launching my Uncaged prompt adventure again soon! TTFN, Vicky 🫡 p.s. Know someone who might enjoy this email? Please forward it to them and get them to sign up here. p.p.s. if you’re looking for a writing coach, I’m taking on two new clients in November. Want to be one of them? Drop me a line by return.
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