A Wolf with Feathers

I know this is a day late and Friday's post will be late too, but anyway here's the Thursday poem/lyric.

Funeral Blues by W H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I forgot to post yesterday so before we start here's the Tuesday Prompt - Leafiness.

And now for the exercise.

I got this idea from im_writing on LiveJournal and you can see her original post here

So post this on your website, in your journals, on your mailing lists and see what happens.

1. Pick a fandom (or, at least one I'm familiar with.  If you don't know, then pick one you like and ask me if I know it.  But this won't work that well with a fandom I'm unfamiliar with.)
2. Give me ten songs (whether you choose them or just stick your iTunes on shuffle, I don't care.)
3. Leave both in a comment to this post
4. I will provide 10 drabbles to go along with your songs/fandom.

Today's word is -

Lazy

I didn't bother with yesterday's round up since I only restarted the blog on Thursday but I will update my word count in a moment.

So with that out of the way, on to today's book review, which is "The 3am Epiphany - Uncommon Writing Exercises" by Brian Kiteley.

Today's prompts is -

Alternate Dimension

The much delayed part II in my series on magic.

Magic users and magical heroes aka oh God not another poor stable-boy who is the only person who can save the world, whether he wants to or not plot!

I would like to apologise for the long hiatus. Real life happened. I was actually ready to be back a couple of days ago but I figured I might as well make a fresh start with the new month. Hopefully I shan't vanish again this year.

And now for today's prompt -

Boys in Bars (Bacon Brothers)

Now you could hear that jukebox pound
But you could barely see inside
Now rumor had it years ago
Is where that girl had died
Now why they caled it a cafe
Well I never understood
Cause there aint no tables on the street
The coffee tastes like mud
But every night at five o'clock
They'd start to come around
We'd begin to set em up
And they would knock em down
Sometime after midnight
With a pocket full of green
We'd lock the doors and step outside
And our days would begin
Cause we were boys in bars
Runnin over the shootin stars
Cruisin Broadway without cars
We were gonna take that town
Nothin there would knock us down
That old apple would be ours
George was a lawyer
In an old Brooks Brothers suit
And Glen worked for homicide
He had a pistol in his boot
Franco was a sculptor
Who looked something like an eagle
Chas did a lot of things
And none of them were legal
Debbi was a waitress
And she came all the way from Queens
Sit around and wonder how
She got into those jeans
Nicky tended bar
So he always drank for free
Johnny was a lover
And he taught everything to me
And we were boys in bars
Cool as ice cubes, Sharp as darts
Runnin down all those lonely hearts
All that liquid goes
All those lives we sewed
All those medals all those scars
Last night I was thinkin back
To those sweet old Disco days
But you know the memories were cloudy
Through that thick Marlboro haze
Freezin outside 54's
Just hopin he'd pick me
Skiing down Columbus
Just like Jean Claude Killey
Back before the ticking clcok
Made all of us it's slave
And back before the search for love
Could put you in your grave
I'd never trade the days I lost
For the years that I have found
Sometimes late at night
I can hear that jukebox pound
And we were boys in bars
Runnin over the shootin stars
Cruisin Broadway without cars
We were gonna take that town
Nothin there would knock us down
That old apple would be ours
Boys in bars
We were boys in bars
Runnin over the shootin stars
Boys in bars
We were boys in bars
Cruisin Broadway without cars
Boys in bars
We were boys in bars
Cool as ice cubes sharp as darts
Boys in bars
We were boys in bars
Runnin down all those lonely hearts