1. To play, you turn on whatever music player you use and put it on Shuffle.
2. Start writing based on the TITLE of each song that plays.
3. You start when the song starts and stop when it's over.
No going back to change things (except typos and such, of course) or add new sentences on, once the song is done.
4. Post the title of the song, the artist and the length of the song.

Do as many as you like but I chose to do five.

Disclaimer: I did let myself skip songs that were in Japanese and I edit as I go, so changed a few words here and there before the song ended. I also quoted the lyrics of one song and when I looked up the lyrics of the last one, they were so appropriate that I've included a link to them.)

I will probably do more of these as I feel very warmed up now. Plus, we get to see what's in each other's music collection (all 60GB).

I Don't Want to Be Your Shadow - Psychedelic Furs 3:39

He wasn't bitter. He needed it. He loved it. He even loved Sherlock. But there were times when John Watson had to remind himself that he was an ex-army doctor. That he had a life and career that was not dependent upon six feet of adventure. But every time his phone buzzed and the familiar initials appeared, he was off again, resolve forgotten in the heady rush of adrenalin and endorphins that saved him from redundancy. Could he still be alive if he weren't in Sherlock's shadow? But if he was in Sherlock's shadow could he still be John Watson?

You Make Me Cry – Bill Nelson 2:30

Molly needed a new hobby because the ones she had just weren't cutting it. Sure Toby was a great listener, but there are limits to the companionship one can get from a cat. The blog; that had led to Jim and Jim had led to heartbreak and outright terror and ultimately humiliation. Why couldn't she get over a man who was cruel to her most of the time and dismissed her with a wave of his hand?
Who do I dream about, only you.

Lead a Normal Life – Peter Gabriel 4:02

One thing that Sherlock Holmes kept hidden deep within his imaginary heart, inside his thin chest under the clothes that he wore as armor, was the fact that yes, sometimes he had wanted a normal life. Sometimes he still did. When he was a child and the other children taunted him and the teachers were afraid of him. Even geniuses need friends. At Uni when he needed someone to tell him why he was there. In his 20s when a normal life would have stopped the pain that only coke was ever able to fill.

And now, now that he had John Watson, the terribly, wonderfully normal John Watson he wished for John's sake that he could be, for once normal. That he didn't run headlong into danger because it was all he knew how to do, and that he didn't keep putting John there for the same reason.

Choke – The Cardigans 3:20

Do you know why Sherlock Holmes needs to wear a scarf ALL THE BLOODY TIME? Because people like to choke him (oh, not like that—get your mind out of the gutter). That long, slender stem is just too much to resist. The limbs are flailing: could kick you with those pointed toes on the end of long flexible legs, or poke you in the eye with a bony finger. But the throat—now that's just a soft, vulnerability waiting to be exploited. Of course, it doesn't occur to the great detective that if he didn't offer villains a garrote to use, THEY MIGHT NOT BE SO TEMPTED now would they?

Lay All Your Love on Me – Information Society 3:23

I don't know how to tell you, John. I need you in a way that I have never needed anyone before and I doubt that I ever will again. I don't think that you love me in the same way. And it frustrates me that I don't know, because I am not used to not knowing what people are thinking at a moment's glance. But that is just one more reason that I need you. You make me aware of the world around me. You are my solar system and I don't want to delete you, ever. I have never been loved. Can you tell me what it's like?

Which I guess is ABBA, but I have the Information Society version.