Poetry is alive in the lyrics of songs

I hate the movie Moulin Rouge. Hate it. But here I am, proving my hypocrisy. See if you can name every song used.

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique; a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see. But now, after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery, serving something beyond me. I wish I was a slave to an age old trade, like riding around on railcars and working long days. If I had an orchard I’d work ‘til I’m sore. I am going to blow up my TV, go to the country and build myself a home. Damn that television! We might be better off making up our own shows, which might be better than TV! I wanna touch the earth. I wanna break it in my hands. I wanna grow something wild and unruly. I wanna look at the horizon and not see a building standing tall. I wanna be the only one for miles and miles except for you.

I don’t want to be your friend; I just want to be your lover. No matter how it ends, no matter how it starts. I want to sleep all night in your soul kitchen. I’d like to inject your soul with some sweet rock n roll. I am a steamroller for you, babe. I’d like nothing better than to roll all over you. I want you to tell me “Marie, it was so easy to fall in love with you. It felt almost like a home of sorts or something. Home is whenever I’m with you.”  Because you are the life I needed all along, and I would say I love you but saying it out loud is hard, so I won’t say it at all. I worry that I am an animal trapped in your hot car, I am all the days that you choose to ignore. Take a second look and you'll see there is no one like me.