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Givin’ It Away: ScarJo’s New CD

Hmm, I must think of creative way to give away a brand new copy of Scarlett Johansson’s new album, Anywhere I Lay My Head (looking at this picture, I have a very vivid idea of where I’d like to lay my head, but that’s neither here nor there). The album hit stores today (May 20). You scan still stream several of the tunes here.

We have a creative bunch hanging around here. We’ve done haikus, and we’ve done limericks. For this contest, I think we’ll open it up to some freestyle poetry slammin’. In the Comments section, hit us with a haiku, or hit us with a limerick, or impress us with some obscure poetic stylings. Keep it simple, or get into it, it’s up to you.

The topic? Why, Scarlett, of course. You can wax poetic about her films, her music career, her decision to dive into the Tom Waits song book, and/or, of course, her beauty. All I ask is that you keep it clean. If you’re going to bust a haiku about Scarlett’s elevator encounter with Benicio Del Toro, well, you’re just gonna have to keep it classy. Because we all know elevator sex is classy.

One submission per person. I’ll pick a winner later in the week.

Good luck!

Scarlett’s Official Web Site

Click to buy the album…

Scarlett’s MySpace

8 Comments

  • Michael

    Only one comment? You guys are making it easy for us!! Here’s a gimme to get the comments flowing…

    Can I get a
    Beat
    Miss Scarlett Jo-
    hansson’s bringing the heat
    With the soul and words of Tom
    Waits
    And a free CD to those who partici-
    pate

  • r

    We first met met in a ghostly world
    Thora and Steve and you SJ girl
    We went to Japan, where you fit the Bill
    What he put in your ear, I wonder still
    In skeptic amusement, the music frontier
    Tom Waits for no none, except you my dear
    What a joyous surprise, my lovely lass
    There’s more to you, then just tits and ass
    Don Henley himself, offered no advice
    His Ol’ 55 is dead on the ice
    You took on a master, with a too-hip crew
    Delivered the goods, we all hail you
    All the best, Golden Hollywood Queen
    I’ll be jamming with you
    Tonight in my dream

  • whiteray

    In Annandale, the athletes were called Cardinals.

    Wrestlers from the big city school, we sniggered. Superior, we assessed like taxmen or sailors the small-town cheerleaders.

    Having read Hawthorne, two of us nodded like juvenile judges. The crimson “A” decorated each sweater.

    Our chances were as slender then as they would be today with Scarlett.

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