The Day I Tried Writing Poetry Using Nothing But The Album Names From My Current Music Collection

I was bored enough to come up with something clever to try. What follows are all the names of the albums I have in my netbook collection at the moment. I didn't use any self-titled or Best Of Collection names or soundtracks. I just listed every album name in alphabetical order and turned the titles into an ensemble of short poems and phrases. I think it came out rather well. Try it with your collection.

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40oz. to freedom, 9 beats, a crow left of the murder.

ALPHABETICAL

"Anam cara," and everything changes.


Antics...
Are we just playing around here or do we mean what we say?

Baby darling doll face honey...
begin to hope, brighten the corners

broken bells

brothers

civilian cosmogramma deadringer

Dear catastrophe waitress,

Deja entendu. Demon days, details employment. Everyday, fingers crossed. Get born. Get guilty. Gettin filthy? God loves ugly (good news for people who love bad news). 

- Guero

have one on me

Hello graphic missile:
here anonymous
high violet

if you're feeling sinister...

in case we die...

in time, infinite arms...

intimacy.

"It's never been like that."
"Jet black."
"Junior, keep it hid."
"Kind of blue..."
"Light."
"Light grenades."
 

LISTENER SUPPORTED

live on two legs

living things loosely based on fiction

lost dogs

make yourself manners

midnite vultures, mines

morning view

nevermind

no one's first, and you're next, odelay
of the blue colour of the sky

oh no

ok go on an island, oracular spectacular

pink moon pomegranate

poses power in numbers

prove it

quality control sea change
seven's travels shame, shame...

sigh no more, silent alarm

sing loud. 

sing proud.

Slanted and enchanted, some devil, St. Elsewhere.
teen dream
the devil and god are raging inside me
the dusty foot philosopher
the idiot
the last laugh
the life pursuit
the odd couple
the opposite side of the sea
the suburbs
this could mean trouble...
(you don't speak for the club)
this is happening...
this is war.

 thistled spring

time of no reply

To the sea, travelers in space & time!
Troubador!
Turn on the bright lights, united!

We were dead before the ship sank.

(when life gives you lemons, you paint that shit gold)

Wolfgang Amadaeus Phoenix,

you could have it so much better

you kingdom you

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