If you’ve got a few minutes to while away, try creating a random album.
1 - Go to Wikipedia & hit random. The first article you get is the name of your band. 2 - Go to quotationspage.com & hit random quotes. The last 4 or 5 words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your album. 3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”. The 3rd picture no matter what it is, will be your album cover. 4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together. 5 - Post it with this text in the "caption" and share with your friends
I’d never have come up with anything so creative myself, I love the album title. Thanks Hannah for the idea.
In the bleak midwinter – Christina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
Snow Glazed – Raymond A Foss
The world, the grass, the roads
the woods, were all
snow glazed
trimming, coated, in white
a bit cleaner, more pure
in the patina of white
covering the world
with a thin film
in the first snow of the year
The Leaves (Adapted from Bambi by Felix Saltern)
The leaves were falling from the trees. Two leaves clung on. "It isn't the way it used to be." said one leaf to the other.
"No, so many of us have fallen off tonight, we're almost the only two left on this branch," answered the other.
"Even when it is warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes, and many leaves were torn off, though they were still very young. You never know who is going to go next."
"The sun seldom shines now," sighed the second leaf, "Soon we will go. Can it be true, that we are replaced by others, and then when they have gone by others, more and more?"
"It really is true," whispered the other leaf. "It makes me feel very sad. Why must we all fall? What happens to us when we have fallen?"
"We sink down … what do you think is under us?"
"I don't know, some say one thing, and some another, but nobody knows. No one has ever come back to tell us about it."
"Which of us will go first?"
"Let's not worry about that now, let's remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful when the sun came out and shone so warmly that we thought we'd burst with life. Do you remember?
"Yes, I remember, but look at me now. I am so yellow and ugly."
"No, you are as lovely as the day you were born.
Hours passed, a moist wind blew, cold and hostile, through the branches.
The leaves were torn from their places and spun downwards.
…winter had come.
