I can out emo all of you.
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Thread Topic: I can out emo all of you.
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Vladimir Putin NewbieI'm Russian. Sorrow is in my blood. Sorrow and vodka.
I bet none of you have heard of Alexander Pushkin, Sergei Yesenin, or Boris Pasternak. -
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FreePhotons NewbieI dont try to be emo. Plus, thats a music genre.
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Reeve Cipher NewbieOh, s---. Consider me out-emoed.
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Vladimir Putin NewbieThe picture is dark, but I was once a communist, child.
Thank you, hipster.
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Lay my head
Under the water
Lay my head
Under the sea
Excuse me, sir
Am I your daughter?
Won't you take me back
Take me back, and see?
(Try to out emo this song!) -
Vladimir Putin NewbieGoodbye, my friend, goodbye.
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.
This is Yesenin's last poem. He wrote it with his blood. Don't know what's more metal than that. -
haha, please, i know of a song thats so depressing yet beautiful it puts BVB to shame.
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My son, let my voice fill this room one more time,
Rehearse this line by line,
Until I'm out of time.
My son, can't you see that our troubles have run high?
This is where we draw the line,
This is where we say good-bye!
You know what I want
What I want, believe it or not, I've already got.
And I know I've got to go away
But I know it's all going to be okay.
'Cause I know, we'll never be apart
And all this is,
Is a brand new start!
And you'll wake up, my darling,
With the light on your face.
And the tears will all dry up,
When you see the change.
As you grow up, you'll realize,
This is your time to shine
You'll be the light of my life!
The light of my life!
The light of my life!
The light of my life! -
Vladimir Putin NewbieCheap, whiny American music will never compare compare to the beauty that is Russian poetry. Your music is a trend, fine literature is timeless.
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haha, actually, this song is about how a mother is dying but loves her son so much that she entrusts him with her whole city and sacrifices the rest of her remaining life so that he may live, wanting him to know that she will always be with him through heart even though she may be dead and that he has been her silver lining through her entire life.
i call that quality, fine literature. -
i can survive, but i don't know if i want to.
turn off the machines. i've sprung a thousand leaks.
i can feel everything. listen.
get your fingers out from under my skin.
just let me lay back and drip.
paste up my parts and i'll be a bed-ridden frankenstein
with diseased mental faculty,
a depression you can't remedy with your scalpels,
your stitches, and stainless steel,
your arrogant medical zeal, i'm bleeding, infected, unsterile
i've got bugs that you can't cure.
Doctor! Doctor! Doctor, are you listening?
i'm trying to explain something, but you're not listening
like i can't speak.
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