I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Guess what Steph. My army will dominate the clowns. Just you wait.
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You are so going down Steph.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Speaking of Bright Eyes .. that's another band I wanted to try .. Fell in love with Something Corporate this weekend .. name your favorite Bright Eyes cd and I'll try them next
Well Steph, both of our threads failed. My thread is now the "talk about Matt Good even more" and your thread is "don't talk about emo, please. Why won't you listen to me?" We failed.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
You should d/l one song off each album see what you like most i will reccomend
Songs from 1995-1997: I watched You taking off
Letting off the Happiness: If Winter Ends
Fevers and Mirrors: Something Vague, A Song To Pass the Time
Lifted is the Story....: Bowl of Oranges, Method Acting
please listen to afi, hot water music, hot rod circuit and tsunami bomb
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
Check out Mike Felumlee. Great musician and one of the nicest guys in the music industry. I mean, who randomly e-mails a fan to thank him for being a fan? Well, Mike does. And he puts out great emo music.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.