Originally posted by reader1107Of course. It's emo, isn't it? 😛
This speaks to you????
"Screaming Infidelities"
I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,
And this bottle of beast
Is taking me home
[1.]
I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
But you're not alone, and you're not discreet
Make sure I know who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over aga ...[text shortened]... erywhere.
Screaming infidelities
And taking its wear.
[Repeat Four times]
Originally posted by reader1107Exactly. Now you're beginning to understand.
Oh, yeah. The pain that only your generation knows, as the rest of us tiptoed through the tulips our whole lives.
Do you get to go through a new phase after this one?
edit: btw, do you have to color your hair to be emo?
Yeah, in a few days I'll get sick of this and put up another persona. But for now: It's not a phase. I've discovered the pain inherent in life. This'll never go away.
It's a plus. Either black or fluorescent. Unless your hair happens to be either black or fluorescent, then you don't have to color it, as long as you cut yourself, cry in public, or routinely show affection for members of the same sex.
Originally posted by ark13You should try to dye your hair grey. That is very painful. Try bald that works too.
Exactly. Now you're beginning to understand.
Yeah, in a few days I'll get sick of this and put up another persona. But for now: It's not a phase. I've discovered the pain inherent in life. This'll never go away.
It's a plus. Either black or fluorescent. Unless your hair happens to be either black or fluorescent, then you don't have to color it, as ...[text shortened]... you cut yourself, cry in public, or routinely show affection for members of the same sex.
ARTIST: Janis Ian
TITLE: At Seventeen
Lyrics and Chords
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
/ C - / Dm - / G7 - / C - / :
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen
/ Eb - / Dm7 G7 / Cm7 Fm7 / /
/ Ab G7 / Cm7 Fm7 / Dm7 - G7 - /
A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce said
Pity, please, the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve
The rich-relationed home-town queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity
Their small town eyes will gape at you in
Dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, "come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen