Emo boys, I thought of you...
So my friend Kammy posted this on her livejournal...
i've read a review once wherein the reviewer once declared a certain nin album to be "music you whip your girlfriend to."
if that's the case, My Chemical Romance makes music one listens to after she dumps you over the phone, as you're sitting in a metallic-bright diner, loading an old six-shooter one bullet at a time, sore-eyed, stopping from time to time to gulp coffee. It's black and heavy on the sugar, and light on old tears--the sweet laying thick and sickly over the choking bitter. She'll still be beautiful, the goth look is even better when you really are gone, goes so well with bloodless, powdered dead skin. And you'll still love her, and you'll resent how the lights play over her, violation, the wild fast flashing of alternating red and blue, like back in the club where you caught her with that other guy, garish and violently clashing and throwing all the wrong shadows, gleeful, discordant. Come out with your hands up? No fucking way. There's a whole lot more that needs to be done. A million corpses lined up in your sights.
Yeah. Like that.
Sound about right?
i've read a review once wherein the reviewer once declared a certain nin album to be "music you whip your girlfriend to."
if that's the case, My Chemical Romance makes music one listens to after she dumps you over the phone, as you're sitting in a metallic-bright diner, loading an old six-shooter one bullet at a time, sore-eyed, stopping from time to time to gulp coffee. It's black and heavy on the sugar, and light on old tears--the sweet laying thick and sickly over the choking bitter. She'll still be beautiful, the goth look is even better when you really are gone, goes so well with bloodless, powdered dead skin. And you'll still love her, and you'll resent how the lights play over her, violation, the wild fast flashing of alternating red and blue, like back in the club where you caught her with that other guy, garish and violently clashing and throwing all the wrong shadows, gleeful, discordant. Come out with your hands up? No fucking way. There's a whole lot more that needs to be done. A million corpses lined up in your sights.
Yeah. Like that.
Sound about right?