Favorite Lines from an Emo Song? (Kiss, show, quote, band)

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe · 07-01-2005, 11:33 PM

finch are "emo core".....if you really have to classify them....

and yes, thats a great song...its what made me buy that album.

Electric Ocean · 07-02-2005, 05:16 AM

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Originally Posted by PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe

finch are "pop punk with screaming".....if you really have to classify them....

and yes, thats a great song...its what made me buy that album.

Yep I agree entirely.

daytonasurf · 07-02-2005, 10:37 AM

laugh my ass off.

How about...

"If I could I would sink myself
sink through your skin to your blood cells
remove whatever makes you hurt,
but I am too weak to be your cure."

guernica from brand new, about his uncle that was dying of cancer.

Not my favorite, just off the top of my head.

Trauma · 07-02-2005, 12:20 PM

Circle Takes the Square- "Non-Objective Portrait of Karma"
Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention
and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my face from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the petty insight
and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.
Bored as **** with this street corner-cover.
study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of this language as the plague.
the dimension of persistence condemns.
This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming
"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"
so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,
weary of this hallway lined with ghosts.
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist
that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat **** from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress
deductively speaking, the polar of progress
well maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.

Or....

Still Life- "Looks Like Tomorrow"
Slowly he looks at his calloused hands and dreams of something he thought was real and he looks to the ground. Sunlight is fading fast to the west, casting lengthening shadows. Some dreams are gone when the light disappears to fade with the night. And where do they go when they leave you alone lost in quite desperation. He's seen years pass like water beneath him and slowly drift out to sea. It's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel safe, and maybe he'll find it one day. But god knows he tries, but at the end of the day he always seems to say. All my dreams have faded away. Just like memories from yesterday, all my lines are crossed and erased, just like all of these lines on my face, but god knows I try. Cause it's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel safe, and maybe I'll find it one day. But if god knows I try then at the end of the day why do I always say. All my dreams have faded away. But god knows I try to see the beauty in everything.

Those are dandy.

Imonlydancing · 07-02-2005, 12:30 PM

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Originally Posted by daytonasurf

laugh my ass off.

How about...

"If I could I would sink myself
sink through your skin to your blood cells
remove whatever makes you hurt,
but I am too weak to be your cure."

guernica from brand new, about his uncle that was dying of cancer.

Not my favorite, just off the top of my head.

*cough* i was going to say that i especially love 'I am too weak to be your cure' its written on my bag

I also think....
'I am heaven sent. dont. you. dare. forget.' - Okay i belive you but my tommy gun don't - Brand new.
and 'I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you' - Jude Law and a somester abroad - Brand new
and 'I will never ask if you don't ever tell me, i know you well enough to know you never loved me.' Cute without the e - Taking Back Sunday.

Electric Ocean · 07-02-2005, 12:36 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Snickers

Circle Takes the Square- "Non-Objective Portrait of Karma"
Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention
and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my face from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the petty insight
and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.
Bored as **** with this street corner-cover.
study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of this language as the plague.
the dimension of persistence condemns.
This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming
"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"
so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,
weary of this hallway lined with ghosts.
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist
that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat **** from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress
deductively speaking, the polar of progress
well maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.

Copycat!!

dailydoseofhate · 12-13-2005, 02:37 AM

back to drugs make me numb,
the place id rather be..
and you,you're no help at all..

-no help by P.O.T.

Spikey · 12-13-2005, 03:12 AM

(What does emo mean?)

Zezima · 12-13-2005, 06:48 AM

"Judge me fuck you. Stop playing god."

-xdistored_lifex- · 12-13-2005, 09:25 AM

happiness shuts it's door on me,
no where to turn but in your care
I wont be a bother, dont even bother,
looked, but you werent there

-me (I wrote that)

07-02-2005, 12:20 PM	#334 (permalink)
Trauma snickers Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: detroit Posts: 2,194	Circle Takes the Square- "Non-Objective Portrait of Karma" Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection' but the more I turn my face from the crowd the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself, a knife of relief, from all the petty insight and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night. Bored as ** with this street corner-cover. study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game surveilence of this language as the plague. the dimension of persistence condemns. This portrait of karma, crafted in accident text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts and so we ran, like the wolves were biting, the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming "scratch my back and I will stab you in yours" so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own. just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you. but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code, weary of this hallway lined with ghosts. just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat from our trembling hands. The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress deductively speaking, the polar of progress well maybe I put too much faith in the accident entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones, let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose. Or.... Still Life**- "Looks Like Tomorrow" Slowly he looks at his calloused hands and dreams of something he thought was real and he looks to the ground. Sunlight is fading fast to the west, casting lengthening shadows. Some dreams are gone when the light disappears to fade with the night. And where do they go when they leave you alone lost in quite desperation. He's seen years pass like water beneath him and slowly drift out to sea. It's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel safe, and maybe he'll find it one day. But god knows he tries, but at the end of the day he always seems to say. All my dreams have faded away. Just like memories from yesterday, all my lines are crossed and erased, just like all of these lines on my face, but god knows I try. Cause it's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel safe, and maybe I'll find it one day. But if god knows I try then at the end of the day why do I always say. All my dreams have faded away. But god knows I try to see the beauty in everything. Those are dandy. __________________ A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño

12-13-2005, 02:37 AM	#337 (permalink)
dailydoseofhate Groupie Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: philippines Posts: 1	no help back to drugs make me numb, the place id rather be.. and you,you're no help at all.. -no help by P.O.T.

12-13-2005, 03:12 AM	#338 (permalink)
Spikey Music Addict Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 277	(What does emo mean?) __________________ www.myspace.com/emeraldskyrock

07-02-2005, 10:37 AM	#333 (permalink)
daytonasurf Music Addict Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 107	laugh my ass off. How about... "If I could I would sink myself sink through your skin to your blood cells remove whatever makes you hurt, but I am too weak to be your cure." guernica from brand new, about his uncle that was dying of cancer. Not my favorite, just off the top of my head.

12-13-2005, 06:48 AM	#339 (permalink)
Zezima What should I type here?? Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: ATL, GA Posts: 61	"Judge me fuck you. Stop playing god."

12-13-2005, 09:25 AM	#340 (permalink)
-xdistored_lifex- Groupie Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 9	happiness shuts it's door on me, no where to turn but in your care I wont be a bother, dont even bother, looked, but you werent there -me (I wrote that)