s from all those years of listening to Depeche Mode and wearing black. That shit never leaves you. There’s always a “woe is me” tear waiting to be shed. Always a poem in your past that never leaves, like words scrawled in the margin of a math notebook "my heart has been turned black as a night without the moon. you have torn my soul from body and i shall never feel anything again. i cry tears that are black as tar. woe. woe is me. woe, i say. i hate you and i want you to die." Wait, is that I want you to die or me? I get so confused. Maybe I was goth, not emo.Favorite song: You're So Last Summer (simply because it's an ode to passive aggressiveness)
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I was just thinking last night that the horrible, mutated, radioactive monster that we call Emo has sullied every song that ever expressed a tender emotion. The Cure, Depeche Mode, etc. will never be the same. They're still great, but there's part of my brain that thinks, "This is proto-emo. This might be where it all started going wrong." Then I channel my inner gay, and it's all good.
I was in love with "You're So Last Summer" until I saw Taking Back Sunday open a concert on my college campus. It was... so terrible. So bad. Then "MakeDamnSure" redeemed them a tiny bit, but I still can't listen to them without a tiny cringe.
I heard they were awful live.
I think I give them much more leeway than other bands because they are local boys.
Emo huh? Shed a tear? Please tell me there isn't a fucking Morrissey review coming...
In fact, I think Morrisey will be next.
Sonuva...
Cute Without the "E" is by far my fave from this album.
Unlike you, I'm unabashedly a fan of TBS.
I'm a new visitor to this blog and it's sweet!
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