Go all Emo on Us.

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by redarmy11, May 29, 2007.

  1. Oli Heute der Enteteich... Registered Senior Member

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    Like I said, you just don't get emo.
    If you think your effort showed Exploradora was talking trash then you're further from reality than I thought.
    No you didn't murder her.
    In emo you don't "throw" lyrics. You miss the "point" (such as it is) completely.
     
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  3. tablariddim forexU2 Valued Senior Member

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    This is actually in my novel; she has just discovered that the older man she is in love with, has been her mother's secret lover for the last 22 years. The story is set in Cyprus, hence the references to Aphrodite.

    ‘Oh Aphrodite!
    You wicked bitch of the sea!
    Oh goddess of lust and desire and passion and pain,
    Why, you torment me so? Why, you distress me so?
    Who gave you right, to cut people’s hearts,
    Knife so rusty and rough in your clasp?
    Your ragged blade cuts deep! Oh terrible whore!
    Draws blood from the wound you dare to inflict!
    Drains the mortal that a ghost may exist!
    Who sired you? You whore of the gods?
    Who placed you on these ragged shores of lime?
    Was it your father, that old goat... that piece of slime?
    That hater of women and sire of liars and bastards and swine?
    That filled you with passion so terrible, so mad!
    You struck out in hate and afflicted the young?
    Why, oh wicked Bitch?
    Do you awaken the carnal in my soul?
    Shoot seeds of perversions and lusts to my bones?
    Engorged as you bugger, my heart pierced as you probe!
    As virtue to ashes burn, on pyres of black smoke!
    Why, your stinking breath blow, into my broken heart?
    You heartless, peerless, perfect bitch!
    My soul you do blemish and you disrobe,
    Oh Aphrodite!
    Who gave you right to show me love?
    Soak me in ardour, fervour... passions?
    Promises dashed against the sand, my heart has judged you and your fashions!
    Why not deceased and gone be, aborted torn and done be?
    Stillborn in watery bloody womb! Oh aged bitch of the oceans?
    Mother of whores and liars so coarse, they desecrate my emotions?
    Your death at birth should you have sought and saved me this grief and pain and sorrow!
    O desolate bitch upon the sea, why don’t you perish by tomorrow?
    You stinking whore so foul and crude, born of the frothing mania,
    In foam you flounder, sour and deep, no hope, no rope, no saviour!
    How I hate you now and how I hate you forever!
    How I wish you to hell and release from this agony,
    Aphrodite, my poutana!’​
     
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  5. one_raven God is a Chinese Whisper Valued Senior Member

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    What else is new?
     
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  7. lixluke Refined Reinvention Valued Senior Member

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    Oh boo hoo I'm going to write an emo about how CS doesn't get emo. I'm so sad for the rest of my life that I will slit my wristband all day long.
    Does anybody really care?
     
  8. redarmy11 Registered Senior Member

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    Now you get it.
     
  9. Oli Heute der Enteteich... Registered Senior Member

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    Wrist, not wristband...

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  10. lixluke Refined Reinvention Valued Senior Member

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    RHOD (rhyming haikus of dispair):


    Uncalled for slander
    Soils me like clothes in hamper
    My tissue damper

    Jocks are truly dumb
    Lifting weights till their brain numbs
    That's if they have one

    I hate PE much
    Get me out this hellish dump
    I hope I don't flunk

    Sadness governs me
    I been molested daily
    By society

    Them crackers opress
    Every ounce of my sweet breath
    Till I have none left

    My thin body weak
    Scars across my back all week
    The whip cuts me deep

    Prozac do not work
    It's f**king placibic dirt
    My shrink is a jerk

    My shrink really sucks
    He do not STFU
    Me thinks he on drugs

    F**k f**k f**k f**k f**k
    F**k f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k
    My zipper is stuck

    I really hate prom
    Rather eat grass off the lawn
    I shall remain home

    Every day the same
    Sorrow engulfs me in flames
    It's starting to rain

    I just want to dance
    But Gaia aint that advanced
    No poses how sad

    My tears have no end
    As many repeated threads
    I cry till I'm dead

    How cruel such a loss
    Poor lifeless animals tossed
    I grieve as they rot
     
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  11. Exploradora Registered Senior Member

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    The majority of song lyrics would be difficult to pass of as good written or spoken word. That's why they SING them

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    . There are exceptions to this rule however...

    Anyway, I didn't say all emo lyrics are rubbish, I merely suggested that some would not be considered "good art" by my former teaching artists. I used the word lecture to suggest, ineffectively, that I knew my opinion would not be appreciated.

    During parts of my life I have been surrounded by art snobs, and for better or worse they have rubbed off on me :shrug: .
     
  12. lixluke Refined Reinvention Valued Senior Member

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    I dare your former ugly teaching artists to battle the top of the meter
    When they see me ride out the speakers they take they *ss hiding under the bleachers
    I'm all about this game aint a motherf**ker that could f**k with me
    My lyrics more wicked than anything ever been written from the beginning to ending of history
    And that's on the moherf**king real aint a gay poet could see this raw gangsta shit
    Accelerated the riddim the levels I'm hitting is ripping them limits like missles
    You claiming that they taught you and you claiming they legit
    You all so garbo it don't even take nothing for me to bury all of yall in a emo pit.
     
  13. Exploradora Registered Senior Member

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    *checks pulse* no i'm very much alive


    Are you trying to freestyle??? You know, freestyling is only cool if it's spoken.


    That is art I sit awe filled from.
     
  14. Oli Heute der Enteteich... Registered Senior Member

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    Are you really sure?
    People have been known to lie to further their own agenda.
     
  15. lixluke Refined Reinvention Valued Senior Member

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    You telling me what's cool is like a quadrapalegic telling Bruce Lee how to kick
    I bury your ugly face in a ditch with these rhymes that you won't never get with
    Sorry to break it to you but you did got so damn murdered
    Your pulse aint sh*t but a reflection of my lyrical reverb
    Your silly bullsh*t link don't mean a f**k sh*t thing
    I place my bets that Tara Betts get left like the rest
    Who try to f**k with me when it come to these raw a** sets
     
  16. draqon Banned Banned

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    lixluke use of the f word is like a stamp of his assets
     
  17. Tyler N. Registered Senior Member

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    The winners:
    Tabla Riddim
    One Raven

    The loser:
    Lixluke a.k.a. CS
    I'm sorry, but Emo's generally don't talk about MCs and crackers. Emo is this annoying crap on the radio that is sort of pop-punk stuff. Lyrics like: "And the record won't stop skipping/And the lies just won't stop slipping" or "you almost always pick the best times/to drop the worst lines/you almost made me cry again this time" or "Some days I wonder/Most days, just cry" That is a sort of more typical emo. You know, fall out boy, dashboard confessional, the used, ect.

    Well, if we are going to talk real poetry, then I have the ultimate emo poem right here.

    The Edge - Sylvia plath

    The woman is perfected.
    Her dead
    Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
    The illusion of a Greek necessity
    Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
    Her bare
    Feet seem to be saying:
    We have come so far, it is over.
    Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
    One at each little
    Pitcher of milk, now empty.
    She has folded
    Them back into her body as petals
    Of a rose close when the gardener
    Stiffens and odors bleed
    From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
    The moon has nothing to be sad about,
    Staring from her hood of bone.
    She is used to this sort of thing.
    Her blacks crackle and drag.

    Beat that! This is so emo that she killed herself 4 days later.
     
  18. phonetic stroking my banjo Registered Senior Member

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    A whole 4 days? Somebody must have done better than that.
     
  19. draqon Banned Banned

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    yeah, thats like...not that emo. I mean 4 days is a lot.
     
  20. Oli Heute der Enteteich... Registered Senior Member

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    Yeah. I killed myself BEFORE I wrote mine.
     
  21. draqon Banned Banned

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    yeah, thats emo big time.
     
  22. Tyler N. Registered Senior Member

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    yeah, but I bet your's sucked. Dead people aren't generally renowned for their poetry skills...
     
  23. violin kid Registered Member

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    do you guys all hate emos? they are strange, but interesting to look at
     

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