The Promise Ring - The Deep South
the promise ring- the deep south
hopefully coming to a town near you. *man swoon*
want to start a 90's emo/emo revival band
Wanting to start a band with influences from Merchant Ships, On the Might of Princes, Basement, Our Time Down Here, Godard, American Football, Early November and Portraits of Past. Basically an emo band, mainly clean vocals and rough shouting.
If anyone around Burnley, Colne, Skipton, Manchester, Bury, Rawtenstall, Rochdale, Barnoldswick, Bacup or from anywhere with reasonable commute is intrested in starting one, message me on here.
You Were Right
The Lyndsay DiariesThe Lyndsay Diaries - You Were Right
This song talk something of my life.
E. Texas Ave.
The Promise RingE. Texas Ave. by The Promise Ring
Toda la mañana he intentado armar este rompecabezas de colores lejanos. El modelo, una vieja fotografía en la que estamos abrazados como esquimales muriéndose de frío.
Empecé por lo más simple. Uní algunas piezas azules con otras azules para formar un cielo salpicado de palomas. Las piezas verdes descubrieron árboles y plantas sacudidas por el viento. Las amarillas, un sol o más bien un inmenso globo de cumpleaños flotando en medio de la tarde.
Sobre la mesa del comedor, el rompecabezas parecía tomar forma. Pero cuando intenté unir las piezas que llevaban nuestros nombres, permaneció el vacío. Mi cuerpo ya no cabía en tu cuerpo. Tu sonrisa ya no calzaba con la mía.
Por eso ahora que nuestras imágenes están separadas por la tarde, sólo me queda olvidarte para siempre o mirarte de lejos en este inútil rompecabezas de palabras.
FUN FACT: The first time I ever heard “real emo” music was when somebody posted a MP3 of Sunny Day Real Estate’s “Grendel” on a “creepy music” thread on 4chan’s /x/ and I downloaded and listened to it for about 10 seconds and then I was all “NOPE” and promptly deleted it. Funny thing is I listen to that song now and I don’t get scared at all, just really sad; “Pillars” however creeps me out a wee bit for some reason.
I'm A Fake
The UsedThis is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight
I want the pain of payment
What’s left, but a section of pygmy sized cuts -
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks?
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?Just look at me, look at me now
I’m a fake I’m a fake I’m a fake I’m a fakeI pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face
And this sickness isn’t me, and I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I’m telling you I’m a fake
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