i'm getting way to old to mess around. I just moved back to ny from boston and i'm looking to start a new, highly motivated, dreamy, and devistatingly depressing rock band as soon as is humanly possible. Make teenage girls cry and possibly take over the world. Influences include my bloody valentine, smiths, bloc party, new order, death cab, clarity(jimmy eat world), pinkerton(weezer) yadda yadda yadda. you can hear my most recent project at myspace.com/cullen (currently on hiatus). Im def looking to do something more mellow, possibly dancy, but im not sure- i'm very open.
email me any thoughts or ideas.joke emails and pranks are encouraged.
* no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:24 (twenty years ago)
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:26 (twenty years ago)
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:27 (twenty years ago)
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:28 (twenty years ago)
And without song, there is no groupie-love.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:29 (twenty years ago)
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:30 (twenty years ago)
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:32 (twenty years ago)
And these three guys are called Cream.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:34 (twenty years ago)
― Honesty, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:38 (twenty years ago)
so, so true. As exhibited so beautifully in Cullen's "Travel to Mars":
Just another wish and your trueCan’t imagine being with youAnd not letting my passion dissolve meLike the sky is melting in your heart tonight
I’m asking you nowTo stop living aroundYour emotions they won’tLeave you in the end
I’m always willing to tryJust don’t ask me whyI’d feel like I’d dieIf I can’t own your heartIt’s not a question of timeThat I’m always aloneIf you’d kiss me nowI think that I would never need anything
Been drowning for yearsHave you? because I’m hereI don’t care anymorePut your lips to mine
Each connection gradeMay be meaninglessbut the buzzing sound you makeconveys extreme duressBut I cannot supportThe weight of all my crimes
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:41 (twenty years ago)
His girl's been "living around" again -- you really have to feel for dude.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:50 (twenty years ago)
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:51 (twenty years ago)
Now that's a great lyric.
― Sym Sym (sym), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 16:55 (twenty years ago)
― matt2 (matt2), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 18:28 (twenty years ago)
― Keith C (lync0), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 18:44 (twenty years ago)
Keith,
I don’t care anymorePut your lips to mine.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 18:48 (twenty years ago)
Your emotions they won’tLeave you in the end.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:05 (twenty years ago)
With a word you keep telling meThat’s too muchIt’s not enough if it don’t make you sickThen make me
What do you want?What do you want?To live your life on an angels backWhat do you want?What do you want?A living room and light bitch slap
“Oh my life’s such a boreWould you please just show me the door?Or could you give us a little bit more?”It’s in your headAnother pillAnd now that you’re deadYou really can’t sit stillAnd if you leaveThen just don’t come back
When you go will your love set you free?That makes no senseWe’re all such bitter foolsFor Saviors
Who do you want?Who do you want?No human can save you now
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:10 (twenty years ago)
After all I’m over life and this timeI couldn’t be your anythingBut I’d still take what you leave
Drop a bomb andMake it easy for me to runThat’s so stupid you couldn’tReally know just what you’ve done
And after all I’m five years old and dyingI wouldn’t be your anythingSo I’ll buy it and leave
After all I’m over life and this timeI wouldn’t be your anythingBut I’ll still take what you leaveAnd after all it’s been six fucking yearsSince I pretendedTo know you areTo know I was about, so…
― b'angelo, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:11 (twenty years ago)
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:13 (twenty years ago)
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:18 (twenty years ago)
― mid 20's, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:37 (twenty years ago)
― JD from CDepot, Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:52 (twenty years ago)
I am the love of Marissa Marchant, the love she feels and knows.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:53 (twenty years ago)
OMG
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:55 (twenty years ago)
― joseph cotten (joseph cotten), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:57 (twenty years ago)
Here's your first mistake.
― jaymc (jaymc), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 19:58 (twenty years ago)
I just moved back to ny from boston
― joseph cotten (joseph cotten), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 20:09 (twenty years ago)
― The Popish Plot (dymaxia), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 20:52 (twenty years ago)
I hate those, seriously.
Please make new joke thankey.
― Confounded (Confounded), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 20:54 (twenty years ago)