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AFI isn't goth either... at least, they weren't. They used to be good punk. Now they're mellow (not a bad thing). I don't really count that as goth. They're more of a laid-back punk.
Labels... psh. All we need to know is that they are good bands, like nmasta said. Speaking of good bands... Shinedown. \m/ |
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u could also make a little text thing under our name where it displays if we are a gold member or not... and i also guess im not anywhere near gettin the gold award thing cause im a crapy member, no its cool, i suck anyways
edit... o i thought only the bold people were mebers... mmmmm k, well cool, im goold, woopdie-freakin-do... so when my cake with a striper in it coming? and wats the difference between the bolded and colored peopel?
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We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
the beggining of this time imperfect from afi......what is that then? and art of drowning album was all about death they were very punk rock with shut your mouth and open your eyes, they have the same kind of lyrics except now they arent as angry. the new album coming out in a couple months ..."definatally has some hardcore moments" says davey
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