Being part of the ironic-distance generation

[martinemonster]

Since both me and mirazandar are part of the dreaded ironic-distance generation, we can never do anything og mean anything without being ready to look at it with sarcasm and wry humour. On the one hand that means that we can never become great idealists, but on the other it means that we get to be mean and have fun making fun of others without horrid reprecussions from our concienses. ;)

And without further adieu I give you: Memories of the Sun -the wannabe emo-band!

We started this band based on a radio show that made fun of Emo-lyrics. We realized that we could probably make really shitty emo-poetry too, and set out to do just that! Since the lyrics are on mirazandars computer, and it just stopped working, I'll just give you the song titles:

Memories of the Sun

1. Electric toaster experience
2. My bookshelf is the Antichrist
3. My integrity fading just to leave a vague memory of you
4. Chaos from the waist down
5. The impending notion of rationality leaving (my heart)
6. An ode to the invisible man

When the lyrics are done, we're going to make the music. We're thinking power-chords all the way!

We're looking for a drummer and a hapsicordplayer so just let us know if anyone of you idiots out there wants to be part of this wonderful experience of making fun of emo.

And for your enjoyment, I give you a bunch of sucky emo quotes:



"Torn apart at the seams and my dreams turn to tears, I'm not feeling this situation" -Bullet for my Valentine (All these things I hate (revolve around me))

"She steps out form her underwear" Bullet for my Valentine (åSuffocating Under The Words Of Sorrow (What Can I Do)

"a poem on a page a sculpture i made out of clay - desire was the flame. but now you're more of a basketball" Bright Eyes (I've been eating for you)

"I'm gonna follow the road and let the scenery sweeping by easily enter my body." Bright Eyes (The Big Picture)

"Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears.
Replaced with lackluster memories you cry," Atreyu (Ain't love grand)

"I am the walking dead heartbreaker.
My apologies." Atreyu (The Vampires Lament)

"åjust before my death I rise phoenix like a new from the still burning ash of false hearts lies to fly once again to shine from within dismember myself" Atreyu (Bleeding hearts shed no tears)

"And with blood tears in my eyes
I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life" Atreyu (The Crimson)

"To iron out my creases, you must lacerate me 'til they're gone" BFMV - Her Voice Resides

"I feel eyelashes on my cheek
And they lacerate my flesh" - Atreyu > This Flesh A Tomb

"Paranoia
is the insect
worming its way
throught my subconscious thoughts.
It's the larva
of my self doubt
gestating in my heart
as I spiral down" - Atreyu - My Sanity on the Funeral Pure

Ironically distant Martine signing out...

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Jeg er med på å finne på noe! Viser seg at jeg må hjem etter øving i dag for å spise middag, og leiligheten ser ut som bæsj, så det blir vanskelig å dra hjem til oss. På den andre siden har vi blomsterfny og glade/stressede mennesker... Du kan komme hjem til oss og lese tekstene vi har så langt, og slå deg løs på hapsicord (ejg er ikke helt sikker på hva det er, men ordet var så pent...tror det er elektrisk piano...) Har ikke telefonnr ditt (dum ny mobil) så du må nesten ringe meg! Ring meg ring meg ring meg

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

JEg hater å ikke være automatisk logget inn...det var martine...

[(Anonymous)]

Harpsicord er det engelske navnet på det som heter cembalo på norsk. Det er som et piano, bortsett fra at det er plektere som plukker på strengene i stedet for hammere som slår (det er forgjengeren til pianoet). Egentlig et ganske artig instrument.