Emotionless Crap

Music has turned to shit, and it’s all your fault.

Not really, I don’t blame you, I love you; please don’t walk away!

I have been alive for 15 years now, and in all of them I have heard maybe two bands that came about (as in were formed) in the 2005-2008 area that had a strong emotional pressence to most of the songs they do: We Are Scientists and Flyleaf. Now, when I say “strong emotional presence” I consider emotional on a diffrent plain then emo. Emotional means it has feeling, it has mood, as if the song itself were self aware… or something like that. Emo doesn’t mean emotional, while there may be some emotional emo bands out there, I don’t know none, all I know is that shit heads, as an example, Scary Kids Scaring Kids like to make music that pretends to sympathize with dicks that have “shitty lives filled with more pain then you could imagine” (psshhh) because they’re not so fucking popular cheer leaders are begging to blow them. Apart from the emotionless emos, there are the pop stars (pop stars starve pop?) and by now you should have figured out that I am about to be a dick towards Miley Cyrus. I assume that since nobody would attempt to ride Billy-Ray’s achey-brakey-shitty-cunt of a “heart” that she was immaculatly concieved through his mullet; anyways, because that wasn’t bad enough, someone gave her a voice synthesizer and a song writer and said, “There ya go, Destiny (who the dick names their kid that?) now we can infest the next generation with enough false optimism to make it considered an STD. Now all you need is a dog’s name and fuck Nick Jonas just to bitch about it later and the ritual is complete!”

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane, when she catches up with me won’t be no time to explain, thinks I talk shit about her and that’s enough to drive her half insane.

Tags: anger, C-word, Cyrus, Destiny, Hope, John Entwhistle, Jonas Brothers, Miley, Mullet, music, pop, Punk, red, shit