> I can feel it coming >It will light the doorway there >Incentively running >If I believe, it will be clear
>This dream controls me >Yet I don't let it come true >Lucidly absent >I slave my mind to you
>She breathes her pure love >Like the coming of a spring >Her vision soothes me >These gifts, just time will bring
>Another valley >Another day to climb >One day I'll reach there >And then the dream subsides
Ian Brown
Damn that's deep
Jacob Adams
woah...
what song is this from
Connor Brown
real niggers move in silence like lasanga
Carter Bailey
Really sums up where I'm at rn Tbh
pic related, it's me
Nicholas Garcia
Garett David from Los Campesinos! is a great lyricist
Dylan Green
Is this about ivana
Dominic White
t. Hay, Daniel. (2016). Erewhon [Recorded by The Dark Third]. On Erewhon [Cassette]. Location: The Dark Third Ltd.
Nathaniel Myers
Probably kek
Adrian Thomas
Sends shivers down my spine
Adrian Edwards
Based Danny
Samuel Diaz
Walkcunt Ltd CEO: Sean Royce President: Ivan
William Young
Ivan is a fat wog
Luis Morris
t. Matt
Landon Gray
>LE U R LE MATT XD XD
Carter Powell
/cric/ runs Sup Forums
Cameron Parker
Everyone who considers their shitty indie bands /cric/core should take note: name-dropping Pavement isn't going to win you any merit badges in /cric/. You'd be a fool not to see that even the bands that everyone loves here are just as terrible as the bands that everyone makes fun of. The only difference between Nickelback and The Smiths is that Smiths fans dress slightly better and don't beat their girlfriends as hard. When it comes to these bands, these sacred cows, there are no particularly compelling reasons why anyone should worship them, but years of shilling have practically canonized them as /cric/core.
They couldn’t write a decent tune to save their life, their drummer was a burned out old punk nobody who couldn’t keep time, and their production values were bottom-of-the-barrel. Once they had some money and some practice and a new drummer, their songs actually started to take some shape. As you can imagine, their fans and the music press were overjoyed. No, wait, they weren’t! They were angry! Pavement had turned their back on their fans by actually getting pretty decent at playing music! Their songs were no longer two-minute scream-fests with banging guitars and poorly recorded feedback. They recorded with more than four tracks. Of course, indie musicians could never hope to imitate that in their mom’s basements, considering their lack of funds and talent.
Pavement’s lyrics rarely, if ever, make any sort of sense at all. Some people would like to think that they are bizarre, post-modern, and brilliant. I think a more reasonable answer is that Pavement never had anything interesting or important to say, so they decided to hide behind wacky, nonsensical lyrics. Pavement’s main accomplishment was revolutionizing a thoroughly detestable music scene and making it even more terrible, only to be eventually rejected by those who they inspired. Good work, Gayement!
Jacob Murphy
Truthy
Henry Wood
I liked pavement at first but then like a few years later i stopped liking them. Their music sounds warm and flat and tan like a candy stick that has been out in the sun for a few hours or something, also kind of sweaty balls, like a hot summer day without a gentle breeze and your refrigerator isn't working so you don't have anything to drink except warm water. and you are in a room where most of the furniture and decor use the colors brown, red, yellow and orange. it's quite nauseating, really.
Adam Wilson
Truthy
Jose Bailey
Dindins
Jason Clark
Seen enough to eye you But I've seen to much to try you It's always weirdness while you Dig it much too much to fry you The weirdness flows between us Anyone can tell to see us Freak scene just can't believe us Why can't it just be cool and free us?
Seen enough to eye you But I've seen to much to try you It's always weirdness while you Dig it much too much to fry you The weirdness flows between us Anyone can tell to see us Freak scene just can't believe us Why can't it just be cool and leave us?
So fucked I can't believe it If there's a way I wish we'd see it How could it work just can't conceive it Oh what a mess, best just to leave it
Sometimes I don't thrill you Sometimes I think I'll kill you Just don't let me fuck up will you 'Cause when I need a friend it's still you
Connor Thompson
What is this drivel
Juan Murphy
at least it doesn't feature the line >These gifts, just time will bring
chill out, man, you're all Opething out
Jacob Jackson
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon
Grayson Nguyen
That line made me cry mate
Anthony Baker
WalkGOD AKA WalkDEVIL AKA WalkCUNT AKA Sean you here mate?
Thomas Scott
Ah, won't you tell me, Who dat name on my door, Oh yeah, Who dat name on my door, I b'lee that you're married
A stray runnin' round this house But who could it be? You say sometimes that it's your brother But I don't b'leevee
I know who it ee' - that's your mane Woman, woman Now I b'lee you're playing out on me But if I find out, he's a dead soul
Straighten out, woman If you wanna live, You call me a liar to me That's somethin' I ain't never got
I want you to tell me right now, Do you live me now 'Yeah, daddy', She said 'yeah'
Well, if you don't love me God know I sure love you Woman, you're my all day steady And my midnight dream
I ain't lyin' to you Lord, you're my all day steady, woman Lord, you're my midnight Any day you quit me
That the day ye die
Daniel Jones
freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Brayden Wood
The last time I saw Roger was last year at the Boxing Day Test He’d turned into such a fat, normal yobbo cunt "The wife nearly didn’t let me out today," he said And he did all that chanting yobs do, like "Ooh, ahh, Glenn McGrath" It got you in the end, I thought to myself as I looked at Roger Life got you in the end, pal You were such a cocky successful winner when we were sixteen But now you’re just another sad, fat prick Sitting in the MCG high-fiving in self-congratulation As if it’s you that had the skill and determination to play for Australia It’s the cunts with the bad haircuts that you’ve got to watch out for There’s never been a popular teenager yet who’s done rats with their life It’s the fucking dorks that give it a real go Glenn McGrath got 5 for 50 that day
Brody Foster
woah
Ayden Harris
damn
Jaxon Edwards
t. daniel
John Cook
I miss the old Walkcunt, straight from the soul Walkcunt Exposing (You) Walkcunt, sexy and cool Walkcunt I hate the new Walkcunt, the frank and rude Walkcunt The always nude Walkcunt, the rich in truth Walkcunt I miss the sweet Walkcunt, the Wall Street Walkcunt I gotta say, sometimes I like to mistreat Walkcunt See I repent to Walkcunt, not just any Walkcunt's And now I look and look around and there's so many Walkcunt's I used to love Walkcunt, I used to love Walkcunt I even posted truth bombs, I thought I was Walkcunt What if Walkcunt made a thread, about Walkcunt? Called "I miss the old Walkcunt", man that would be so Walkcunt That's all it was Walkcunt, we still love Walkcunt And I love you like Walkcunt loves Walkcunt
Ryan Scott
honestly fuck you if you think stringing certain words together is art. it ALWAYS >ALWAYS >ALWAYS Comes off as pretentious
Lucas Barnes
music BTFO
will it ever recover lads?
Josiah Morris
Why do you post meaningless drivel like this every opportunity you get, walkcunt?
Are you literally retarded?
What makes you feel like you need to post shit that everybody already knows, and has already been posted a thousand times before?
Michael Wilson
Kys Daniel
Evan Lee
>>She breathes her pure love >>Like the coming of a spring >>Her vision soothes me >>These gifts, just time will bring
Julian Edwards
where's walkie
I heard he still uses Sup Forums
Sebastian Diaz
K E K pooniel compoohensibly POORIOUS and on pooicide watch
Thomas Myers
>You say I need a job >I've got my own business >You wanna know what I do? >None of your fucking business
Josiah Flores
sounds shit lad get better taste
Thomas Stewart
Love this narrative tbqh
David Jones
did she mean us lads?
Jack Thomas
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Blake Carter
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Robert Hall
#cricbtfo
Robert Mitchell
Hi Ivan here
Levi Morales
w2c roids
Julian Murphy
where can I find the finest escorts on the gold coast?
James Carter
...
Levi Ross
...
Jonathan Thomas
tbf that's the same year as the earthquake, poor lad just looked death straight in the eye
Adam Parker
yeah fair enough
I'd be doubting God too if my car wouldn't stop smelling like trash
John Baker
tfw he took her advice
Connor Powell
Once again, I am the last man standing.
Carson Edwards
Is this or meeting Opeth the highlight of danny's miserable life?