What about if I tell you that I have Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Three Imaginary Boys (the old (I think German) pressing, not the new release), and managed to get ahold of not just Standing On A Beach but ALSO Staring At The Sea?
That cuts you some slack, but without Disintigration, you don't have the #1 Goth Break-Up Song.
That cuts you some slack, but without Disintigration, you don't have the #1 Goth Break-Up Song.
See, I thought that was Voltaire's Owee!
Although when I got divorced, I listened to Weird Al's You don't Love Me Anymore. A lot. Like, a lot a lot.
See, I thought that was Voltaire's Owee!
Piffle. That's the NewSkool break-up song. YeOldeSkool Goth break-up song is "Pictures of You". Or "Song to the Siren" by This Mortal Coil.
Pictures Of You is considered Olde School now? Damn.
Pictures Of You is considered Olde School now? Damn.
Yep. Didn't you get the memo?
Yep. Didn't you get the memo?
Apparantly not. What about Bauhaus's Crowds? Is that, like Anciente Schoole?
BTW, when I told my friend that I had my Goth Card revoked, he asked, "What did you do, write GOOD poetry?"
You worthless bitch
You fickle shit
You will spit on me
You will make me spit
What do you want of me
What do you long from me
A slim pixie, thin and forlorn
A count, white and drawn
I'm afraid all the potential Kate Bush fans got snapped up by Tori Amos and Bjork.
Both of those work on my last nerve. Okay, Bjork works my last nerve. Tori Amos, I just don't get the appeal of, and I have to endure far to many people rave on about her.
I can be a little cranky, I think.