d-EMO-cracy

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Since I heard the word emo, I haven't looked up it's formal definition in the web. I had accepted as is the contextual definitions my social circle had imposed on me. Based on what I gather, the word 'emo' is characterized by the goth fashion (distinctive hairstyle, dark lipstick, nail polish even with the guys, eyeliners, striped shirts and long kinds of socks). Emos are the people who are more concentrated on their inner feelings, they are emotional, sensitive, and have in-depth understanding of loving and losing. These are the 'emos' in my perspective.

Then yesterday, I asked Mr. Google about it and he referred me to Ms Wikipedia. She educated me that emo is a style of music, punk rock. Even the disambiguations did not match with my pre-defined meaning. But it did not make me wrong nor my friends because the word evolves through time. People can baptize a completely new definition for it as it is affected by culture and everyday usage. Thus gradually losing it's intended definition.

As I was browsing, I came upon a lyrics which relayed a much wider characterization of the emos. The lyrics contain the picture of the typical emos, their behaviors, fashion and looks. It helped me to clarify things out from my own definition. I downloaded the song and goodness, the singers are really funny! I think we call these people in our country as the "jumping jologs" with the exception that they are always jumping at concerts.

The song is "I Must be EMO" by Hollywood Undead.

Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward
I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red romance andsuffocate me dry concert
It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab
And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Somedays.
I’m an emo kid, non-confroming as can be you’d be non-conforming to if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs, cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below tranvestite
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
I’m dark, and sensitive with low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I’m grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can’t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy
They don’t need another one
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss
You know? It’s so dark
And its suffocating me
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip
Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans.
Which look great on me, by the way
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls I’d only be half right
I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo
My parents don’t get me , you know?
They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy ,well, a couple of guys
But I mean, it's the 2000's, can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay?
I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways
I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one on that gets me, You’re my best friend, I feel like tacos.

By the way, I like the title that I had come up with with this post. downward
I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red romance andsuffocate me dry concert
It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab
And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Somedays.
I’m an emo kid, non-confroming as can be you’d be non-conforming to if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs, cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below tranvestite
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
I’m dark, and sensitive with low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I’m grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can’t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy
They don’t need another one
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss
You know? It’s so dark
And its suffocating me
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip
Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans.
Which look great on me, by the way
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls I’d only be half right
I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo
My parents don’t get me , you know?
They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy ,well, a couple of guys
But I mean, it's the 2000's, can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay?
I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways
I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one on that gets me, You’re my best friend, I feel like tacos.


By the way, I like the title that I had come up with with this post.
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