darkwave
Darkwave is an umbrella term which refers to a movement that began in the late 1970s, coinciding with the popularity of New Wave and Post-punk music. Building upon the basic principles of those musical movements, dark wave evolved through the addition of dark, thoughtful lyrics and an undertone of darkness. Dark wave is inseparably connected with the stylistic developments of the late 1970s and the 1980s. In the 1980s a versatile subculture developed within the dark wave movement, whose members were called "wavers" or "dark wavers". Read Full BioDarkwave is an umbrella term which refers to a movement that began in the late 1970s, coinciding with the popularity of New Wave and Post-punk music. Building upon the basic principles of those musical movements, dark wave evolved through the addition of dark, thoughtful lyrics and an undertone of darkness. Dark wave is inseparably connected with the stylistic developments of the late 1970s and the 1980s. In the 1980s a versatile subculture developed within the dark wave movement, whose members were called "wavers" or "dark wavers". Goth rock was originally included in the movement so darkwave became an important part of the goth scene and closely connected with the goth subculture. It combines new wave with goth rock.
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A Forest
The Cure Lyrics
Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
If you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes
I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees
Into the trees
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
(Again and again and again and again)
And again
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Robert James Smith, Laurence Andrew Tolhurst, Matthieu Aiden Hartley, Simon Johnathon Gallup
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Stephy Thomas
I just love it how complete stranger are more braver to vocalize such comment via the web...
But, can not say it to the face?
Ifs not like anyone of these poor sods know me. Nor do the things they say bothered me. They are not my gods, nor do they reflect the best,but rather the reason why I practice practice shadow work.
For the ones who actually enjoyed this joke, thank you.
For the ones who left fowl ones,hmmmm let me see if I have extra fucks to spare.... nope. These fucks are reserved, but have fun being critics. At least you're good at something.
chris miller
A tree dead in summer never to awake in its eternal slumber:
This forest, this weight that now has become the barriers on your chest.
Her touch, her torch of feather-weight fondness that shall force
to caress and why true love could fail nature's ultimate test.
A once mighty tree that was so deeply planted who lost its leaves of love
that were so enchanted. How could the change of seasons without any remorse
of feeling deprive your growth for any rhyme of reason. Your leaves now deprived
to feel while the slave of insurrection has turned your bitter bark to steel.
They now surround you, these trees, the barriers of your ghost for all to see. Your tree
now to weak and timid, never knowing why true love as a tree's growth has no limits.
A tree that has died, now decayed and withered your mighty crown turned to splinter.
Its not the girl that was lost, but your heart entombed and served as the main course,
buried all to deep within winters unrelenting frost. It was having no will to wonder why
leaves fall before winters chill. You never heard her voice to fool yourself thinking
freewill has any choice. Its why your tree stands alone in the deepest part of the forest,
shrouded by mist in your brevity for all eternity knowing you will never touch or feel her kiss.
Edward Cummings
I'm sitting by a fire with the love of my life in the woods listening to this gem at 56, does it get better?
Connor
With a last name like Cummings, yes.
David Aguillon
Life goals
Burnt Umbrage
Who ever knew what Cure songs were really about?! But. The music moves me. And when i find anyone else who’s also moved by it, it’s a real bonding opportunity. Shared experience, people! Lasts moments only, Very rare. But when it happens - makes you feel like we really are all connected somehow...👍🏼 Rock on, fellow humans!
Maria Serrano
No dude you won.
Erick Donis
I want to be you...
Tom.
if this ain't playing at my funeral , I'm not even coming.
Josh McGill
This has to be in the running for most deft goth comment of all time.
Jay Hernewacke
If they made those mini sandwiches with the crusts cut off I'll bet you'll show up , but in disguise.
GR V
😄