Emilie Autumn
Emilie Autumn
Emilie Autumn Liddell, better known by her stage name Emilie Autumn, is an American singer-songwriter, poet, violinist, and actress. Autumn's musical style has been described by her as "Fairy Pop", "Fantasy Rock" or "Victoriandustrial". It is influenced by glam rock—from plays, novels, and history, particularly the Victorian era. Performing with her all-female backup dancers The Bloody Crumpets, Autumn incorporates elements of classical music, cabaret, electronica, and glam rock with theatrics, and burlesque...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth22 September 1979
CityLos Angeles, CA
CountryUnited States of America
And falling's just another way to fly.
Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human
I was reading everything under the sun from music history to feminist literature to Shakespeare, which is why I'm not a complete idiot at this time.
You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.
Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.
There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.
I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me...
Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me... I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.
For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night
Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?