Thank God I'm Pretty - Emilie Autumn (with lyrics video free download

Albert Yates

Today's musical selection is brought to you by a mix of Einstürzende Neubauten and Emelie Autumn. Experimental Industrial and victorian-inspired industrial/classical. It's been a fun day!Thank God I'm Pretty - Emilie Autumn (with lyrics

Eugenia123345

One day, I'll be able to listen to this and actually think I'm pretty. 

Bob The Banana

Emily Autumn Fritzges (Born 09/22/77)She is the 2nd oldest of 5 children (all of which are still alive). Her mother is world renowned costumer Janice Longmire (still alive as well), who dropped “Fritzges” after a separation from Wolfgang Fritzges, her estranged husband and father of all 5 children, and returned to her birth name “Longmire”. Wolfgang passed away after a brief yet fatal battle with lung cancer in the fall of 2004. EA, who had simply gone by “Autumn” her entire life before taking on her current persona, was the only member of the family who had refused all communication with her father throughout his illness, and did not attend his service. “Liddell” was the married name of EA’s maternal grandmother, who had little to no contact with the family throughout the children’s upbringing. Being that Liddell was actually the step father of Janice Longmire, there is no biological connection between Liddell and EA whatsoever. As for the connection to Alice Liddell, there’s absolutely zero proof, and this was never something that was claimed, promoted, or encouraged within the family. EA’s decision to change her name is strictly cosmetic, and for promotional purposes, as is much of what she claims to be her past. She grew up in the loving environment of a lower-middle class Southern California family. Aside from the separation of her parents, which was handled peacefully and without putting any tension on the children, she experienced a positive upbringing with absolutely zero underlying mental conditions or elements of alienation. EA chose to be home schooled which allowed her to devote nearly all her time to practicing violin and music composition. This was a desire and commitment that was met with no opposition by any members of her family. After repeated attempts to secure recording contracts in Los Angeles throughout her late teens, all ending in failure, EA left her family for a 2 week trip to Chicago in hopes of establishing a deal. This would be the last time her family saw her. Like a child running away from home, EA soon cut off all communication to her family, only reconnecting when in need of money or favor. Her mother, who had already designed and produced all of EA’s original theatrical outfits (pre-fairy wings) was asked to make several more pieces and send them back East. Upon completion of the costumes, all ties were cut and EA began experimenting with vocals, face-painting, falsifying her past, and branding herself as an emotionally and mentally damaged orphan with fictitious accounts of abuse. The singular truth is that EA is a fictional character, with fictional interests, fictional illnesses, and a fictional past. The hordes of fans and followers who’ve spent a great amount of their time idolizing her and researching her past have ultimately done so in vein, to her own amusement, at their expense. It’s an intentionally and maticulously manufactured facade, created to engage a niche market of subculture, after she was unable to secure success in her previous attempts at the world’s larger audience. As weak-minded people observe her stage and social performance as genuine, there exists an underlying insincerity that only manifests from something so forced. Her fans identify with her as an act of fantasy, now turning her self-manufactured success into legitimate success. This is the type of person who updates their own Wikipedia… 

Tobea Ådin

I'm by no definition considered pretty by anoyone in their right mind, or wrong either for that matter, but nevertheless, these lyrcs are so relatable that it nearly chokes me...But what hurts deepest, is that it's based on EA's experiences, poor woman...