Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain
is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on - to the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again - the art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail - to boost your CD sales
And that CD sells - yeah, what a hit
You've got to repeat it
you gotta' sink to swim
If at first you don't succeed
you gotta recreate your misery
'cause we all know art is hard
young artists have gotta starve
Try, and fail, and try again
the comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'til it's all the same old shit
Oh, a second verse!
Well, color me fatigued
I'm hiding in the leaves
in the CD jacket sleeves
tired of entertaining
some double-dipped meaning
a soft serve analogy
This drunken angry slur
in thirty-one flavors
You gotta' sink to swim
immerse yourself in rejection
regurgitate some sorry tale
about a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta' fake the pain
you better make it sting
you're gonna' break a leg
when you get on stage
and they scream your name
"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"
You gotta sink to swim
impersonate greater persons
'cause we all know art is hard
when we don't know who we are
The Recluse lyrics - Cursive
I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me,'
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed.
for fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh Christ, I'm not that desperate. oh no- oh God- I am.
How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.
"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.
Home
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me,'
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed.
for fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh Christ, I'm not that desperate. oh no- oh God- I am.
How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.
"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.
Home
Butcher The Song lyrics - Cursive
There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place.
"Where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship?!?
Why should I play the fall guy to your love?
I keep getting snubbed... what dumb luck, what dumb luck."
'So rub it in... in your dumb lyrics.
Yeah, that's the time and place to wring out your bullshit.
And each album I'll get shit on a little more, 'Who's Tim's latest whore?"
Now, that's not fair - no, that's just obscene.
I'll stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me.
I'm writing songs to entertian,
but these people... they just want pain.
They want to hear my deepest sins
the songs from the ugly organ.
And what comes out is a horrible mess,
songs I can't forget
what's been said and this guilt I can't shed.
It still rings in my ears - Oh, get out
the butcher's knife.
I've been screaming for years
but it gets me nowhere
just get out the butcher's knife.
That organ's playing my song,
but this song's gone on too long.
What a day to sever such ugly extremities.
"What a lovely day", says the butcher
as he raises his arm.
[Spoken:]
And I am what is left: a puppet!
Laughing at the look of amazment on the musician's face,
Pinocchio dove off the cliff and swam away
"Where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship?!?
Why should I play the fall guy to your love?
I keep getting snubbed... what dumb luck, what dumb luck."
'So rub it in... in your dumb lyrics.
Yeah, that's the time and place to wring out your bullshit.
And each album I'll get shit on a little more, 'Who's Tim's latest whore?"
Now, that's not fair - no, that's just obscene.
I'll stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me.
I'm writing songs to entertian,
but these people... they just want pain.
They want to hear my deepest sins
the songs from the ugly organ.
And what comes out is a horrible mess,
songs I can't forget
what's been said and this guilt I can't shed.
It still rings in my ears - Oh, get out
the butcher's knife.
I've been screaming for years
but it gets me nowhere
just get out the butcher's knife.
That organ's playing my song,
but this song's gone on too long.
What a day to sever such ugly extremities.
"What a lovely day", says the butcher
as he raises his arm.
[Spoken:]
And I am what is left: a puppet!
Laughing at the look of amazment on the musician's face,
Pinocchio dove off the cliff and swam away
Driftwood: A Fairy Tale lyrics - Cursive
[Spoken:]
He swam steadily for most of the day.
Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous floating cavern.
Could it be an island?
Pinocchio looked closer and he saw two huge rows of sharp,
yellow teeth and he realized his mistake.
So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings
and spun him about.
That boy sprang up
and began to shout,
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face they're alive!"
And she would cry, "Liar, liar!
What have I done?
You're no lover, and I'm no fighter."
(The story goes on)
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair
to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys-
it's an empty love to fill the void.
"Pinocchio! Oh boy, how your nose has grown!"
So he would cry, "Liar, liar!
I'll prove it to you!"
But then it grew
He had grown tired of her
So it was true
He left her apartment
And he walked all night long
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on, amongst the whales
and the waves, and screamed
"Liar, liar!"
And his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how i was made...
my arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
my name is Driftwood.
He swam steadily for most of the day.
Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous floating cavern.
Could it be an island?
Pinocchio looked closer and he saw two huge rows of sharp,
yellow teeth and he realized his mistake.
So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings
and spun him about.
That boy sprang up
and began to shout,
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face they're alive!"
And she would cry, "Liar, liar!
What have I done?
You're no lover, and I'm no fighter."
(The story goes on)
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair
to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys-
it's an empty love to fill the void.
"Pinocchio! Oh boy, how your nose has grown!"
So he would cry, "Liar, liar!
I'll prove it to you!"
But then it grew
He had grown tired of her
So it was true
He left her apartment
And he walked all night long
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on, amongst the whales
and the waves, and screamed
"Liar, liar!"
And his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how i was made...
my arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
my name is Driftwood.
A Gentleman Caller lyrics - Cursive
Your gentleman caller...
Well, he's been calling on another.
He loves his forbidden fruit...
And as it dribbles down his chin
He cries, "Baby, I've been drinking with some friends! Now how 'bout a little kiss..."
Bad boy...
Rub his nose in it.
What a mess.
... and he's playing dumb.
Do do do do do do do do...
I'm not looking for a lover...
All those lovers are liars.
... I'd never lie to you.
You say you want to get even?
Yeah, you want to get your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?
You bad girl...
Does it feel good being bad?
And getting worse?
Do do do do do do do do...
But in the morning,
on the sober dawn of Sunday...
You're not sure what you have done.
Who told you love was fleeting?
Sometimes men can be so misleading
to take what they need from you.
... Whatever you need to make you feel
like you've been the one behind the wheel.
The sunrise is just over that hill,
The worst is over.
Whatever I said to make you think
that love's the religion of the weak..
This morning we love like weaklings.
The worst is over.
The worst is over.
Well, he's been calling on another.
He loves his forbidden fruit...
And as it dribbles down his chin
He cries, "Baby, I've been drinking with some friends! Now how 'bout a little kiss..."
Bad boy...
Rub his nose in it.
What a mess.
... and he's playing dumb.
Do do do do do do do do...
I'm not looking for a lover...
All those lovers are liars.
... I'd never lie to you.
You say you want to get even?
Yeah, you want to get your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?
You bad girl...
Does it feel good being bad?
And getting worse?
Do do do do do do do do...
But in the morning,
on the sober dawn of Sunday...
You're not sure what you have done.
Who told you love was fleeting?
Sometimes men can be so misleading
to take what they need from you.
... Whatever you need to make you feel
like you've been the one behind the wheel.
The sunrise is just over that hill,
The worst is over.
Whatever I said to make you think
that love's the religion of the weak..
This morning we love like weaklings.
The worst is over.
The worst is over.
Harold Weathervein lyrics - Cursive
Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and witness the sun drops clouds shift
his legs twitch
the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.
in his head its like the weather
back and forth its like the weather
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
both crier and witness the sun drops clouds shift
his legs twitch
the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.
in his head its like the weather
back and forth its like the weather
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
Bloody Murderer lyrics - Cursive
There's a ghost in my bed
she cries in her sleep
she says I won't let her leave
I lie perfectly still
as she stifles her tears
I don't want to disturb her
'Let go, let go - please let me be
Look at the ghost you've made of me'
Dusk dropped her starry gown
I whispered out
"Sweetie, are you here with me?"
the mirror crashed on the dresser
and she began to scream
"Bloody murderer! Let me rest in peace!"
"When I was yours, you fled the scene,
now you can't wash your hands of me."
Bloody murder
You can't hear the screams
she cries in her sleep
she says I won't let her leave
I lie perfectly still
as she stifles her tears
I don't want to disturb her
'Let go, let go - please let me be
Look at the ghost you've made of me'
Dusk dropped her starry gown
I whispered out
"Sweetie, are you here with me?"
the mirror crashed on the dresser
and she began to scream
"Bloody murderer! Let me rest in peace!"
"When I was yours, you fled the scene,
now you can't wash your hands of me."
Bloody murder
You can't hear the screams
Sierra lyrics - Cursive
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony,
"Come on, baby! Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!"
And I wonder who's the father...
And I wonder what they call her - Sierra.
Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every morning?
Does she drink when she thinks about me?
Or doesn't she need to drink... does she have a man who works a nine to five?
Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight?
(And an extra kiss for mama...)
I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment.
I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of my bed.
I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her,
tuck her in and say, "goodnight, my baby girl, Sierra."
Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,
I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to.
My little girl, we would've been so... oh, nevermind.
But I'm ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky.
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony,
"Come on, baby! Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!"
And I wonder who's the father...
And I wonder what they call her - Sierra.
Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every morning?
Does she drink when she thinks about me?
Or doesn't she need to drink... does she have a man who works a nine to five?
Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight?
(And an extra kiss for mama...)
I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment.
I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of my bed.
I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her,
tuck her in and say, "goodnight, my baby girl, Sierra."
Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,
I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to.
My little girl, we would've been so... oh, nevermind.
But I'm ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky.
Staying Alive lyrics - Cursive
I've decided tonight I'm staying alive just kicking and screaming
I'm... I'm staying alive blood boiling and steaming
There are things far too dark to comprehend
Sleep on it one more night, one more night my sad old friend
Alive, I'm staying alive
Alive, I'm staying alive
Kicking and screaming, blood boiling and steaming
Staying alive
Doo do Doo do Doo do Doo do
The worst is over.
I'm... I'm staying alive blood boiling and steaming
There are things far too dark to comprehend
Sleep on it one more night, one more night my sad old friend
Alive, I'm staying alive
Alive, I'm staying alive
Kicking and screaming, blood boiling and steaming
Staying alive
Doo do Doo do Doo do Doo do
The worst is over.
Excerpts From Various Notes Strewn Around The Bedroom Of April Connolly, Feb 24, 1997 lyrics - Cursive
Why I should leave...
No
Why I'm leaving you...
For him
Well let's see here...
Well, let's see
Where should i...
Begin?
Everynight you get annihilated with all your friends
And everynight I drink alone until you stumble in the morning sun
It's a fuck and run
I know see it all I see it in the eyes of those girls
Those fucking girls they smile and nod
But never a single word
I'm just in the way
I'm the ball and chain
You're the jailbird chirping how
Hard life is in the cage
And how hard it is waking up next to me...
Well, you've dug this hole
Come on and fill me up
When you said you loved me
I knew I was getting fucked
You said you'd never let go
All that stopped;
You used to turn me on, now we're just getting off
Thats why I'm leaving you
You really really think that guy is gonna make it alright
Since you told me you could never be in love with another man
Oh but this one is it
But I remember when we met we knew that it was the end
Yeah I remember I remember I remember
All those things
Not everything
Summer haircuts
Dollar movies
We used to sneak a six-pack in your bag
And wait for a girl to scream or a car to crash
So we could crack open our cans
And the time you shaved my head in the front yard
A passerby stopped to take a picture
We ended up in the paper
And now you wanna leave
Well maybe I forgot a couple things
It doesn't mean I don't remember how it feels
When you're lying naked next to me
Valentine
I want to feel your hips pressed up against mine
We'll push into eachother
Love's alive
It might be fleeting but it's ours, it's tonight
So won't you reconsider
Love's lost lives
You might be lonely,
But I'm still by your side
You might have to leave
But not tonight
No
Why I'm leaving you...
For him
Well let's see here...
Well, let's see
Where should i...
Begin?
Everynight you get annihilated with all your friends
And everynight I drink alone until you stumble in the morning sun
It's a fuck and run
I know see it all I see it in the eyes of those girls
Those fucking girls they smile and nod
But never a single word
I'm just in the way
I'm the ball and chain
You're the jailbird chirping how
Hard life is in the cage
And how hard it is waking up next to me...
Well, you've dug this hole
Come on and fill me up
When you said you loved me
I knew I was getting fucked
You said you'd never let go
All that stopped;
You used to turn me on, now we're just getting off
Thats why I'm leaving you
You really really think that guy is gonna make it alright
Since you told me you could never be in love with another man
Oh but this one is it
But I remember when we met we knew that it was the end
Yeah I remember I remember I remember
All those things
Not everything
Summer haircuts
Dollar movies
We used to sneak a six-pack in your bag
And wait for a girl to scream or a car to crash
So we could crack open our cans
And the time you shaved my head in the front yard
A passerby stopped to take a picture
We ended up in the paper
And now you wanna leave
Well maybe I forgot a couple things
It doesn't mean I don't remember how it feels
When you're lying naked next to me
Valentine
I want to feel your hips pressed up against mine
We'll push into eachother
Love's alive
It might be fleeting but it's ours, it's tonight
So won't you reconsider
Love's lost lives
You might be lonely,
But I'm still by your side
You might have to leave
But not tonight
Am I Not Yours? lyrics - Cursive
Who's your school friend?
He left you some messages
He'd love to see you again
Thinks your ideas are brilliant and
Since you've been going out for coffee with him lately,
Is he a pretty good looking guy?
Jealousy
Jealousy
Am I
Am I
Am I
Not yours
Not yours
Not yours
We stopped for some alcohol,
And you stayed in the car.
The bars had gotten out
That line was so long
And I saw you over on the payphone
So I was thinking who do you ever call at 1 am
I wonder who that was.
Jealousy
Jealousy
I am
I am
I am,
Not yours
Not yours
Not yours
We lay in stillness
I stare at our ceilings you're not sleeping
You're not breathing heavily and
I know when you're sleeping you breath so softly on my neck.
Jealousy
Jealousy
I am
I am
I am
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
He left you some messages
He'd love to see you again
Thinks your ideas are brilliant and
Since you've been going out for coffee with him lately,
Is he a pretty good looking guy?
Jealousy
Jealousy
Am I
Am I
Am I
Not yours
Not yours
Not yours
We stopped for some alcohol,
And you stayed in the car.
The bars had gotten out
That line was so long
And I saw you over on the payphone
So I was thinking who do you ever call at 1 am
I wonder who that was.
Jealousy
Jealousy
I am
I am
I am,
Not yours
Not yours
Not yours
We lay in stillness
I stare at our ceilings you're not sleeping
You're not breathing heavily and
I know when you're sleeping you breath so softly on my neck.
Jealousy
Jealousy
I am
I am
I am
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Escape Artist lyrics - Cursive
Midnight is rising your eyes adjusting on a sullen, distant and persistent moon the shadows are thickets they swarm with frogs and crickets droning a collective tone once you get lost in it there's no need for turning back twilight has pulled you in strong just like that the weather shifts and something triggers your legs to carry on.
Why are you running away over and over again?
Why are you running in place?
Daylight is shining your retinas are burning burning burning something is evident your legs will carry you on.
The old haunts are real!
It's just a matter of time before they bury you!
Why are you running away over and over again?
Why are you running in place?
Daylight is shining your retinas are burning burning burning something is evident your legs will carry you on.
The old haunts are real!
It's just a matter of time before they bury you!
May Flowers lyrics - Cursive
I colored this picture for you.
A little girl crying in her room.
Her mom's just outside the door holding her head.
And her brother's outside shooting hoops.
Yeah, you can see him past her windowsill,
but we're not looking at him the same ever again.
Baby what'd he do to you?
Come on what's happened to you?
Tell mama that you're ok?
May flowers she won't say a single word the doctor's gave up on her,
some things just can't be cured. Or covered up.
These days she's hardly alive.
She's already dead in the eyes.
The house has been silent ever since.
Tell me what happened to Caroline.
Whatever happened to Caroline?
Baby what'd he do to you?
Come on what's happened to you?
Mama knows it hurts inside (deflowered)
"when you're on your feed again you'll grow a resilience to those cold,
unrelenting showers." May flowers grow taller,
the harder April storms on the land.
If you knew these storms were gonna come...
I thought mothers protected their young.
Those rainclouds are hiding your son.
Now look at what happened to Caroline!
Whatever happened to Caroline?
How do we solve a problem like
uh oh. Ugh uh, you don't.
still we've got to catch those clouds,
we've got to keep them down.
How do we solve a problem we don't want to know about?
Uh oh, we don't.
A little girl crying in her room.
Her mom's just outside the door holding her head.
And her brother's outside shooting hoops.
Yeah, you can see him past her windowsill,
but we're not looking at him the same ever again.
Baby what'd he do to you?
Come on what's happened to you?
Tell mama that you're ok?
May flowers she won't say a single word the doctor's gave up on her,
some things just can't be cured. Or covered up.
These days she's hardly alive.
She's already dead in the eyes.
The house has been silent ever since.
Tell me what happened to Caroline.
Whatever happened to Caroline?
Baby what'd he do to you?
Come on what's happened to you?
Mama knows it hurts inside (deflowered)
"when you're on your feed again you'll grow a resilience to those cold,
unrelenting showers." May flowers grow taller,
the harder April storms on the land.
If you knew these storms were gonna come...
I thought mothers protected their young.
Those rainclouds are hiding your son.
Now look at what happened to Caroline!
Whatever happened to Caroline?
How do we solve a problem like
uh oh. Ugh uh, you don't.
still we've got to catch those clouds,
we've got to keep them down.
How do we solve a problem we don't want to know about?
Uh oh, we don't.
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