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No genre, no problem: Cursive's decades-long musical defiance
For nearly 30 years, Tim Kasher and co. have challenged genre conventions, keeping Cursive's sound fiercely unpredictable.
Nov 11, 2024 • 10:07 AM
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Please hang my raincoat I guess that I'll stay a while While I wait on the return It seems the distance you've made Has since lost its meaning Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts To help quicken this sloth driven day As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen They're warning me that something is nearing Disaster... Disaster... Hailstorm... Memories like fireflies A green hue of imagery But much too random to see clearly And I don't recall much between you and me Grey and cloudy This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind What's my line Where are the cue cards Memorize my actions, my discourse Like a discontented fool... This just won't do It's no use These crushing days Absence made your heart bruise You're all bruise You're all bruise
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