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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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Here's a new recruit With new confusion His racing thoughts should be (unmade) If he needs more time, give him more time We are (not in a prison) Here's your marriage vows It's a sweat ring around your black & blue (collar) If he needs more time, give him more time To reconfirm his old beliefs Make the turn towards apathy Or regret So you can just roam the interstate (Left buried but you're so convinced) What does it matter to you, Or does it matter to you. In the end, all your friends have gone away All your friends have gone insane It's just the hardest grip And the bit just chokes them With regret (Skirting), half alive, Lifeline like a deadline To achieve relief If he needs more time, give him more time We are (planning our) escape routes And here's to the year they break us in, Here's to the year the break us If he needs more time, give him more time To carve away his old mistakes Make a clean, precision break From regret And you can just roam the interstate Look at him, but what does it mean What does matter to you, or does the mess just shallow you? Down your drain, all your friends have gone away All your friends have gone insane It's just the hardest (grip), And the bit just chokes them With regret
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