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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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I know it's wrong, I sure don't need your scorn Born under a black hole rising I feel the pull, an urgent undertow Good or bad, who's to say I mean, God is dead and the world's in flames, so Dark star hangs over the ocean Dark star demands your devotion Culling you into the night You say it's wrong as if it's black and white Get off your hellbent high horse Just say your prayers and I'll do what I like I feel the undertow, feel it in my bones Yeah, it feels so close now Dark star hangs over the chapel Dark star glistens on an apple Tell me you don't want a bite I am the snake, I am the shame, I am the grand seduction I am the blood that pools and bruises, I am the poison I am the tug, I am the urge, the beads of sweat on your brow I am the hex, I am the curse your god warned you about I am the wretch, I am the sex, I'm the darkened corner I am the breath upon your neck — yeah, a little closer The deadbeat father, bastard son, the unholy spirit I am the threatening, reckoning ultra-violence I am the snake, I am the shame, I am the grand seduction I am the reason you vehemently believe in nothing I am the star inside your heart you've been taught to confine There is no antichrist, god on high, only human kind My kind Dark star twinkles in your iris Dark star dances on your fingertips
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