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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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Dead end days, all we get is poorer Painting ourselves into a corner Dead end days burdened on your shoulder That chip is growing like a tumor Spreading across your equator Dead end days, how did we end up so lost Who can afford a home Who qualifies for business loans The banks are our masters So bring on the pile of debt We've all got a ransom on our heads Some bigger than others Dead end days, living on the fringes Fake smiles buckle at the hinges Dead end days, crumple up your wish list Some folks are luckier than others Some folks are bound to be smothered Dead end days, everybody's so pissed off Gone are the dreams of youth Gone are the creeds and absolutes We've lost all conviction If only a ray of truth Would part through the clouds so destitute A beautiful beacon If only If only life were a story All our hopes and cares and boats Would be docked along the Shores of weekend homes If only, if only But that's no reality Life is like a bowl of grapes Stomped on until bitter wine is made If only If only life were a story All our bones would never break Crashing like atoms on the interstate If only, if only But that's not reality Life is fine but short on time Best to adapt to your cul-de-sac
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