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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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And now we proudly present Songs perverse and songs of lament A couple hymns of confession And songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along, I'm on the ugly organ again Sing along, I'm on the ugly organ, so let's begin There's no use to keep a secret Everything I hide ends up in lyrics So read on, accuse me when you're done If it sounds like I did you wrong Whoa-oh Our Father who art in Heaven Save me from the wreck I'm about to drown in Didn't I learn anything Counting out my sins on rosary beads? The reverend plays on the ugly organ, oh-oh He spews out his sweet and salty sermon on the audience So why do I think I'm any different? I've been making money off of my indifference We all pass the hat around This is my body, this is the blood I found On my hands after I wrote this album Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans Some red handed sleight of hand Whoa-oh Whoa Yeah Whoa-whoa-whoa
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