Cursive - The Martyr | Текст Иностранной Песни
And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered
Cursive - The Ugly Organist | Текст Иностранной Песни
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
Cursive - Let Me Up | Текст Иностранной Песни
Diseased heat, August on the 101 Let me up The pale moon offers no consolations Would you let me up? Mosquitoes fat with our marrow Ebb and flow through the
Cursive - The Casualty | Текст Иностранной Песни
The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the
Cursive - Rise Up! Rise Up! | Текст Иностранной Песни
Dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today Hope you don't mind if I hide behind the curtain It's been fifteen years since my last confession By your good
Cursive - A Career In Transcendence | Текст Иностранной Песни
congratulations you're a real major-leauger now the word around looks like you finally made it, boy is that your nest was too cozy mama must be so, so proud you're on your own now, boy
Cursive - The Bitter End | Текст Иностранной Песни
When the bitter end arrives, will we be at war or sadly, madly in love? Will we beg for one more night? Or will we have our bags packed waiting at the door? When
Cursive - The Night I Lost The Will To Fight | Текст Иностранной Песни
I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase... I need a catalyst, to
Cursive - The Recluse | Текст Иностранной Песни
I wake alone, ina woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say,
Cursive - A Gentleman Caller | Текст Иностранной Песни
Your gentleman caller, Well, he's been calling on another He loves his forbidden fruit. And as it dribbles down his chin He cries, "baby, I've been drinking with