Cursive Album

And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse, and songs of lament.
A couple of hymns of confession,
And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
Sing along - I'm on the ugly organ

And now we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
A couple hymns of confession
And song that recognize our sick obsessions
So sing along, I'm on the ugly organ again
Sing along, I'm on the ugly organ
So let's begin

woah oh

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

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
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
woah oh

Cut it out
your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on
to the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again:
the art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail to boost your cd sales
and that cd sells
yeah what a hit
You've got to repeat it
you gotta sink to swim

First you don't, you don't succeed
you gotta recreate your misery
we all know art is hard
young artists have gotta starve
Try and fail and try again
the comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'til it's all the same old shit

Oh, a second verse
Well, color me fatigued
i'm hiding in the leaves in the cd jacket sleeves
Tired of entertaining some double-dipped meaning
a soft-serve analogy
Those drunken, angry slurs
in 31 flavors

Gotta sink, gotta sink, gotta sink to swim
immerse yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some sorry tale
about a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta fake fake fake the pain
You better make make make it sting
You're gonna break break break a leg
when you get on stage
and they scream your name:
Oh cursive is so cool!

You gotta sink gotta sink gotta sink to swim
impersonate greater persons
'cause we all know art is hard
when we don't know who we are

I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home

Her room is littered with her books
and notebooks
I imagine what they say
like, shoo fly dont bother me

and I can hardly get myself out of her bed
for fear of never lying in this bed again
Oh christ -- I'm not that desperate --
oh no, oh god, i am

How'd I end up here to begin with?
I don't know
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh, please don't barage me with the questions
to all those ugly answers
My ego's like my stomach
it keeps shitting what I feed it

but maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore
maybe I can wait in bed till she comes home
and whispers, You're in my web now
I've come to wrap you up tight till it's time to bite down

I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home
home

[No lyrics]

there's a time and a place
this is neither the time nor place
where do i fit in
in this jig-saw of a relationship
why should i play the fall-guy to love
i keep getting snubbed
what dumb luck, what dumbe luck

so rub it in with your dumb lyrics
yeah that's the time and place
to wring out your bullshit
and each album i get shit on a little more

who's tim's latest whore?
now, that's not fair
no that's just obscene
i'll stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me

i'm writing songs to entertain
but these people they just want
they...they just want pain
they want to hear my deepest sins
the songs from the ugly organ

and what comes out is a horrible mess
songs i can't forget, what's been said
and this guilt i can't shed
still rings in my ears, again at the butcher's knife
i've been screaming for years but it gets me nowhere
just get out the butcher's knife

that organ's playing my song
but the song's gone on too long
what a day to sever such ugly extremities
what a lovely day, says the butcher as he raises his arm

...and i am what is left: a puppet. Laughing at the look
of amazement on the musician's face, pinocchio dove
off the cliff and swam away

He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly
he found himself approaching an enormous
floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio
looked closed and he saw two huge rows of
sharp, yellow teeth and he realized his mistake.

So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings,
spun him about,
that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
they are alive."
And she would cry, "liar, liar,
What have I done?
You're no lover and I'm no fighter."

The story goes on.

So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and
kisses though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it's an empty love to fill the void
Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown
So he would cry, "liar, liar,
I'll prove it to you"

But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her
so it was true.
He left her apartment
and he walked all night long,
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and waves
and screamed, "liar, liar"
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.

And now I wonder how I was made
Now I wonder how I was made
My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
my name is Driftwood.

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 some friends! Now how
'bout a little kiss?"
Bad boy!
Rub his nose in it!
What a mess
and he's playing dumb
"doo do doo..."

"I'm not looking for a lover,
all those lovers are liars
I'd never lie to you
You say you want to get even?
Yeah, you want to get
your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?

You bad girl!
Does it feel good being bad?
And getting worse?
"Doo do doo..."

But in the morning
on the sober dawn of Sunday
you're not sure what you have done
who told you love was fleeting?
sometimes men can be so misleading
to take what they need from you
whatever you need to make you feel
like you've been the one behind the wheel
the sunrise is just over that hill
the worst is over
Whatever I said to make you think
that love's the religion of the weak
this morning we love like weaklings
the worst is over

Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and witness the sun drops the clouds shift
his legs twitch

the clocks chime on the cafes, pharmacies, and dime
stores, in bar rooms he sits still all alone erupting
in his head it's like the weather
back and forth hits like the weather
when it rains it pours down

weatherman, do you feel?
is it stormy inside of your veins?

There's a ghost in my bed
she cries in her sleep
she says I won't let her leave
I lie perfectly still
as she stifles her tears
I don't want to disturb her.

'let go, let go-please let me be
Look at the ghost you've made of me'

Dusk dropped her starry gown
I whispered out
"Sweetie, are you here with me?"
the mirror crashed on the dresser
and she began to scream
"Bloody murderer! let me rest in peace!
When I was yours, you fled the scene
now you can't wash your hands of me."
Bloody murderer
You can't hear the screams
Oh, oh, oh

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And
her mom calls out from and apartment balcony, "Come on baby!
Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!"
And I wonder who's the father...
And I wonder what they call her - Sierra

Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every
morning? Does she drink when she thinks about me? Or doesn't
She need to drink...does she have a man who works a nine to
five? Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra, tuck her in
and say goodnight? (and an extra kiss for mama...)
I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment.

I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of
my bed. I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her, tuck her
in and say, 'goodnight, my baby girl, Sierra.'

Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,

I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to.

Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,

My little girl, we would've been so...oh, nevermind. But I'm ready to
settle down now- yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling
north star o'er the desert sky.

I've decided tonight
I'm staying alive
Just kicking and screaming
Alive I'm staying alive
Blood boiling and streaming

There are things far too dark to comprehend
Sleep on it one more night
My sad old friend
Alive, I'm staying alive
Alive, I'm staying alive
Kicking and screaming
Blood boiling and streaming
Staying alive

Doo do Doo do Doo do

The worst is over