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Cursive Album


The Difference Between Houses And Homes: Lost Songs And Loose Ends 1995-2001 (08/09/2005)
08/09/2005
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Nostalgia
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The Knowledgeable Hasbeens
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I Thought There'd Be More Than This
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That's cool.
I guess you're fitted for solitude
This suit doesn't fit you
Lonely fish - cry in this cage
Does your owner ignore you?

Well, now I'm thinking that I
I've never seen you look so down
I wonder if your heart has been chewed on
Cause sometimes ----- does it
Sometimes they chew toys
For their amusement

Well, I don't want to say
That anything is wrong
But I might not be here
When you come over

It's not your fault
It's all your fault

It's just all the times you said
I wish I had some better friends
I want some lonely fish to call my own

That's fine.
I heard you're headed to home-base
And leaving me behind
Just great.
Now you're safe in your womb
Lock the door to your bedroom

And, and you can punch your walls
And you can yell out at cars
You can scratch
Your favorite band on your wrist
And you can call me up
And, and act like nothing's wrong when
When you get desperate

I don't want to say
that anything is wrong
But I might not be here
When you come over

It's not your fault
It's all your fault

It's just all the times you chewed
On all our feelings you've abused
This solitude is absences of pride

I guess the time I spent on you
Was a waste of my time
Well I guess..
It was a matter of circumstance
And I couldn't compromise

But, but I can play the part
And, and I can scander the role
But I don't want to be
In your sad movie

And when I look back
At my ------------
I cut your heart out
Of every single sec-tion

I don't want to say
that anything is wrong
But I might not be here
(I might not be here)
When you come over
(When you come around)

It's not your fault
It's all you fault

I hope you got the part I said
And as one nation--------
I'm signing off
I'm letting go
You dispenser
I --------

. . .


Strung out on leaving
One leg stretched for the curb
The other one grounds itself against rebirth
So the swallows will stay in the barn
The finches left a long time ago
The fall must be oh so close

I cannot exist in this circumference
I keep a crippled leg on home base

Where I hang my crutches
I’m so weak and needy
My knees are so weak
Crutches keep me from kneeling
I need something I can fall back on
Something to relate to
Something to rotate to, now

Nothing’s so far away
And nothing so good can ever stay
Now, could it?
And I know that the stars all have names
Some of them just aren’t as good as others
Some of them are just letters and numbers

Sometimes I forget
That the smallest things can be oh so big

Where’d you hang my crutches?
I’m so weak I’m bleeding
I bleed every week
Crutches keep me from kneeling
And there’s nothing here to fall back on
Nothing to relate to
Nothing to replace you

Now, nothing seems so far down
Down, I’ll shove my foot
Deeper into the ground

. . .


Everything is all right here,
All clear, get yourself another
We'll stay up all night
And toast to friends we never had.
Stranger angels have snuck around this table
But they disappear
So how did we end up here?

I might be another night
Keep the couch pulled out
Leave a key inside the mailbox.
I might be a parasite
If you feel sucked dry
Then I grab too tight
If you feel sucked dry
Then I grab too tight
If I ever let go, you'd stop my disease.

Take some time to think it over, slower,
You're only getting older
Take all day, let your rationale rush away
Meanwhile I'll stay imprisoned by your mistakes
Persistence,
It's the anchor that will drown me

I might be another night
Keep the couch pulled out
Leave a key inside the mailbox
I might be a parasite
Sucker & dry
With a kiss goodnight
Sucker & dry
With a kiss goodnight
If I every let go, they'll suffocate me

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A right at the light
It’s the long way home
But we’ve got a long time to kill
Before our guts are gutted
Of bad blood they’ve spilled

I left on the light
Directions won’t make sense to unsensing eyes
I’ve such insensitive eyes
I’m so fucking blind
Aren’t I?

Or so it seems
But we just can’t see anything
Past our sight
Or frames of mind
Our senses are snowblind
They’ve left us cold and crippled
Unwilling to reveal our bludgeoned egos

Turn off the light
This conversation’s over
The verdict has arrived
There’s no communication
When we’re too deaf to hear opposing sides

These eyes have no sight past my mind
These senses are so blind
They’ve left me cruelly crippled
Encased within the ego
Frozen ego

Keep driving
Past the light
Keep driving
Out of mind
Out of sight

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Here's a new recruit
With new confusion
His racing thoughts should be (unmade)
If he needs more time, give him more time
We are (not in a prison)

Here's your marriage vows
It's a sweat ring around your black & blue (collar)
If he needs more time, give him more time
To reconfirm his old beliefs
Make the turn towards apathy
or regret
So you can just roam the interstate
(Left buried but you're so convinced)

What does it matter to you,
Or does it matter to you.
In the end, all your friends have gone away
All your friends have gone insane
It's just the hardest grip
and the bit just chokes them
With regret

(Skirting), half alive,
Lifeline like a deadline
To achieve relief
If he needs more time, give him more time
We are (planning our) escape routes
And here's to the year they break us in,
Here's to the year the break us
If he needs more time, give him more time
To carve away his old mistakes
Make a clean, precision break
From regret
And you can just roam the interstate
Look at him, but what does it mean

What does matter to you, or does the mess just shallow you?
Down your drain, all your friends have gone away
All your friends have gone insane
It's just the hardest (grip),
And the bit just chokes them
With regret

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Hey
Are you sleeping?
We've got nothing better to do
Than just lay here
Together
Let it pass
It wasn't so hard to destroy
Now it's not so hard to forget
And it's so cold in here
Are you awake?


. . .


The days are spent,
Chatting amongst the workers,
Of how cold it is outside,
Not to mention their greatest fears,
Like finding the children,
Neglected and naked,
------------,
Like a substitute for love,

No one notices,
Some things disrupting
The normal swing of things,
These hands are shaking,
They lost all trust in me,
Repressd, Repressed,
This memory has weaken,
They won't recall everything,

What's with all the comomtion?
I swear there's nothing to see here.
You didn't see it coming,
Already,

This is the part when the ambulance comes,
There's a dead man in the street,
We gotta take him to morgue,
To be here ---------,
We can't ------,

Somethings disrupting
The normal swing of things.
This institution will run unefficiently,
Standard request,
Send the misses our regards,
Silent ---- sympathies, sympathies
So ---- for a week,
I swallowed some mustard,
Now I'm choking it up,
I refuse -------
-------------
-------------
-------------

Breaking down , breaking down
And i need this simply,
And i need this!

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Nostalgia

[No lyrics]

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The Knowledgeable Hasbeens

[No lyrics]

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Anchors down
We’ve hit the bottom
A vacant resolution
We've always revolved to
But the pivot’s loose
The axis is off centered
Don't look down past your equator
Your balance has transcended your anchor

. . .


The days are spent
chatting amongst the workers
of how cold it is outside,
not to mention their greatest fears:
like finding their children neglected and naked
in battle for with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love.
And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things.
These hands are shaking.
The gloves are touching me.
Reaper?s regret
This memory have weakened.
Now I recall everything.
What?s with all the commotion?
I swear there?s nothing to see here.
You didn?t see it coming.
Already
This is the part where the ambulance comes.
There?s a dead man in the street; we gotta take him to the morgue.
He can?t be here; he?s been blocking traffic for hours.
We can?t find him help his will something?s disrupting the normal swing of things.
This institution
will run efficiently.
Standard regrets
Send the misses our regards.
Sign it deepest sympathies.
Sympathies: some patronage for the weak.
I swallowed some musk and now I?m choking it up.
I refuse to say they won; I win the poison all mixed up in my head,
On my head all those phonies were liars
I don?t (repeated screaming)
I don?t need this
Let?s disappear.
Break it down (repeated x9)
I don?t need this?
sympathy.
I don?t need this

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I Thought There'd Be More Than This

[No lyrics]

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