I bought my first Cursive album on a hunch.
It was actually a miracle I got into the band in the first place. My brother, off of a sprite bottle cap, got a code for a free song off itunes. And me, being the brat that I was, took it and used it for the Cursive song "Driftwood".
I played the song to death for two weeks before I went to the mall and purchased "The Ugly Organ" along with Hot Hot Heat's "Make Up The Break Down".
I always found Hot Hot Heat's sound easier to listen to, but there was something in Cursive, a magnetism that I felt to the sound that I could not escape. So, I kept listening.
I was so impressed by them, their unique sound, their sometimes catchy, sometimes angry, sometimes morose lyrics. Everything appealed to me. So I downloaded more songs from other albums, songs dubbed as popular, and I found a new sound (from "Domestica") and I was in it deeper.
"The Lament Of Pretty Baby" was one of the first songs I actually felt attached to. It was incredible.
Soon, I bought "Songs Of Early Summer", then "The Difference Between Houses And Homes" and for Christmas begged for my own, real, hard copy of "Domestica"
Then, a year later, "Happy Hollow" came out.
Cursive, for me, is musical Heaven. Sometimes the sounds are disconnected, sometimes they are melodical, Tim Kasher's voice is beautiful and perfect for the type of music Cursive likes to play. Though I think now their sound is going in a new direction, especially with their newest release, I'm fondest of the sound on "Domestica" and "Songs Of Early Summer".
After my parents bought me "Domestica", I discovered the song "The Radiator Hums". The song's begninning reminded me of an upbeat, poppy Third Eye Blind song from the ninety's (and, I'm still a huge Third Eye Blind fan) and also that classic Cursive edge they always seem to have.
But, the song that to this day I am still overtly attached to is "The Lament Of Pretty Baby". Why? I'm not quite sure. Perhaps it reminds me of when I was first listening to Cursive. Or, maybe because it's just that great of a song. So many interesting images and an offbeat (literally, at some points) melody.
I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory, that keeps on haunting me The kitchen door was open a crack, so naively I peek inside
Oh darling sister, have they hurt you? Have they hurt you, oh? Oh pretty baby, they won't touch you. They won't touch you again. We will fix this incident.
I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing, 'cause it's the pretty things that we're always breaking. And now she whispers into the mirror "I'm broken"
Oh, doctor doctor can you fix me? Can you fix me, uh huh? Oh pretty baby, you're so naive. But it comes off so cute. We don't want to fix you, we love you just the way you are. With the butterfly pinned to the page The nightingale locked in the cage- won't you sing for me? Sing for me, uh huh?
Yeah, we love you just the way you are Crushed 'neat fashion magazines Trampled by circus pony dreams Won't you kiss me? Won't you kiss me, uh huh?
Please, mister, can't you fix me? Can't you fix me, uh huh? Someone, anyone, won't you fix me? Won't you fix me, uh huh? Oh, someone, please, the moon has raped me I can feel it inside me Oh, mama, please let someone fix me Let them fix me, uh huh Let them fix me, uh huh
So cry yourself to sleep Cry yourself to sleep I am strong and you are weak Wait, you are strong and I am weak Fuck, just cry yourself to sleep
