1. |
||||
|
Cadged the name from a revolutionary
a violent history that sways and staggers
It all came apart on a Sunday
lidded eyes shooting daggers
The smell of asphalt churning to tar
Lucky money oil polluted the car
And windows rolled up to test the limits
Discovered… in minutes
Trouble breaks the ground and the wound blossoms
Houston, we got a problem
Shaken and baked in the Northeast Kingdom
Never fell south of The Commonwealth
Left unburdened by a decent income
Trading up leisure for wealth
Living out loud with enthusiasm
As long as you're not paying
A dime a dance at the dollar club
playing them like they are laying
and a new cross cracks for every angel fallen
And Houston, we have a problem
Whipped into frenzy by prevailing winds
Rumor and lies and lesser sins
a car trunk full of bad ideas
a glove box full of fake id's
A state cop in the rearview
Our history flashing red and blue
Where else could it go to?
With creeps like me and you
He reaches for his gun, your reaching for the volume
Houston…..
|
||||
2. |
The 1200 Bar Blues
04:55
|
|||
|
a 4 count for 5 dudes with one plan
8 years, 2 divorces, 3 vans
5 regional tours, 2 betrayals
1 bust for pot
a measured rest for the best band
you have never heard of
a long drag for the best song you never knew
From dudes to straight for the court dates
too drunk for the practice room
and this is the end, my friend
the needle has worn through the record
and there nothing left for us to do
It is last call for the dreamers
the last gasp of the believers
Count it off for our final number
the 1200 bar blues
10 steps to indie success
too few friends shouting out loud
a few who wont get out alive
limo dream s light the sky
for all but 5
and this is the end, my friend
the needle has worn through the record
the note has come due
the end of the tour to going nowhere
the death of our raggedy muse
Count it off for our final number
the 1200 bar blues
5 dudes become 4, 3 kids are born
one got cancer, one found Christ
one went crazy, one went west
the practice room became a nursery
this song is all that’s left
and this is the end, my friend
the needle has worn through the record
the exit is in view
One more night of dreaming
for this aging crusty crew
Count it off for our final number
the 1200 bar blues
|
||||
3. |
Summer of Drummers
03:24
|
|||
|
one drummer came with his mother
another drummers brother was a better beat maker
another drummer brought only a shaker
we looked at him funny but he cooked like a baker
one drummer couldn’t get a ride
one drummer would only use the ride cymbal
one drummer and the singer could barely act civil
one drummer spoke exclusively in riddles
one drummer brought his dog
another drummer left behind his addictions
one drummer vanished like he was a magician
another drummer had courage, but too many convictions
one drummer left half way through
another drummer brought a delightful beef stew
another drummer was funner than all the other drummers
but played in to many groups (as they all do)
a summer of drummers is no fun
until you find one
and the feet start moving, the beat gets grooving
It’s a bummer, captain
it’s a bummer
one drummer couldn’t drink because he got hostile
another drummer drank and ended up in the hospital
one drummer dropped acid whenever it was possible
one drummer hit so soft it wasn’t audible
one drummer was dumber than a canned ham
one drummer would stop when we started to jam
one drummer had the feel of a program
one drummer was caught up in a booking scam
a summer of drummers is no fun
until you find one
and the feet start moving, the beat gets grooving
It’s a bummer, captain
it’s a bummer
|
||||
4. |
I'm The Singer
03:51
|
|||
|
You can kick it off, 4 on the floor
But you aint got nothing till I step in the door
I'm The Singer
I'm the action, I'm the drama
I'm the Singer, the word slinger
The voice that coaxed you out of your Mama
You can twiddle your knobs for max pizzazz
But till I get up, your just playing jazz
I'm the Singer, the bell ringer
The roof raiser, the devil praiser
All the drugs and the love and the innumerable perks
And I don't even know how any of this stuff works
Br: And when I'm gone, the solos will never end
And what kind of life is that, My friend?
You can shuffle your feet, balling the jack
Your just twitching till I get back
I'm the singer, you just linger
you’re a bummer of a strummer
I'm the singer, my middle finger
Hits harder than your drummer
Spinning thin with teenaged rage
I cast a wide shadow when I take the stage
I'm the Singer, A dead ringer
For the man that make you simmer
I'm the Singer, no plate spinner
And there is only one. The original sinner.
Ch: I'm The Singer, so your Earthly rules do not apply
I'm The Singer, I'm here to make the young girls sigh
There is no hill that I won't climb
To stand in the brightest light
|
||||
5. |
Hopi Fest
03:13
|
|||
|
spend a Sunday in a barn slick with beer sweat
wracked with hippies with seedy cigarettes
white funk bands act up at the bar
drowning out the folk chicks who came in one car
pissing off the punk kids from the rich side of town
nothing but bands, no one else came around
except the girlfriends of drummers
the bass players sponsor
the girls handing out the Capri samplers
every disaster gets a charity gig
and every charity gig is a disaster
too many bands with too many plans
too much time on your hands
Cadillac dreams of your late teens
sucked in and blown out by the gram
an onslaught of terrible bands
and the ego killing appearance of all their friends
look back at your sad lot and make amends
add alcohol, add it again
every disaster gets a charity gig
and every charity gig is a disaster
Come on children
let us line up in the proper order
let us swing for the angels , Let us honor our guests
and let us never speak of the Hopi Fest
|
||||
6. |
Kinky Devil
03:43
|
|||
|
Oh she is an artist with a whip
and you can be her pallet
You can cast her ballot
if you got the grit
Do you got it boy?
Oh she's a tiger on a leash
A queen to the Egyptians
Walking hashish
A carnal mathematician
Do you get it boy? (I don't think you do)
Oh she is a high heeled riot
Wild eyed and defiant
Dressed to impress
you down to your knees
Are you reading me, son?
You are out of your depths
She is the little death
You will come correct
You will pay your respects
Oh You Kinky Devil
You Made a scene
Kinky Devil
You make all the boys and girls scream
Kinky Devil
Girl of my dreams….
Oh she's an erotic politician
A thinking man's addiction
A smattering of Christian
To cause a full flame ignition
Do you understand?
She's a full blown sensualist
A bold and righteous feminist
A skin contact hypnotist
A genius with the tryst
Do you get it, Man? (No…I don't think you do)
Oh You Kinky Devil
You Made a scene
Kinky Devil
You make all the boys and girls scream
Kinky Devil
Girl of my dreams….
|
||||
7. |
Who Plays First
04:05
|
|||
|
when we leave this stage, it will be on fire
choppers will teem the velvet night
looking for survivors
a great chasm will crack the ground
the sky howls an infernal sound
news crews will swamp the openers
speaking in tongues from the owners
all these things and worse
so you may want to consider who plays first
when the last note rings, count your blessings
but know that time will be short
Your best laid plans are your worst last seconds
a new oppression, a real black wedding
we will walk for years when the show is over
time has concluded and we are cursed
so you may want to consider who plays first
You can build your following
while raging hell is swallowing
All of your best laid plans
Deep into the soil
Your empty chase for fame
has brought you to this shame
to leave it in a rhyme
too pretty, too out of time
Next exit, the abyss
You must have know it would come to this
It wasn’t a coincidence
Idolatry is a crime
Take your last stand
With your shitty shitty band
But remember
Old Scratch is waiting
Old Scratch Is Waiting
When we unplug, everything goes off
The Sun the Moon the Stars
When we step down, it's all coming down
lament wasting your life in these shitty bars
we dint come here to flirt
we came here to wreck your Universe
and I won't lie; its going to hurt…
|
||||
8. |
The Death Of Indie
04:16
|
|||
|
are you looking to buy in cause I'm selling out
so come get your kalimbas and sweaters cheap
the only alt I recognize is current
so let's plug in and start some shit
I want to mainline the mainstream
I won't give up: I will give in
do you feel cool cause I'm getting heated
and this stupid hat is way out of style
all the starving artists, hung and defeated
the bands of the 1000's out on the dole
the bands of the 70's are still on tour
the kids are home packing bowls
your friends got to work so eye the door
Is it wrong to miss a soul sucking machine?
my heart wears patches still
more than a single. less than a human being
we drink as much as we spill
Anything to stop the thrills
Do you want to quit cause I'm just getting started
fortune favors those out of choices
If I'm going to fail, I will fail fantastic
My body dropping will be the new noise
the latest craze for the girls and boys
Is it wrong to miss a soul sucking machine?
my heart wears patches still
more than a single. less than a human being
we drink as much as we spill
Anything to stop the thrills
|
||||
Cursive is Code Deep River, Connecticut
Cursive is Code (or CiC) is an Rock and Roll band with a sound is founded on big guitars, wild organ and trippy electro beats. Lyrically, the songs are about living the local band lifestyle, Limo Dreams for the Post Teens. CiC is JpK and Julie Kay ( The Grimm Generation) Cary Pollick (The Zamboni’s, Big Fat Combo) on lead guitars and Ian Malli (Midnight Anthem) on bass. ... more
If you like Cursive is Code, you may also like:
Vicious Kicks
by David Singer & The Sweet Science
Chicago musician David Singer's latest explores the many facets of rock music, from glam to garage to funk and punk.
go to album
Pugnacious post-punk has unexpected melodies, bright guitars and bouncy rhythms. Jam out.
go to album
The Electric Hour
by Jeffertitti's Nile
The band call their brand of epic cosmic jams Transcendental Space-Punk Doo Wop, and who are we to argue?
go to album
Move To The Trees
by Winter McQuinn
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs.
go to album
Foxy Shazam return with a new LP boasting their trademark grandiose arena glam sound.
go to album
Away From The Castle
by Video Age
Video Age make cute and upbeat power pop that's both quirky and classic at the same time.
go to album
A new EP from Evan Myall delivers four songs packed with irresistible power pop harmonies and jangling guitars.
go to album
