Biography:
Cursive is an indie rock band from Omaha, Nebraska, USA, formed in 1995. Musically described as emo and post-hardcore, the band has released eight studio albums and a mix of singles and EPs since 1997, released on record labels 15 Passenger and Saddle Creek.
Band members:
Tim Kasher – lead vocals, guitars, organ
Matt Maginn – bass, backing vocals
Clint Schnase – drums, percussion
Ted Stevens – guitars, backing vocals
Patrick Newbery – miscellaneous instruments
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[Intro]
Gm
[Verse 1]
Gm
Cut it out
Eb
Your self-inflicted pain
Bb
Is getting too routine
Dm
The crowds are catching on
Gm
To the self-inflicted song
Em
Well, here we go again
Bb
The art of acting weak
Dm
Fall in love to fail
Gm
To boost your CD sales
Gm
And that CD sells (Yeah, what a hit)
Gm
You've got to repeat it
Gm
You gotta' sink to swim
Gm
If at first you don't succeed
D/A
You gotta recreate your misery
Bb
Cause we all know art is hard
D/C
Young artists have gotta starve
Gm
Try, and fail, and try again
D/A
The comforts of repetition
Bb
Keep churning out those hits
D/A
'Til it's all the same old shit
Gm
[Verse 2]
Gm
Oh, a second verse!
Eb
Well, color me fatigued
Bb
I'm hiding in the leaves
Dm
In the CD jacket sleeves
Gm
Tired of entertaining
Eb
Some double-dipped meaning
Bb
A soft serve analogy
Dm
This drunken angry slur
Gm
In thirty-one flavors
Gm
You gotta' sink, gotta sink
Gm
Gotta sink to swim
Gm
Immerse yourself in rejection
Gm
Regurgitate some sorry tale
Gm
About a boy who sells his love affairs
Gm
You gotta' fake, fake, fake the pain
Gm
You better make, make, make it sting
Gm
You're gonna' break, break, break a leg
Gm
When you get on stage
Gm
And they scream your name
Gm D/A Bb D/C
("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
[Outro]
("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
Gm
You gotta' sink, gotta sink
Gotta sink to swim
D/A
Impersonate greater persons
Bb
Cause we all know art is hard
D/C
When we don't know who we are
Gm D/A Bb D/C (x2)
Gm/D
Gm
[Verse 1]
Gm
Cut it out
Eb
Your self-inflicted pain
Bb
Is getting too routine
Dm
The crowds are catching on
Gm
To the self-inflicted song
Em
Well, here we go again
Bb
The art of acting weak
Dm
Fall in love to fail
Gm
To boost your CD sales
Gm
And that CD sells (Yeah, what a hit)
Gm
You've got to repeat it
Gm
You gotta' sink to swim
Gm
If at first you don't succeed
D/A
You gotta recreate your misery
Bb
Cause we all know art is hard
D/C
Young artists have gotta starve
Gm
Try, and fail, and try again
D/A
The comforts of repetition
Bb
Keep churning out those hits
D/A
'Til it's all the same old shit
Gm
[Verse 2]
Gm
Oh, a second verse!
Eb
Well, color me fatigued
Bb
I'm hiding in the leaves
Dm
In the CD jacket sleeves
Gm
Tired of entertaining
Eb
Some double-dipped meaning
Bb
A soft serve analogy
Dm
This drunken angry slur
Gm
In thirty-one flavors
Gm
You gotta' sink, gotta sink
Gm
Gotta sink to swim
Gm
Immerse yourself in rejection
Gm
Regurgitate some sorry tale
Gm
About a boy who sells his love affairs
Gm
You gotta' fake, fake, fake the pain
Gm
You better make, make, make it sting
Gm
You're gonna' break, break, break a leg
Gm
When you get on stage
Gm
And they scream your name
Gm D/A Bb D/C
("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
[Outro]
("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
Gm
You gotta' sink, gotta sink
Gotta sink to swim
D/A
Impersonate greater persons
Bb
Cause we all know art is hard
D/C
When we don't know who we are
Gm D/A Bb D/C (x2)
Gm/D
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Cyn
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