Still stuck in Cure land.
My obsession tends to ebb and flow. At the moment it's ebbing (or is it flowing?!)
No matter. It's such a comfort knowing that regardless of what's going on around me, I can pop in Disintegration or Wish or Pornography or Faith (or to a lesser degree any of the 9 others) and get lost in Robert's voice. While my raging physical attraction to him has waned over the years, his voice... oh, his voice...
I know every single Cure song ever recorded inside and out - I can play every bassline and every guitar hook, I can play entire albums in my head from start to finish. And yet, even after listening to certain songs for the thousandth time, they still evoke that special feeling that no other band has ever gotten close to providing for me. I think it's time to seriously consider my Cure tat, cause at this point I know that I'm hooked for life.
It is a damn shame that Robert slacks off in the lyrics department these days. I can understand that after 30 years of writing lyrics, maybe he's said all that he has to say. Despite that, the sheer lyrical brilliance of Robert Smith in his prime has and will never be matched. I defy anyone to prove me wrong.
I mean, take Disintegration: 7 mins of the most intensely devastating lyrics delivered with anger and yearning unlike any other vocalist can match... utter, complete brilliance...
dropping through sky
through the glass of your roof
through the roof of your mouth
through the mouth of your eye
through the eye of a needle
it's easier for me to get closer to heaven
than ever feel whole again...
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