Sunday, April 1, 2012

bite my lip and count to three...

I remember listening to this in my bedroom fifteen years ago. My second year of high school, which ended up being the most... 'formative' of life. It's fucking scary that fifteen years feel like yesterday.



p.s.: Wild Mood Swings is a great fucking album and don't let any jaded Cure fans tell you otherwise. It's what got me into The Cure way back in '96.

Sure, this isn't their best song by a mile, but who else writes lines like this?


All the tears you cry
They're not tears for me
Regrets about your life
They're not regrets for me
It never turns out how you want
Why can't you see?
It all just slips away
It always slips away...
eventually

...but there are long, long nights when I lay awake
and I think of what I've done
and how I've thrown my sweetest dreams away
and what I've really become
and however hard I try
I will always feel regret
However hard I try
I will never forget


probably one of the most bleak Cure songs ever. This coming from 20+ years of bleak material. and happy material. and everything in between. and that's what makes The Cure so special.