Biografía:
Cursive es una banda de indie rock estadounidense que en su pasado se caracterizó por mezclar el cello rock creando un sonido muy peculiar el cual encanta a sus fans underground Pertenecen a una discografica de su ciudad natal Nebraska. Llevan 15 años de carrera y son muy conocidos a nivel mundial, en sus conciertos participan otros miembros con trombones u otros instrumentos, su vocalista Tim Kasher puede tocar la guitarra, cantar y tocar el organo hammond al mismo tiempo. Posee un sonido puro y no se han vendido a una multinacional.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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
Cymphonique Mill (...)
Cyn
Cyndi Lauper
Cynthia Hopkins
Cynthia Lin
D.s.s.
D?em
Da Vinci's (...)
Dad
Daddy Yankee