O Cursive é uma banda de Indie Rock/Emo de Omaha, Nesbraska, formada no ano de 1995. A Banda é formada por Tim Kasher(que possui um projeto paralelo chamado The Good Life),Matt Maginn e Ted Stevens. As letras das músicas tem como foco temas como: solidão, hipocrisia religiosa, política e corrupção. A discografia deles é composta pelos seguintes: Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes (1997) The Storms of Early Summer: Semantics of Song (1998)
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the Hips acoustic - Cursive -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chords (I'm not going to act like I know what they're really called) **relative to CAPO**
Cmaj7AmFGDm Bm#9 C e|---0-------0----0-------3-----1------------0------------------------------| B|---0-------1----1-------0-----3-----4------1------------------------------| G|---4-------2----2-------0-----2-----4------0------------------------------| D|---2-------2----3-------0-----0-----0------2------------------------------| A|---3------------3-------2-----------2------3------------------------------| E|------------------------3-------------------------------------------------|
----INTRO------- Cmaj7 , Cmaj7
AmFGCmaj7 I'm at my best when I'm at my worst AmFGCmaj7 I'm at my worst when it's not rehearsed Bm#9 C I don't want to know the goddamn words GAm I don't want to have to spell it out DmC Don't want to mumble what I'm trying to say GC maj7 I want to scream it from my foaming mouth Bm#9 CG Shoot out the lights and ride away ay a ay a
Cmaj7 , Cmaj7
(then pick back up at the Am, same throughout!)
Bridge plays the whole verse progression before picking up at
GCmaj7 ...And I wish that we had never talked Bm#9 CG Our hips said it all a all a all
I'm in my worst when I'm at my best I'm at my best when I'm trying to look and think and talk And sing and read and write like all the rest We're all just trying to play our roles In a play that runs ad nauseum I hate this damn enlightenment We were better off as animals
We're at our best when it's from our hips From our hips we don't give a shit It just feels good, and that's no sin It's the only way to feel alive The closest thing to being born again And when baby comes, it's "job well done" Roll in the hay, or roll around the sun
We're at our worst when it's from our lips From our lips we caused a rift And this world is falling in From Babel to barroom brawls Our words have formed a death sentence And I wish that we had never talked Our hips said it all
And I wish that we had never talked Our hips said it all