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Album: Miscellaneous (2003)
Artists: Cursive

  1. A Career In Transcendence
  2. A Career In Transcendence
  3. A Gentleman Caller
  4. A Little Song And Dance
  5. A Red So Deep
  6. After The Movies
  7. Am I Not Yours
  8. Bloody Murder
  9. Bloody Murder
  10. Ceilings Crack
  11. Dedication To Desertion
  12. Dedication To Desertion
  13. Downhill Racers
  14. Driftwood
  15. Driftwood
  16. Eight Light Minutes
  17. Excerpts From Random Notes
  18. Fairytales Tell Tales
  19. Making Friends And Acquaintances
  20. Mothership Mothership Do You Read Me
  21. Mothership Mothership Do You Read Me
  22. My Mother The War *
  23. Nonsense By Cursive
  24. Northern Winds
  25. Northern Winds
  26. Pulse
  27. Retirement
  28. Retirement
  29. Road To Financial Stability
  30. Road To Financial Stability
  31. Shallow Means Deep Ends
  32. Some Red Handed Sleight Of Hand
  33. Target Group
  34. The Dirt of the Vineyard
  35. The Farewell Party
  36. Vermont
  37. Warped The Wood Floors


Cursive
Miscellaneous
Retirement
Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard
They're scribed across stained glass
They're posted on the billboards
A lackluster charade
And are we so naive to concede these forefathers?
Apparently we are

Well, apparently it's true
There's no slot machines past the pearly gates
Why do we kid ourselves?
We grow old and wise
We just lose our minds

The dinner is a hit
The guests are full of spirits
They gather around the husband
He's versed in party tricks
The wife is in the bedroom
Smearing her makeup, makeup, make it up
But she's got a lover on the side
Motels, cheap wine
She says "You can't base love off the pity fuck,
unless they've got a lot of money."

'Cause it's the games that we play
'Cause we need to exist
We're not humans, we're citizens
It's the one on the ground
With his hands on his heart
It's the cleavage of division
It's all jagged and jaded
But it suits us
We just fake it through
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