Cursive - Such Blinding Stars For Starving Eyes (1997) [Full Album]

[@FutureOverYou]

In a couple of months, in September of 2022, this album will be 25 years old and it STILL FUCKING SLAPS.

[@crazyshit8]

One of my favorite Crank! Releases next to Mineral, Boys life, Vitreous humor, Christie front drive and The regrets

[@Blindside23]

Yes. a lot of yes.

[@kennethnicholas5938]

Not sure if anyone gives a shit but if you are bored like me atm you can stream pretty much all of the latest movies on instaflixxer. Been streaming with my girlfriend recently :)

[@charlielandon8751]

@Kenneth Nicholas Yea, I've been watching on Instaflixxer for since november myself :D

[@ClayMationNation]

I think this holds up better than Mineral, The promise ring, Joan of arc, etc.

[@thedeathreaperofficial8079]

After the Movies is pretty lit.

[@Nero7713]

1) After the Movies After the movies In the parking lot We stared so long And you kissed me With ripe young breath And I kissed you One night as forever In the movies Well, they never had it so good One moment So infinite On soft wet lips And I miss you Are you glad I'm finally gone? I'm so sorry to hear that I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Have I hurt you? I have hurt myself These sad songs won't change anything Love as fragile as a wineglass It should have been forever Love as fragile as a wineglass It couldn't last forever I'm so sorry It should have been forever I remember how we kissed One night as forever 2) Downhill Racers Hold your breath, dear This ship is going down We're all downhill Running with our timebombs These shins are cracked and splintered These lips are crusted shut These squinting eyes just sting me These veins are drying me up All my limbs They're just tools We're all stilted vehicles These joints rust These pores leak Time gets selfish Time is speed The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. they murdered me. they murdered me Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history All my limbs They're just tools Duplicated, mass produced Running down Losing speed Time escapes us Timing's everything Everything Everything... this is the tic in the heart Everything... this is the beating of the clock Everything... this is an absent blood clot Everything... these are the seconds that I've lost Everything... this is the slow-rush hour Everything's so rushed (this is the slow-rush... hour) Everything... this is the slow rush 3) Ceilings Crack Passed out in your yard My clothes were soaking in the morning rain My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma Like a battered drone All my limbs are numb I've been driving past your house Been pounding at your door I know I'm just a peon to you But I deserve more Than arrogance Condolences My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn And the morning dew... kissed them Drunk on bastille day Throwing pennies at the broken birds Scribbling plans on napkins A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed My bandages Stumbled over to your house I'll sneak in the back door I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before The argument, the accident Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent And my hour is spent I can't afford it this time I can't afford this time I can't afford this time I can't afford it.. The hour has come for retribution I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down The hour has come for retribution I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down 4) The Dirt of the Vinyard Less talk, more dancing If we could push off the sick conversation one more night I surely would My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard Have I soiled your gown? There's soil on your gown, like sangria Cleanses the heart Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime As the big band waltzes on Your stranded eyes whisper.. "The dirt is out I can smell her on your velvet hands." The dirt is out -- Are we stuck in the motions again? Oh, but was it sweet In the vineyard Sangria, won't you bless The starving lips Such virgin lips Would choke on all this grime I've found some dirt under my nails I'll scratch and bite until.. The dirt is out But sangria burns under my skin The dirt is out -- I thought I'd never wash these hands again Under my skin... 5) Target Group There's no use going to des moines I heard it's just like here I guess it's just like everywhere As for us, I guess we're not immune Look at our same plain face Still I assume this subject identity Shared with all the kids that qualify And that's a pretty high percentage to embrace But easier to clasify 'Cause all my friends are in the same target group And all of them look like all of you And they're restless in standstill But they don't know where to go They don't know.. I wish I could dissappear My unwhole self Away from here Away from here... now! I don't want to let it sit around Just make it go away Let it cure itself, let it be a cure for us And if I never leave this hole Make sure you bury me here with all my dead friends We'll make a toast to the ones who ran away Just get me through.. Just get me through.. Just get me through... 6) Eight Light Minutes Clad I'm wearning thin my invitation I'll wear it out But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you We could burn up so close We could burn to our cores Burn to our cores 7) Vermont Staring up at stars From the back seat of a stationwagon Carving the night Trees keep marching by Light poles blur into a stream Blazing laser beams All.. These.. Stars... My thoughts are trivial pursuits My heart's a bomb that's been defused What now? There's no more use for me I'm wasting energy Muscles are weaklings Thoughts just defeat me Numbness is effortless I could get used to this Driving through vermont Overwhelmed by the insignificance My conscience was my crutch For a heightened existence This other wordliness These.. Schoolboy.. Lies... I've been deprived reality Brought up by holy ghosts and saints What now? I'm the delinquent here I'm the contagious one This heart is hopeless I feel the numbness All hail the atheist I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to this 8) Dedication to Desertion Sweating with confidence They're soiling our egos And we're locked at the hip Don't cut the too short You've cut yourself off I thought we agreed No limb should be left So severed and bleeding What are you missing? What are you missing? A truth so disabling Might blind my starving eyes But weren't we locked at the hip? You've cut the cord so short What are you missing? What are you missing? You've cut yourself off I thought we agreed But some doctrines of faith Can be so misleading So what are you missing? What are you missing? 9) Warped the Wood Floor When we were burning These stained walls would swell with passion Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards You'd kick out the nightlight And let the moon bleed through the window Draping over naked bodies We're killing time Trying to love What we can't find But who does? A drier heat than we know blistered me badly We've all been burning out I'll have a gibson My throat is dry from screaming blindly At the wishing stars that wrecked me They kinged me naive Now I keep the nightlight on and watch the sweat drip from the ceiling These summer nights The streetlights burst flames They screech too bright They scream blind A drier heat than we know blistered me badly We've all been burning out A drier heat than we know blistered me badly We've all been burning... out Warp the wooden floor Kick out the light, kick off the bedsheets, and let the moon bleed in Warp the wooden floor Kick out the light, kick off the bedsheets, and let the moon bleed in 10) 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 11) The Farewell Party "Bon voyage" And promptly he hung up the phone There was a doorbell ringing So he snuck out onto the terrace He said "if these were my last words Would they even make print? If all I had to say was simply over said By those old heretics." These words are counterfeit Xeroxed off of memory And no one's listening Hey Twilight dawns All the champagne is gone All that's left is left behind Doorbells, still life Hey "Since you're leaving Was it a hollowed out heart? It seems like you've been searching for some wordly position Somewhere you can curl up in a little ball." It seems the world collapses In the mother's womb The place of birth Where we're all condemned It's the warm, sad, jaded end Starving for salvation on a terrace Drunk, tired, and alone Farewell dead skin These words are second-hand They're dry They're cracked-plastic lies They're cheap old whores That wasted their lives In search of the warmest womb

[@FutureOverYou]

Great job! 👍

[@canalwebeartv3160]

This feeling dude

[@ClayMationNation]

Holy shit I completely forgot about this album till right now.

[@Somereasonstolive]

Ughhhh this is so good .... its emo at its prime

[@clintjones9848]

Emo times!

[@MackMinus]

I've always wondered why they stopped playing these songs when they're all still amazing

[@JohnSmith-gm4qe]

Same. I have nothing against the music they're making now, but it's such a shame to exclude this masterpiece altogether.

[@smittenthekitteninmittens2679]

i think alot of bands just move on from playing their earlier stuff..i guess they get bored of playing the same stuff all the time...

[@sunnohh]

I saw them before the pandemic and they played a couple of their old songs, seeing them tonight and I hope they do it again

[@dsxa918]

I just watched a setlist they played recently, how was 'today's?

[@FutureOverYou]

​@@dsxa918Saw them on Mother's Day in Tulsa and they played some Ugly Organ, Happy Hollow, but then did the entirety of Domestica, cuz this latest tour was like the 20 year anniversary or something of that album. It was really awesome.

[@ValdesHeartsCali87]

fucking reck all day long with this album!!

[@Neonseasnake]

This hurts

[@dreampolice3638]

My Pixy

[@twoheadedboypt2]

Thanks

[@GeneralCuster-zh7bl]

Amazing

[@internetguy9531]

IVE BEEN DRIVING PAST YOUR HOUSE BEEN POUNDING AT YOUR DOOR I KNOW IM JUST A PEON TO YOU BUT I DESERVE MORE THAN ARROGANCE CONDOLENCES MY HEARTS ARE ON THE SLEEVES OF MY SHIRTS SCATTERED OVER YOUR LAWN

[@revolt81]

Target group...damn...

[@jussvicious]

I sampled off this joint! "Ahh was it sweet"

[@JG-ep1mz]

This and bright eyes early shit

[@discowhisper]

this album wrecks

[@michaelyahner6695]

the dirt of the vineyard tho...

[@osoloco3651]

drunk on bastille day....

[@johncosta8557]

Cursive

[@shoehoardingzimbobway4206]

dude

[@GeneralCuster-zh7bl]

I love you Haley I'm sorry for everything I was completely wrong please forgive me

[@Pr0fessorScience]

why tell us? tell Haley

[@schoolboy5201]

Did you ever tell her?

[@Blindside23]

weve all had one or a dozen too many and gone on youtube listening to sad music. just let general custer own this one and move on. i had to get sober or i was gonna die. and ive made this kinda move so many times, and unfortunately not always on youtube