from the hips.

i recently got my hands on the new cursive album. it's called mama i'm swollen. i've been listening to these dudes for a long time, and this album is very true to form. i can't even talk enough about this album. it's so fucking good. i have been listening to it for days on end. over and over again. musically, its very tight. some upbeat stuff. some real depressing slow shit. typical cursive. they have a new bass player and drummer on this album, and i'm definitely impressed.

lyrically, it's pretty fucking mind-blowing. basically the whole album is dealing with people struggling in their progression to 'adulthood' and living the peter pan syndrome, which i can totally relate to because i'm basically a 31 year old kid. i wouldn't know how to 'grow up' even if i wanted to. i mean seriously. there's a line in one of the songs that says 'i've spent the best years of my life waiting on the best years of my life'. are you fucking kidding me? sweet god kill me now. such a simple statement, but the story of my life to a tee. and the whole album is on that tip. actually, i think if i continue to listen to it on a regular basis, i might drive my car off a bridge. well probably not. but you know what i mean.

peep the lyrics of the first single. from the hips. you can download it for free here, courtesy of their website.

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I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
I'm at my worst when it's not rehearsed
I don't want to know the goddamn words
I don't want to have to spell it out
Don't want to mumble what I'm trying to say
I want to scream it from my foaming mouth
Shoot out the lights and ride away

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
Right!

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