Cursive is an indie rock band from Omaha, Nebraska, USA, formed in 1995. Mu… Read Full Bio ↴Cursive is an indie rock band from Omaha, Nebraska, USA, formed in 1995. Musically described as emo and post-hardcore, the band has released eight studio albums and a mix of singles and EPs since 1997, released on record labels 15 Passenger and Saddle Creek.

Band members:
Tim Kasher – lead vocals, guitars, organ
Matt Maginn – bass, backing vocals
Clint Schnase – drums, percussion
Ted Stevens – guitars, backing vocals
Patrick Newbery – miscellaneous instruments

1997 - Such Blinding Stars for Starving Eyes
1998 - The Storms of Early Summer
2000 - Domestica
2003 - The Ugly Organ
2006 - Happy Hollow
2009 - Mama, I'm Swollen
2012 - I Am Gemini
2018 - Vitriola
2019 - Get Fixed

A Disruption in the Normal Swing of Things
Cursive Lyrics

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The days are spent
Chatting amongst the workers
Of how cold it is outside
Not to mention their greatest fears
Like finding their children neglected and naked
In battle for with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love
And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things
These hands are shaking

The gloves are touching me
Reaper's regret
This memory have weakened
Now I recall everything
What's with all the commotion?
I swear there's nothing to see here
You didn't see it coming
Already
This is the part where the ambulance comes
There's a dead man in the street; we gotta take him to the morgue
He can't be here; he's been blocking traffic for hours
We can't find him help his will something's disrupting the normal swing of things
This institution will run efficiently
Standard regrets
Send the misses our regards
Sign it deepest sympathies
Sympathies: some patronage for the weak
I swallowed some musk and now I'm choking it up
I refuse to say they won; I win the poison all mixed up in my head
On my head all those phonies were liars
I don't (repeated screaming)
I don't need this
Let's disappear
Break it down [Repeat x9]
I don't need this

Sympathy
I don't need this

Overall Meaning

The song "Disruption in the Normal Swing of Things" by Cursive tells a story of chaos and disruption in the daily routine of workers. The song opens with workers chatting about the weather outside while also discussing their fears, such as finding their children neglected or being in battle with crack fiends. The singer then reveals that something is disrupting the normal flow of things, but no one seems to notice. The line "these hands are shaking, the gloves are touching me, Reaper's regret" hints at the disturbance being related to death.

As the song progresses, the chaos becomes more apparent. The singer recalls memories that have weakened, and there is a dead man lying in the street blocking traffic. The workers call for an ambulance but seem more concerned about the traffic delays than the loss of life. The line "This institution will run efficiently, standard regrets, send the misses our regards, sign it deepest sympathies" highlights the apathy and detachment of those in charge, dismissing tragedy with standard condolences.

The song culminates in the singer's declaration that they don't need this sympathy, and they are ready to disappear. The repetition of "I don't need this" emphasizes the feeling of being suffocated and overwhelmed by the chaos and disruption.

Overall, "Disruption in the Normal Swing of Things" highlights the fragility of our daily routines and the potential for disruption and chaos to upend our lives.

Line by Line Meaning

The days are spent
Our time is consumed

Chatting amongst the workers
We talk with colleagues

Of how cold it is outside
About the temperature of the outdoor environment

Not to mention their greatest fears
Additionally, their top anxieties

Like finding their children neglected and naked
For example, discovering their offspring uncared for and exposed

In battle for with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love
At war with drug addicts, as if addicted to fighting

And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things
Ignoring an obstruction of routine

These hands are shaking
My palms tremble

The gloves are touching me
The gloves make contact with my skin

Reaper's regret
The remorse of death

This memory have weakened
I have a fading recollection

Now I recall everything
At present, I remember all

What's with all the commotion?
What is the uproar about?

I swear there's nothing to see here
I assure you, there is no spectacle

You didn't see it coming
You were unaware of the event's arrival

This is the part where the ambulance comes
This is the segment where the emergency vehicle arrives

There's a dead man in the street; we gotta take him to the morgue
A deceased male lies on the roadway; he requires transportation to the mortuary

He can't be here; he's been blocking traffic for hours
He cannot remain here; his presence impedes vehicular flow for an extended period

We can't find him help his will something's disrupting the normal swing of things
We cannot provide him with aid due to interference with the regular routine

This institution will run efficiently
This establishment shall operate competently

Standard regrets
Usual apologies

Send the misses our regards
Extend greetings to the spouse

Sign it deepest sympathies
Declare it our profound condolences

Sympathies: some patronage for the weak
Compassion: a form of assistance for the vulnerable

I swallowed some musk and now I'm choking it up
I consumed fragrance and now it chokes me

I refuse to say they won; I win the poison all mixed up in my head
I won't admit their victory; instead, I triumph over the toxin that clouds my mind

On my head all those phonies were liars
Deceivers dishonored me

I don't (repeated screaming)
I reject it (yelling repeatedly)

I don't need this
I don't require this

Let's disappear
Vanish with me

Break it down [Repeat x9]
Dismantle it (repeated nine times)

I don't need this
I don't require this

Sympathy
Compassion

I don't need this
I don't require this

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Clint Frederick Schnase, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Steve Mark Pedersen, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher

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