Band members:
Tim Kasher โ lead vocals, guitars, organ
Matt Maginn โ bass, backing vocals
Clint Schnase โ drums, percussion
Ted Stevens โ guitars, backing vocals
Patrick Newbery โ miscellaneous instruments
1997 - Such Blinding Stars for Starving Eyes
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2000 - Domestica
2003 - The Ugly Organ
2006 - Happy Hollow
2009 - Mama, I'm Swollen
2012 - I Am Gemini
2018 - Vitriola
2019 - Get Fixed
The Recluse
Cursive Lyrics
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I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like,
'shoo fly, don't bother me."
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed,
For fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh no - oh god I am.
How'd I end up here to begin with?
I don't know. why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh, please don't barrage me with he questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach
It keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore
Maybe I can wait in bed until she comes home and
Whispers,
"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.
Home
The lyrics to Cursive's song The Recluse explore the feelings of desperation and loneliness that can lead a person to seek comfort in the arms of a stranger. The singer wakes up alone in a room that belongs to a woman he hardly knows but imagines what her books and notebooks might say, as if searching for clues to her identity. He lingers in her bed, afraid to leave and lose the comfort it offers him.
The singer's internal dialogue reveals his feelings of inadequacy and uncertainty in his own life. He wonders how he ended up in this situation and why he starts things he can't finish. He's not sure if he's desperate enough to stay in this woman's bed or if he's just seeking some form of connection. His ego and sense of self-worth are tied to what he feeds it, both physically and emotionally. But in the end, he resigns himself to his current situation and waits for the woman to return to him, even if it means being trapped in her web.
Overall, The Recluse is a poignant look at the conflicting emotions that arise from seeking comfort in another person, even if it isn't necessarily the healthiest choice.
Line by Line Meaning
I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know.
I awaken in a room belonging to a woman I barely know, feeling a false sense of comfort as if I have finally found a home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
Her space is cluttered with her belongings, including books and notebooks that I imagine contain trivial thoughts like 'shoo fly, don't bother me.'
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed, For fear of never lying in this bed again.
I struggle to leave her bed, afraid that I might never have the chance to be in it again.
Oh christ, I'm not that desperate am I? Oh no - oh god I am.
I question how desperate I must be to find comfort in the bed of someone I barely know, and realize that I am indeed that desperate.
How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. why do I start what I can't finish?
I wonder how I found myself in this situation, unsure of why I always seem to start things I can't follow through with.
Oh, please don't barrage me with he questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach It keeps shitting what I feed it.
I plead for others to not bring up the ugly truths to my unanswered questions, comparing my ego to my constantly upset stomach that reacts negatively to what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore. Maybe I can wait in bed until she comes home and whispers, 'you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down.'
Perhaps I have lost the will to finish anything and would rather stay in the woman's bed, waiting for her return so she can lure me into her trap and bite down on me.
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home. Home
I still wake up alone in her unfamiliar room, pretending that I have finally found a place to call home.
Lyrics ยฉ ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Clint Frederick Schnase, Gretta Mindy Cohn, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher
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@yurif5409
I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like,
'shoo fly, don't bother me."
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed,
For fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh christ, I'm not that desperate am I?
Oh no - oh god I am.
How'd I end up here to begin with?
I don't know. why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh, please don't barrage me with the questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach
It keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore
Maybe I can wait in bed until she comes home and
Whispers,
"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.
Home
@purplewolf8211
One of the greatest indie songs ever written and recorded.
@andrewjensen6305
I wouldn't argue too hard against that
@JamesPanzini
truly one of the sickest!
@Laralightning
What are some other of the greatest indie songs?
@adrienneappleton4521
They are amazing live! Seeing them again in October.
@yargnad
I feel that way about the entire album.
@jessavalanche
I'm 31 and will never not remember hearing this for the first time in 2003 over aolmusic on dialup in bumfuck Oklahoma and it changing my absolute world.
@queentee2806
๐คฃ๐คฃ๐คฃ๐คฃ 33 same downloading on aol kazza
@Daniel-qq6yr
@@queentee2806 and right onto whatever cheap ass mp3 player was out at the time for angsty rides in the back of the family car
@andyc.9751
*arkansas *35
Hey it me