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Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain
Is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on
To the self inflicted song
Well, here we go again
The art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail
To boost your CD sales
(And that CD sells - yeah, what a hit)
You've got to repeat it
You gotta' sink to swim
If at first you don't succeed
You gotta recreate your misery
'Cause we all know art is hard
Young artists have got to starve
Try, and fail, and try again
The comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'Til it's all the same old shit
Oh, a second verse!
Well, color me fatigued
I'm hiding in hte leaves
In the CD jacket sleeves
Tired of entertaining
Some double-dipped meaning
A soft serve analogy
This drunken angry slur
In thirty-one flavors
You gotta' sink to swim
Immerse yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some sorry tale
About a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta' fake the pain
You better make it sting
You're goin' break a long
When you get on stage
And they scream your name
"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"
You gotta sink to swim
Impersonate greater persons
'Cause we all know art is hard
When we don't know who we are
Is getting too routine
The crowds are catching on
To the self inflicted song
Well, here we go again
The art of acting weak
Fall in love to fail
To boost your CD sales
(And that CD sells - yeah, what a hit)
You've got to repeat it
You gotta' sink to swim
If at first you don't succeed
You gotta recreate your misery
'Cause we all know art is hard
Young artists have got to starve
Try, and fail, and try again
The comforts of repetition
Keep churning out those hits
'Til it's all the same old shit
Oh, a second verse!
Well, color me fatigued
I'm hiding in hte leaves
In the CD jacket sleeves
Tired of entertaining
Some double-dipped meaning
A soft serve analogy
This drunken angry slur
In thirty-one flavors
You gotta' sink to swim
Immerse yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some sorry tale
About a boy who sells his love affairs
You gotta' fake the pain
You better make it sting
You're goin' break a long
When you get on stage
And they scream your name
"Oh, Cursive is so cool!"
You gotta sink to swim
Impersonate greater persons
'Cause we all know art is hard
When we don't know who we are
Lyrics submitted by ruben, edited by Mellow_Harsher, NBSrock
Track duration: 02:46
"Art Is Hard" as written by Gretta Mindy Cohn, Tim Kasher, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Clint Frederick Schnase, Ted James Stevens
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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this is the truth tho. poetry/lyrics are really hard. when it comes down to it a lot of it is experience and creativity. the experience gives you the ability to recall the strength of certain emotions, and the creativity to help express it to others.
the problem tho, is that you've created a middle man: you're words. by doing that you've lost that same effect that you perceived. the audience (readers and listeners) will only get a glimpse of that experience.
exagerration then becomes key: you gotta make that situation seem more extreme to get everyone interested
"Got to fake, fake, fake the pain
Got to make, make, make it sting"
cursive is forrreal amazing
Conor writes all these artistic, tortured lyrics but his life is awesome and he lives like a rock star. Art is hard work!
tim is so scathing and cynical in this song, it's impossible not to love it