I will never get my head around to how someone who has been with the same girlfriend for their entire life can write the most depressing separation song on earth.
This is what I was just thinking. I will never ever get tiered of this song and, maybe that seems a bit crazy, but I'm kinda in love with it like this Song is ALWAYS there, no matter what will happen, and whenever I need to I can listen to it and get this feeling of getting lost in the magnificent, warm waves of it
@Justin Stanley LOL. Unless you're particularly dull, you'll see the meaning of the lyrics within a few listens. For me, that would've been in about 1990. After that, you keep listening because it's a good song. The meaning gets no more deep.
Some of us we've been "blessed" by some aliments like depression and the ability to be very sensitive, at times the darkest of our emotions show us how beautiful life is on the flipside, because we value it more than the average.
It's not a song, it's an 8-minute spell. It transfixed me in 89 and still does every time. Masterful. Most people don't even know a single thing about it.
I've had the privilege of seeing The Cure 4 times in my 54 years on this planet! I had just turned 21 when this album came out. Mesmerizing today as it was back then in the old Oracle Arena in Oakland, CA
I wish I could meet one who could hear this song with me, and find it as intriguing as I do. A stranger even, but someone who understands how heartbreaking this is, and yet so beautiful. Going through a separation, currently very lonely. I have this song, and the hope of a better future... thanks The Cure. This is my favorite song by them.
Omg everyone, I just saw your messages and likes in support. It's nice to know that there are some gentle souls out there who feel this too. Thankfully I'm in a much better place and mindset now, and I wish the same to all of you. Don't give up!!! 💪🏽😊
Yes, they were leaning towards POP with Kiss me kiss me kiss me than the cure said “Let’s make an album we really want to” and disintegration was made. I wore it out on my CD player and it was unlike anything else out and I’d ever heard. These songs sound amazing live too.
Never gained popularity like other songs but this is such a masterpiece....i'm sure these lyrics are best ever written by Robert. He did gained respect (not that he looked for it. all lyrics he has ever written are coming from the depth of his heart and mind) but i'm sure he's one of the best (if not THE best) songwriter.
This entire album always made me feel as though I was floating across the ocean at night. Too dark to see where the sky meets the water, just left adrift in the calming black.
No maybe. Definitely the best. I can listen to it again and again and again and again and again and again and again and it's always the same, and it's never enough, it takes me miles and miles and miles and miles and miles away from home again and breaks me apart and runs through my fingers like falling sand...
This song is for my boys. I traveled thousands of miles away. I miss you three so much. dad loves you and thinks about you everyday. I'm sorry your mom and I couldn't make it together but I will hold all 3 of you sooner than later. good night my loves
I'm 64 bought the album when it came out played it to death and still playing have the long box set Entreat with this track live and yes loved it then and still love it
Robert, even you are old now (I am old too now) and your hair is thin, you are beautiful, what you do is beautiful, I still love you and what you do, I and I think you are an Angel-Artist. You are a Poet in a cold world and you still help me to understand my life
simon gallup coolest slinger of the bass, Roberts lyrics how does he tap in to these emotions like his heart been broken a million times. Simply a great band even better live.
+Carlos B, Simon on his Eccleshall at his finest. That sound makes the entire music song, Robert makes the story. Easily one of their best, and my favorite. I cannot stop going back to this clip.... for a few years now.
well said. they got me through losing the love of my life june 18.2008.....same girl i saw the cure sept 10.1989 the prayer tour. im thankfull we got to see them 8 months before she died at download fest in mountain view CA.......love u forever laurie. thank god for the cure.
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvety Up tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed And run in thickening streams of greed As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece Oh I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss before I feed The stench of a love for a younger meat And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece But I never said I would stay to the end So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew how the ending would be So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again Round and round and round and it's coming apart again Over and over and over And now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone I'm crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd And the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to Heaven Than ever feel whole again I never said I would stay to the end I knew I would leave you with babies and everything Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When both of us knew how the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is Always is, always is
My fathers treachery, my mothers silent and desperate patience, the grand school gate charade, the endless, hateful white noise inside my teenage head - its as if Robert Smith was there.
i always love live versions of songs by The Cure because i feel that the live music adds to the raw, mellow, soothing, and passionate sound that Robert Smith incorporates into his music and songwriting. The live sound compliments his music greatly and it gives a little passionate edge that has made me a long fan of his music.
This song was the song I listened the most in 2015, that was the worst year of my life (so far) I actually wanted to kill myself. I'm glad I didn't, because I went through all that shit. And I refuse to feel that way again. Now this is the song I listen every time I need to remember that I can pass through everything.
Everybody talks about how phenomemal is this song,, but we also have to recognize the editing of the video, it caught perfectly the song essence, follow the instrumental line and the best partes of Robert interpretation... Perfect!!
The best performance I have seen them play this song was in Chicago at New World Music Theater in 2000. Robert was so involved in the song he was in tears throughout most of the song, not sweat but tears.
Just like to say when I have my dark days, this and Some Kind of Stranger by The Sisters of Mercy brings me out of it. I thank ye Mr. Smith, you are a true genius Sir ! Please keep up the good work!
Fans can say what they want about Porl and Reeves as standout guitar players, but Perry's sloppy left handed playing style added real character depth to the sounds of the songs that sets them apart from all other performances. This era and gong into the early 2000's was my favorite Cure lineup. When you have musicians who want to be there, it makes a difference for the better.
Robert Smith .... I cannot finds the words to express...( but I'm sure you could) , the joy you have brought me for over 25 years.... when I am sad and lonely I listen to you, when my life is full of joy I listen to you, when I bathed in the Ganga in Haradwar, India, when I played with Krishna and Radha in Vrindavan, gazing at the golden Buddha at Wat Po in Bangkok, at the Colosseum and here at home in Boston... I have taken you everywhere.. thank you....
That fucking bass!!! Played like a guitar and then the Japanese style keyboard sound, then the voice of Robert Smith!!!! the English don't have the blues, they have the cure
oh i miss the kiss of treachery the shameless kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the velvety up tight against the side of me and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece oh i miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss before i feed the stench of a love for a younger meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep the holding up on bended knees the addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece but i never said i would stay to the end so i leave you with babies and hoping for frequency screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy screaming me over and over and over i leave you with photographs pictures of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both us knew how the ending would be... so it's all come back round to breaking apart again breking apart like i'm made up of glass again making it up behind my back again holding my breath for the fear of sleep again holding it up behind my head again cut in deep to the heart of the bone again round and round and round and it's coming apart again over and over and over now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces i'll pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone dropping through sky through the glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth through the mouth of your eye through the eye of the needle it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again i never said i would stay to the end i knew i would leave you with babies and everything screaming like this in the hole of sincerity screaming me over and over and over i leave you with photographs pictues of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the memory songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both of us knew how the end always is... how the end always is...
Так удивительно. Я услышала эту песню день назад. Она мне понравилась и я нашла её. А сегодня умер мой дедушка. И я действительно чувствую распад, свою семью, которая тоже распадается. Несколько недель назад умерла моя бабушка, которая была женой деда. Они были родителями моей мамы. Я вроде немного осиротела, что ли. Это так грустно и больно, потому что ветви моего семейного дерева ломаются и падают на землю. Моя сестра живёт в другом городе, за тысячу километров. Удивительно, у неё родился ребёнок этой 2018 зимой. А весной 2019 умерли прабабушка и прадедушка этого ребёнка. Так больно это осознавать, что у деревьев растут новые ветки и ломаются старые. С этим пора смириться и принять, такова жизнь, но это так грустно. Терять близких и родных это ужасно. Любите живых и помните о мёртвых.
If only opinions were facts. Disintegration is overrated and Bloodflowers is severely underrated to being as good if not better than Disintegration from multiple standpoints.
The 80s was a great time, I have been lucky to see some really good bands, coming out, Depeche mode, yazoo, Cure, cult, sisters of mercy, bauhaus, joy division, etc etc etc, today most is crap coming out. Thank god I was born in 1967.....
Probably my most heard song...every time, every place, with or without beer...love to hear it early on my bicycle when I go to work...what a mood in the morning! I love this song!
LYRICS Oh, I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvety Up tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed And run in thickening streams of greed As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece I miss the kiss of treachery The aching kiss before I feed The stench of a love for a younger meat And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece But I never said I would stay to the end So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew how the ending would be So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again Round and round and round and it's coming apart again Over and over and over And now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone I'm crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry For the love of the crowd And the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky Through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth Through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle It's easier for me to get closer to Heaven Than ever feel whole again But I never said I would stay to the end I knew I would leave you and fame isn't everything Screaming like this in the hope of sincerity Screaming it's over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew how the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is How the end always is
In this actual times we all descover that the Cure are with no comment The greayest best band of the world of all times.....and timeless masterpieces we can't getting off ....I love their unique forever music.....gentle guys they are all....but the great leader is the gifted guy real artist special genius human man....wish him to stay eternel the best of all
oh i miss the kiss of treachery the shameless kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the velvety up tight against the side of me and mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece oh i miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss before i feed the stench of a love for a younger meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep the holding up on bended knees the addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piece but i never said i would stay to the end so i leave you with babies and hoping for frequency screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy screaming me over and over and over i leave you with photographs pictures of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both us knew how the ending would be... so it's all come back round to breaking apart again breking apart like i'm made up of glass again making it up behind my back again holding my breath for the fear of sleep again holding it up behind my head again cut in deep to the heart of the bone again round and round and round and it's coming apart again over and over and over now that i know that i'm breaking to pieces i'll pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyone crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone dropping through sky through the glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth through the mouth of your eye through the eye of the needle it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again i never said i would stay to the end i knew i would leave you with babies and everything screaming like this in the hole of sincerity screaming me over and over and over i leave you with photographs pictues of trickery stains on the carpet and stains on the memory songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both of us knew how the end always is... how the end always is...
