{"id":9484,"date":"2020-09-13T00:32:09","date_gmt":"2020-09-13T05:32:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=9484"},"modified":"2020-09-30T11:56:51","modified_gmt":"2020-09-30T16:56:51","slug":"the-art-of-disintegration-album-review-for-the-cure-pt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/09\/13\/the-art-of-disintegration-album-review-for-the-cure-pt-1\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Disintegration &#8211; Album Review for the Cure (pt. 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1>Yo.<\/h1>\n<p>Is this? A blog post? I believe so, my friend.<\/p>\n<p>It has been eons since I last posted any glorious content. And this is my first post as a senior! I am required to write a literary review of something once a month, but I hope to upload more regularly than that. Stay tuned! I am dying to inform you all of my quarantine.<\/p>\n<h1>The Art of\u00a0<em>Disintegration\u00a0<\/em>&#8211; Album Review for The Cure<\/h1>\n<p>Originally, I planned on reviewing a Michael Crichton book, but guess what? It is my first blog of the year! So I decided to review an entire album,\u00a0<strong>dun dun dun.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>If you are curious, I still listen to Tears for Fears. In fact, I am listening to their third album right now. By the way, I wrote a blog series about them my junior year, and the posts are still trending. What the heck? I honestly love it.<\/p>\n<p>But newsflash: This may surprise you, but I listen to other music!\u00a0<\/p>\n<h2>The Cure? Huh?<\/h2>\n<pre><a href=\"https:\/\/images.app.goo.gl\/z8o7W9VzK8mCadF3A\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9617\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/The-Cure-300x145.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"325\" height=\"157\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/The-Cure-300x145.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/The-Cure-1024x496.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/The-Cure-768x372.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/The-Cure-1200x581.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/The-Cure.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 325px) 85vw, 325px\" \/><\/a> \u00a0<em>1985<\/em><\/pre>\n<p><em>(note 1: This is so informal, I know, but if you are curious about the source of an incorporated image, drag the image to a tab or simply click it, if that works.)<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>(note 2: I am referencing Wikipedia).<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Cure is an English band that formed in 1978\u2014characterized by various, changing members and one constant: Robert Smith. Wikipedia classifies their music as gothic rock, post-punk, alternative rock, and new wave. I believe that they have about thirteen studio albums, all released not too far apart. In 2019, they were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And despite The Cure producing anything but plastic, overly manufactured pop, the band has found quite a bit of success.<\/p>\n<h2><em>Disintegration: The Album in Question<\/em><\/h2>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-9621\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/CureDisintegration.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"196\" height=\"196\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/CureDisintegration.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/CureDisintegration-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 196px) 85vw, 196px\" \/><\/p>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li><em>Released: May 2, 1989<\/em><\/li>\n<li>Alternative rock, gothic rock, post-punk, new wave, dark wave, dream pop, ethereal wave<\/li>\n<li>Eighth studio album<\/li>\n<li>Charting at no. 3 in the UK and no. 12 in the US,\u00a0<em>Disintegration\u00a0<\/em>lives as the highest selling Cure album to date.\u00a0<\/li>\n<li>Included on <em>Rolling Stone <\/em>magazine&#8217;s list of the &#8220;500 Greatest Albums of All Time.&#8221;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h2>Track One: &#8220;Plainsong&#8221;<\/h2>\n<p><em>Duration: 5:12<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Thoughts<\/h4>\n<p>What a proper intro! I have fallen in love with the soft bells interrupted by the truly extravagant, soaring synth sound (the synth is so awe-inspiring that I have tried learning the notes by ear on my own synthesizer). &#8220;Plainsong&#8221; is an ethereal, simply riveting opening to <em>Disintegration<\/em>, perfectly capturing the essence of the entire album and leaving listeners feeling quite grand.\u00a0<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<p>Characteristic of the Cure, this piece is predominantly instrumental (by that, I mean that the lyrics are not the focus by any means; the effect of the overall sound is spotlighted, a variety of instruments creating an entire universe of so much feeling). However, also characteristic of the Cure, the lyrics are definitely something to appreciate.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<div><strong><em>&#8220;Plainsong&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>I think it&#8217;s dark and it looks like it&#8217;s rain, you said<\/em><br \/><em>And the wind is blowing like it&#8217;s the end of the world, you said<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>And it&#8217;s so cold, it&#8217;s like the cold if you were dead<\/em><br \/><em>And you smiled for a second<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>I think I&#8217;m old and I&#8217;m feeling pain, you said<\/em><br \/><em>And it&#8217;s all running out like it&#8217;s the end of the world, you said<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>And it&#8217;s so cold, it&#8217;s like the cold if you were dead<\/em><br \/><em>And you smiled for a second<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb WRZytc\"><em>Sometimes you make me feel<\/em><br \/><em>Like I&#8217;m living at the edge of the world<\/em><br \/><em>Like I&#8217;m living at the edge of the world<\/em><br \/><em>It&#8217;s just the way I smile, you said<\/em><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>Robert Smith&#8217;s lyrics are often incredibly vague and even abstract, but he is notorious for writing songs with brilliant lyrics. In fact, I admire the poetry of his words and view him as a sort of inspiration. I love abstract poetry meant to convey only feelings drawn up by interpretations. To me, it makes the piece so much more profound and meaningful to the reader.\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>Although I can not confidently analyze any lyric from Robert Smith, I would love to offer my personal interpretation. (:<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>Listening to &#8220;Plainsong&#8221;, I have to realize that the lyrics perfectly match the sound. I love the place the music transports me: I am standing at a cliff&#8217;s edge under a sky filled with immense grey clouds. The wind is berating me, and all is grey and soggy and dark. But all is not necessarily dreary. This is a moment of feeling, of memory. This is a moment worth translating into the opening track of a superb album.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>This piece fills me with a certain dread. It is about growing older and fearing you never leave an impact on the world. It is about a dreary landscape, both literal and metaphorical. It is about being on the verge of so much.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>I love the flow of the lyrics and how it is a conversation. And the last stanza contains such a sincere sweetness. I love it.\u00a0<em>&#8220;Sometimes you make me feel like I&#8217;m living at the edge of the world,&#8221;\u00a0<\/em>and in response, <em>&#8220;It&#8217;s just the way I smile, you said.&#8221;\u00a0<\/em>Despite never witnessing it, I feel this moment within me; it is bittersweet and so close to something vast and a bit terrifying\u2014yet almost indescribable.\u00a0<\/div>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>&#8220;Plainsong&#8221; is one of my favorite tracks on this album! It is definitely captivating, and it creates such an ethereal moment in reality.<\/p>\n<h2>Track Two: &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221;<\/h2>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Cure - Pictures Of You (Official Music Video)\" width=\"840\" height=\"630\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/X8UR2TFUp8w?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>Duration: 7:24<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Thoughts<\/h4>\n<p>Oh my goodness. &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; is one of the most famous Cure songs of all time&#8230;and it is nearly ten minutes long! But listening to it, the song&#8217;s appeal is evident. &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; is truly a masterpiece, a rich blend of various instruments and guitar texture. I can not describe how perfect Smith&#8217;s vocals mix with the sound, and the overall effect is quite heavenly. There is so much subtle variety to this piece, and the end leaves listeners feeling breathless. Experiencing &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; in an upbeat mood, this will make you dance or bob your head while feeling an upwelling of positive feeling. But when experiencing this song in a nostalgic state of longing or even mourning, &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; will tear you apart in the most delicate way.<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<p>Unlike &#8220;Plainsong&#8221;, this piece contains quite a bit of lyrics, and the words are definitely deserving of attention. I contemplated only including excerpts, but the decision-making of which lines tore my heart in two.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><strong><em>&#8220;Pictures of You&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"ujudUb WRZytc\">\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>I&#8217;ve been looking so long at these pictures of you<\/em><br \/><em>That I almost believe that they&#8217;re real<\/em><br \/><em>I&#8217;ve been living so long with my pictures of you<\/em><br \/><em>That I almost believe that the pictures<\/em><br \/><em>Are all I can feel<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>Remembering you standing quiet in the rain<\/em><br \/><em>As I ran to your heart to be near<\/em><br \/><em>And we kissed as the sky fell in<\/em><br \/><em>Holding you close<\/em><br \/><em>How I always held close in your fear<\/em><br \/><em>Remembering you running soft through the night<\/em><br \/><em>You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow<\/em><br \/><em>And screamed at the make-believe<\/em><br \/><em>Screamed at the sky<\/em><br \/><em>And you finally found all your courage<\/em><br \/><em>To let it all go<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>Remembering you fallen into my arms<\/em><br \/><em>Crying for the death of your heart<\/em><br \/><em>You were stone white<\/em><br \/><em>So delicate<\/em><br \/><em>Lost in the cold<\/em><br \/><em>You were always so lost in the dark<\/em><br \/><em>Remembering you how you used to be<\/em><br \/><em>Slow drowned<\/em><br \/><em>You were angels<\/em><br \/><em>So much more than everything<\/em><br \/><em>Hold for the last time then slip away quietly<\/em><br \/><em>Open my eyes<\/em><br \/><em>But I never see anything<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>If only I&#8217;d thought of the right words<\/em><br \/><em>I could have held on to your heart<\/em><br \/><em>If only I&#8217;d thought of the right words<\/em><br \/><em>I wouldn&#8217;t be breaking apart<\/em><br \/><em>All my pictures of you<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>Looking so long at these pictures of you<\/em><br \/><em>But I never hold on to your heart<\/em><br \/><em>Looking so long for the words to be true<\/em><br \/><em>But always just breaking apart<\/em><br \/><em>My pictures of you<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb WRZytc\"><em>There was nothing in the world<\/em><br \/><em>That I ever wanted more<\/em><br \/><em>Than to feel you deep in my heart<\/em><br \/><em>There was nothing in the world<\/em><br \/><em>That I ever wanted more<\/em><br \/><em>Than to never feel the breaking apart<\/em><br \/><em>All my pictures of you<\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>If I could summarize the emotions of this song into one statement, it would be, &#8220;if only.&#8221; This piece is packed full of so much feeling. It is nostalgic, but the kind of nostalgia that proves quite visceral. You can understand the love the narrator has, but loss of some sort is also apparent.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>Yes, &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; feels like a piece written about loss. Is it death? Time? Space? However, we know that only &#8220;pictures&#8221; remain.\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<h5>A<strong> few of my favorite lines:<\/strong><\/h5>\n<div><em>&#8220;I&#8217;ve been living so long with my pictures of you that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel.&#8221;<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div><em>&#8220;&#8230;And screamed at the make-believe\u2014screamed at the sky\u2014and you finally found all your courage to let it all go.&#8221;\u00a0<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div><em>&#8220;Open my eyes, but I never see anything.&#8221;<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div><em>&#8220;There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart.&#8221;<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>All in all, I adore the lyrics in this. The meaning is more straightforward than other Cure songs, but it can be interpreted in so many different ways. Whether you spend the seven minutes dancing dramatically or sobbing freely, the lyrics remain unchanged. The effect is that powerful. And when Robert Smith sings the last stanza, this extraordinary feeling washes over you, a feeling nearly unknown. Smith&#8217;s voice is full of anguish, regret, and gratitude, breathing life into the stellar poetry that will live in your heart long after the song ends.<\/div>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>&#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; is truly a moving piece by the Cure, characterized by a vast blend of sound to sink into. It is reflection, reminiscence. It is loss and adoration. It is regret and gratitude. And it is all of the feelings of yesterday. I can not express my level of appreciation for this song&#8230;some days I skip past it because it is, well, popular and played constantly. But if you endure the seven minutes of reflection and overwhelming feeling, then you understand. It is an unbeatable Cure classic.<\/p>\n<h2>Track Three: &#8220;Closedown&#8221;<\/h2>\n<p><em>Duration: 4:16<\/em><\/p>\n<h4><strong>Initial Thoughts<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p>This song, to me, is reminiscent of &#8220;Plainsong&#8221;&#8230;but in an incredibly satisfying, necessary way. It is aware; it is afraid. Time is moving at an alarming rate, traveling at the speed of the heavily percussive intro. I love the drums being layered with the bass. And I love the random synth and guitar melodies. Such as with &#8220;Plainsong&#8221;, &#8220;Closedown&#8221; contains a limited amount of lyrics\u2014Robert Smith&#8217;s vocals complimenting the instrumental details that subsist whole-heartedly in the spotlight. This piece is meditative, grand, and a balance between grating, heavy bass and light tones produced by synthesizers and rich guitar.\u00a0<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<blockquote>\n<p><strong><em>&#8220;Closedown&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>I&#8217;m running out of time<\/em><br \/><em>I&#8217;m out of step and closing down<\/em><br \/><em>And never sleep for wanting hours<\/em><br \/><em>The empty hours of greed<\/em><br \/><em>And uselessly always the need to feel again<\/em><br \/><em>The real belief of something more than mockery<\/em><br \/><em>If only I could fill my heart with love<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Despite their brief simplicity, I have respect for &#8220;Closedown&#8221;&#8216;s lyrics. The words flow so naturally, and the pace conveys the urgency of Smith&#8217;s message. And so much is packed within this one stanza.<\/p>\n<p>I interpret &#8220;Closedown&#8221; as nearing the end of something monumental. The seconds are flying by, and you are left comprehending how this impacts you. It is about growing older and slipping into routine, and it is about envy. I adore the line, <em>&#8220;If only I can fill my heart with love,&#8221;<\/em> and I can clearly feel the trance-like mix of fear and awe this piece carries. The lyrics are startlingly aware yet&#8230;stuck.<\/p>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>&#8220;Closedown&#8221; is definitely something to listen to while hastily meeting deadlines at the last second. And, on a more serious note, it is a song worth playing when you feel too old or beyond the present, a song for days spent in worry and longing as the end is felt before it is seen. Grounded by heavy bass and drums that echo in your heart, &#8220;Closedown&#8221; effortlessly communicates the dread and awe of the change that arrives with inevitably.<\/p>\n<h2>Track Four: &#8220;Lovesong&#8221;<\/h2>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Cure - Lovesong (Official Music Video)\" width=\"840\" height=\"630\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/hXCKLJGLENs?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>Duration: 3:29<\/em><\/p>\n<h4><strong>Initial Thoughts<\/strong><\/h4>\n<p>Layer heaven! The soft, meditative lull of an organ-like sound carries guitar cracks and lilting melodies, a lovely bass beat, and upbeat drums. Robert Smith&#8217;s voice, full of adoration, elevates the incredible mix of sound to the next level. And random trills and variations to the hypnotic beat create a never-ending intrigue. The overall effect of every musical voice is utterly astounding. Another Cure classic, &#8220;Lovesong&#8221; refines the recipe of a traditional love song to something so savory and fresh, you lose yourself in a world of sincerity.<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<blockquote>\n<p><strong><em>&#8220;Lovesong&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\n<div class=\"PZPZlf\" data-lyricid=\"Lyricfind002-1084816\">\n<div class=\"bbVIQb\">\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you<\/em><br \/><em>You make me feel like I am home again<\/em><br \/><em>Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you<\/em><br \/><em>You make me feel like I am whole again<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you<\/em><br \/><em>You make me feel like I am young again<\/em><br \/><em>Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you<\/em><br \/><em>You make me feel like I am fun again<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>However far away<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><br \/><em>However long I stay<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><br \/><em>Whatever words I say<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div><em>Fly me to the moon<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"bbVIQb\">\n<div class=\"ujudUb u7wWjf\" data-mh=\"-1\"><em>Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you<\/em><br \/><em>You make me feel like I am free again<\/em><br \/><em>Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you<\/em><br \/><em>You make me feel like I am clean again<\/em><\/div>\n<div data-mh=\"-1\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb WRZytc xpdxpnd\" data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\"><em>However far away<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><br \/><em>However long I stay<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><br \/><em>Whatever words I say<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><br \/><em>I will always love you<\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<div data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">&#8220;Lovesong&#8221; is outrageously perfect in its simplicity. There is no need for extravagant moments of jaw-dropping, literary prowess, as every little moment speaks for itself.\u00a0<\/div>\n<div data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<div data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">Robert Smith effectively uses repetition to allow the sound to carry his words and amplify his message. The lyrics are not a separate body; every voice in &#8220;Lovesong&#8221; combines to communicate the song&#8217;s overall intention. I have no choice but to admire this trusting creative process that, in turn, influences the piece in the most perfect way.<\/div>\n<div data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<h5 data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">A Few of My Favorite Lines<\/h5>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\"><em>&#8220;Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again.&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li data-mh=\"154\" data-mhc=\"1\">There is something so impactful about &#8220;home.&#8221;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li><em>&#8220;Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again.&#8221;<\/em><\/li>\n<li><em>&#8220;Whenever I&#8217;m alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again.&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>This contrasts one significant element of &#8220;Plainsong&#8221; and &#8220;Closedown&#8221;! The muse of Smith&#8217;s writing, his wife, challenges his ceaseless worrying of time.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li><em>&#8220;Fly me to the moon.&#8221;<\/em>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>This is spontaneous yet so organic and real.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I love Smith&#8217;s voice throughout every moment of this piece! <em>&#8220;However far away&#8230;,&#8221;\u00a0<\/em>finds its way into the spotlight, and the song benefits from its repetitive, rich effect. The Cure is not a stranger to love songs\u2014two examples of other pieces being &#8220;Halo&#8221; and &#8220;This Twilight Garden&#8221;\u2014but &#8220;Lovesong&#8221; exists as an incredibly bare yet impressive piece that boasts nothing but sincerity.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Lovesong&#8221; lifts listeners in preparation for what lies on the horizon of\u00a0<em>Disintegration<\/em>\u2014a bit of respite in the darkness of time and space.<\/p>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>Not a fan of love songs? Give this one a try. It is not delusional or for show, and it is characterized by a medley of unique tones and voices. Honestly, despite &#8220;Lovesong&#8221;&#8216;s popularity, it is quite hypnotic. I have attempted to translate it into purely synth music, and let me tell you&#8230;playing the\u00a0<em>ba dum duh duh duh duh duuuh duuh\u00a0<\/em>on keyboard is so satisfying it should be unattainable.<\/p>\n<h2>Track Five: &#8220;Last Dance&#8221;\u00a0<\/h2>\n<p><em>Duration: 4:42<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Thoughts<\/h4>\n<p>This piece sticks out to me\u2014an unusual contrast to the swirl of similar feelings before. &#8220;Last Dance&#8221; is somber, yes, but in a way that is polished and contained; no bleeding emotions saturate the sound. This song is a step away from the contemplation of before, and the tone of the album begins to darken. Although &#8220;Last Dance&#8221; feels miles away from &#8220;Lovesong&#8221;, it still focuses on time and some associated negative feelings.<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<p><em>(note: For the sake of brevity, some lines have been omitted; they are marked with ellipses.)<\/em><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><em><strong>&#8220;Last Dance&#8221;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>I&#8217;m so glad you came<\/em><br \/><em>I&#8217;m so glad you remembered<\/em><br \/><em>To see how we&#8217;re ending our last dance together<\/em><br \/><em>Expectant too punctual but<\/em><br \/><em>Prettier than ever<\/em><br \/><em>I really believed that this time it&#8217;s forever<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>But older than me now more constant more real&#8230;<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>&#8230;I&#8217;m so glad you came<\/em><br \/><em>I&#8217;m so glad you remembered<\/em><br \/><em>The walking through walls in the heart of December<\/em><br \/><em>The blindness of happiness<\/em><br \/><em>Of falling down laughing<\/em><br \/><em>And I really believed that this time was forever<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>But Christmas falls late now flatter and colder<\/em><br \/><em>And never as bright as when we used to fall<\/em><br \/><em>All this in an instant before I can kiss you<\/em><br \/><em>A woman now standing were once there was only a girl&#8230;<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\"><em>&#8230;Reluctantly cautiously but<\/em><br \/><em>Prettier than ever I really believed<\/em><br \/><em>That this time it&#8217;s forever<\/em><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb WRZytc\"><em>But Christmas falls late now, flatter and colder<\/em><br \/><em>And never as bright as when we used to fall<\/em><\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb WRZytc\"><em>And even if we drink I don&#8217;t think we would kiss<\/em><br \/><em>In the way that we did when the woman was only a girl<\/em><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>&#8220;Last Dance&#8221; is a separation from the adoring simplicity of &#8220;Lovesong&#8221;; it is more austere, and that is conveyed by eloquent wording and an overall succinct sound.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>A hint of either sarcasm or absurd wonder can be detected, as Smith sings, <em>&#8220;I&#8217;m so glad&#8230;to see how we&#8217;re ending our last dance together.&#8221;\u00a0<\/em>By examining the lyrics and Smith&#8217;s use of, &#8220;<em>a woman now standing where once there was only a girl&#8221;,\u00a0<\/em>I can infer that the subject of the song, perhaps, was once an old muse, and a great deal of time has passed since the narrator last encountered her.\u00a0\u00a0<\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>Throughout the piece, Robert Smith is processing the events unfolding before him while reflecting on the path. The month of December holds significance, and Smith realizes that the current Decembers are not quite like before.<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>In general, I found the lyrics fairly intriguing\u2014especially their tone. One of my favorite lines is, <em>&#8220;the blindness of happiness.&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>I appreciate the sound of &#8220;Last Dance&#8221;; it fits the mood of the lyrics and adds a greater effect to Smith&#8217;s vocals. I love the crying electric guitar and the melodic foundational beats of drums, bass, and synth. Although &#8220;Last Dance&#8221; is not among my all-time favorite Cure songs, I respect the details which make this piece extraordinary: the blend of intense rhythms that combine into one flowing, unstoppable river, Robert&#8217;s versatility in songwriting, and the way Smith emphasizes the pronunciation of each word\u2014this adds to the austerity! Love.<\/p>\n<h3>End of Part One<\/h3>\n<p><em>As my blog has surpassed three thousand words, I will need at least a part two. My apologies! Stay tuned for the remaining seven songs! Peace. (:<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yo. Is this? A blog post? I believe so, my friend. It has been eons since I last posted any glorious content. And this is my first post as a senior! I am required to write a literary review of something once a month, but I hope to upload more regularly than that. 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