This is so beautiful I have no words... What a joy it is to finally listen to a new studio Cure song ! Got a 3CD edition for my mother, my father, my uncle and I !
Still do not see the CD or Deluxe Edition listed on every shop. Just MP3.
I got mine on La Fnac but I don't know about the others shops... I'm hoping the Alone single will come out on Itunes anytime soon so I can buy it...
You've been jealous ever since the day we met ....
I've negotiated so many hand-me-downs I think I'm content now...
Ah but, wait til Charlotte discovers I'm upgrading my vioce activated kettle, coffee machine and air fryer ...... The TV wasn't a hand me down, cheek!!
"Alone is the track that unlocked the record; as soon as we had that piece of music recorded I knew it was the opening song, and I felt the whole album come into focus. I had been struggling to find the right opening line for the right opening song for a while, working with the simple idea of ‘being alone’, always in the back of my mind this nagging feeling that I already knew what the opening line should be… as soon as we finished recording I remembered the poem ‘Dregs’ by the English poet Ernest Dowson… and that was the moment when I knew the song – and the album – were real."
This is so beautiful I have no words... What a joy it is to finally listen to a new studio Cure song ! Got a 3CD edition for my mother, my father, my uncle and I !
Still do not see the CD or Deluxe Edition listed on every shop. Just MP3.
"Alone is the track that unlocked the record; as soon as we had that piece of music recorded I knew it was the opening song, and I felt the whole album come into focus. I had been struggling to find the right opening line for the right opening song for a while, working with the simple idea of ‘being alone’, always in the back of my mind this nagging feeling that I already knew what the opening line should be… as soon as we finished recording I remembered the poem ‘Dregs’ by the English poet Ernest Dowson… and that was the moment when I knew the song – and the album – were real."
"Alone is the track that unlocked the record; as soon as we had that piece of music recorded I knew it was the opening song, and I felt the whole album come into focus. I had been struggling to find the right opening line for the right opening song for a while, working with the simple idea of ‘being alone’, always in the back of my mind this nagging feeling that I already knew what the opening line should be… as soon as we finished recording I remembered the poem ‘Dregs’ by the English poet Ernest Dowson… and that was the moment when I knew the song – and the album – were real."
Robert Smith
Dregs
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof,
(This is the end of every song man sings!) The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain, Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain; And health and hope have gone the way of love Into the drear oblivion of lost things. Ghosts go along with us until the end; This was a mistress, this, perhaps, a friend. With pale, indifferent eyes, we sit and wait For the dropped curtain and the closing gate: This is the end of all the songs man sings.
"Alone is the track that unlocked the record; as soon as we had that piece of music recorded I knew it was the opening song, and I felt the whole album come into focus. I had been struggling to find the right opening line for the right opening song for a while, working with the simple idea of ‘being alone’, always in the back of my mind this nagging feeling that I already knew what the opening line should be… as soon as we finished recording I remembered the poem ‘Dregs’ by the English poet Ernest Dowson… and that was the moment when I knew the song – and the album – were real."
Robert Smith
Dregs
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof,
(This is the end of every song man sings!) The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain, Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain; And health and hope have gone the way of love Into the drear oblivion of lost things. Ghosts go along with us until the end; This was a mistress, this, perhaps, a friend. With pale, indifferent eyes, we sit and wait For the dropped curtain and the closing gate: This is the end of all the songs man sings.