The Cure - Pornography
NME.COM feature on The Cure - Pornography album including album review, artwork, tracks, listen now, tour dates, discography and more.
Release date: 05 October 2006
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- One Hundred Years
- A Short Term Effect
- The Hanging Garden
- Siamese Twins
- The Figurehead
- A Strange Day
- Oct 24, 2008
If it's really the end, it's some way to go...
- Jul 15, 2004
Utterly brilliant band, perfectly reasonable box set...
- Jan 30, 2004
Bombay Bicycle Club and Crystal Castles both play new material on the Main Stage
Cancer Bats, Bombay Bicycle Club and You Me At Six also thrill crowds as the event gets underway
Bombay Bicycle Club, You Me At Six, Crystal Castles will also take the stage at Richfield Avenue today
The Cure - Pornography: Wikipedia Album Entry
Pornography, which was released 1982, represents the conclusion of the musical phase which began with Seventeen Seconds and Faith. Often cited as the most disturbing product of The Cure, the album's opening lyrical line is "It doesn't matter if we all die". Despite the fact that very few critics in the British press gave the album a favorable review, Pornography charted well in the UK and has gained much more respect over the years, now considered one of the key Gothic rock albums of all time.
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Creatures kissing in the rain
Shapeless in the dark again
In the hanging garden please don't speak
In the hanging garden no one sleeps
I chose an eternity of this
Like falling angels the world disappeared
Laughing into the fire, is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
Sharp and open leave me alone
I'm sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting in the cold light a noise
A hand in my mouth, a life spills into the flowers
We all look so perfect as we all fall down
In an electric glare, the old man cracks with age
It doesn't matter if we all die
Ambition in the back of a black car
In a high building there is so much to do
Goin' home time a story on the radio
Movement no movement
Just a falling bird
Cold as it hits the bleeding ground
Give me your eyes
That I might see the blind man kissing my hands
The sun is humming
My head turns to dust as he plays on his knees
Scarred, your back was turned
Curled like an embryo
Take another face
You will be kissed again