Oh, we couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk, the way we talk
The way we stalk, the way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw all the songs we know
Into the sea, you and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing
"We missed you", hissed the lovecats
So wonderfully, wonderfully
Wonderfully, wonderfully pretty
Oh, you know that I'd do
Anything for you
We should have each other to tea, huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire and sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing, It's the perfect dream
Into the sea, you and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing
"We missed you", hissed the lovecats
"We missed you", hissed the lovecats
"We missed you", hissed the lovecats
"We missed you", hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully, wonderfully
Wonderfully, wonderfully pretty
You know that I'd do
Anything for you
We should have each other for dinner
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire, get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing, it's the perfect dream
Hand in hand is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces like hated little meeces
How could we miss someone as dumb as this?
"We missed you", hissed the lovecats
I love you, let's go
Oh, solid gold
Lovecats
How could we miss someone as dumb as this?
The Cure are an English rock band formed in 1978 in Crawley, West Sussex. Throughout numerous lineup changes since the band's formation, guitarist, lead vocalist, and songwriter Robert Smith has remained the only constant member, though bassist Simon Gallup has been present for all but about three years of the band's history. Their debut album, Three Imaginary Boys (1979), along with several early singles, placed the band at the forefront of the emerging post-punk and new wave movements that had sprung up in the United Kingdom. Beginning with their second album, Seventeen Seconds (1980), the band adopted a new, increasingly dark and tormented style, which, together with Smith's stage look, had a strong influence on the emerging genre of gothic rock as well as the subculture that eventually formed around the genre.
After the release of the band's fourth album, Pornography (1982), Smith introduced a greater pop sensibility into the band's music, and they subsequently garnered worldwide mainstream success. Their singles compilation Standing on a Beach (1986) sold four million copies worldwide by 1989, and they reached their commercial peak with the albums Disintegration (1989) and Wish (1992). The Cure have released 13 studio albums, two EPs, and over 30 singles, and have sold over 30 million albums worldwide. Their most recent album, 4:13 Dream, was released in 2008. The Cure were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2019.
Smith's work when he's drunk is better than some other people's when they're sober.
I was taught by a nice guy whom I ended up marrying :) Love Cats from the start!
lol, funny gif!
It's one of about a half dozen Cure songs that, if you had never seen a photo of the band, you could easily attribute to one of the Pastels & Big Blonde Hair bands like Haircut 100, Flock of Seagulls, or Duran Duran.
When I saw this picture, I thought "who's been taking pictures of my cats ?".
Moonshadow ( former psycho cat ) and Ellis ( miniature tiger ) are good friends,
occasionally exchanging gentle head bumps.
Of course, when food is involved, they're not inclined to share.
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This was initially written as a parody, and Robert Smith later distanced himself from the song. In Rock & Folk magazine, Smith said: "'The Love Cats' is far from being my favorite song: composed drunk, video filmed drunk, promotion made drunk. It was a joke."
When I'm drunk the room swirls around my head and I just want to throw up. When Robert Smith is drunk he composes The Love Cats