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The Cure

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The Cure

The seventh track off the debut album, Thief & LoveCure is an ambitious allegory of religion gone wrong.    The family in our story discovers something of value to humanity, and yet they hoard it to themselves, associating only with others who have done the same.  Eventually the twisted troupe creates an entire alternate reality, complete with their own cultural constructs like stores and schools.  Sound familiar?

And that’s right where I’m going to leave this one:)  For now…

Fun fact:  believe it or not, my earliest iteration of a band had to beg me to reduce the content (yes, it was LONGER!).

The Cure
© Wes Gow

Mr. Johnson was a middle-aged white man from Tennessee
And all he knew was chemistry
You see the Johnson’s had a rare disease; nobody knew what it could be
And it slowly spread across the sea.

So Mr. Johnson bought a microscope, a test tube, a stethoscope,
Damn sure he would find a cure.
Then one night when he thought all was lost he bottled up a lightning bolt
And called his family to the den, and he sang

Hey, we’re not gonna die   
Tonight, O my love. 

Now the Johnsons had the remedy but thought about it carefully
And decided what they were gonna do.
They bought some acres out of town and built themselves a compound
And guarded it like dogs, day and night.

Turns out they weren’t the only ones who figured out what must be done
To rid a body of this disease.
Those who conjured up the cure came knockin’ on the Johnson’s door
And they raised their voice…and they sang

Hey let us in, We’re not gonna die 
Tonight, O my love. 

So the Johnson’s opened up their doors to only those who had been cured
And gradually their numbers grew.
So they began to build a town: they a built a store, they built a school
And lived together as “The Cure”

And though the fate of all the world rested in this town, The Cure
On any given silent night you can hear The Cure sing in delight,
On any given night they’re singing:

Hey, we’re not gonna die   
Tonight, O my love.