My Curse

The Afghan Whigs

It’s new music Friday which brings us the new Whigs album HOW DO YOU BURN? A band that’s always seemed to take their time between records, this is their first in five years and I’m stoked to play it over the weekend. Their landmark album GENTLEMEN is closing in on its 30 year anniversary. So I just gave that one a listen and it’s still wonderful — still as honest, beautiful and disturbing as I remember it.

And it was MY CURSE that stood out — a confessional song about a woman who finds herself in a toxic relationship — cursed, confused, stuck. The sadness of the song today was a gut punch. 💔 Says a lot about Greg Dulli that he could write this entire record back in ‘93. He’s never been afraid to chase, expose, exorcise demons in his music. This is dark, painful territory and I sure love the way Marcy Mays sings this harrowing song. And this live version’s incredible!

You hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh, I do not fear you
And slave
I only use as a word to describe
The special way I feel for you

You look like me
And I look like no one else
We need no other
As long as we have ourselves

But I won't cry about it
Every time you get obsessed
Every time I came undressed

All ugly thoughts are gone
I'm sure we'll all be friends
I'll try to break your back
You'll try to make amends
Curse softly to me baby
And smother me in your love
Temptation comes not from hell
But from above

And there's blood on my teeth
When I bite my tongue to speak
Zip me down
Kiss me there
I can smile now
You won't find out
Ever

Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh, I do not fear you
And slave
I only use as a word to describe
The way I feel when I'm with you

If I have to lie about it
Everytime I came undressed