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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street
And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary you count falling asleep And we're praying These are the symptoms Of letting go of all our hope Since we can't compete with martyred saints We'll douse ourselves in gasoline and hang our bodies from the lamposts So that our shadows turn into bright lights 'White lights, white heat' We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane (We swerve) To the beat (Spill) All the ink No revisions Do you hear the church bells ringing? Wake up!! Wake up in an outline and try to speak With the shattered voice of the lives we lead (Have we slept too long) Between the bullet holes in a stained glass window state? And we're praying These are the symptoms Of letting go of all our hope (When we repent) And we're praying (We fall on the page) (Read in the margins) We are the symptoms Of letting go of all our hope Someday we'll be complete like modern saints Baptize our kids in gasoline And hang our doubts up in cathedrals So that they turn to faith in the colored sun 'Red rain, red rain' We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane (We swerve) To the beat (Spill) All the ink (No revisions) Do you hear the church bells ringing? They ring for you (We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it And the street is filled with a thousand burning crosses And what we thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights) Still the choir girls sing 'Oh lord, can you save us, save us? Oh, lord, sing hallelujah. Oh lord, can you save us, save us? Oh, lord, sing hallelujah.' They are the symptoms Of letting go of all our hope We're falling asleep with open eyes Falling asleep inside the chapel Falling asleep in chalk outlines Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
in the veins of the
ultraviolet light the phosphor is starting a fire shooting up in the iodine its turning on rupture the wall around my heart i feel so lost i've been shaking you can't save me forget what the doctor said every bird in mid flight is calling out your name before it hits the window and it sings the rapture without a second opinion the chemicals saturate to counteract the code through the double helix we are twisting too scared to let this go someone call the head nurse she's coming to the capitol to wrap us up and throw us in the dirt with a dream thats turning off rupture the wall around my heart i feel so lost i've been shaking you can't save me forget what the doctor said every bird in mid flight is calling out your name before it hits the window and it sings the rapture we're coming to the capitol we're coming to the capitol the distance between us will rupture coming to the capitol in our hearts the disease won't touch us coming to the capitol love now its too late love to turn this off alone is all we are even when we feel this close it's just a lie we believe these are the words that escape from our lungs rupture the wall i've built around my heart i've been shaking you can't save me i'm turning off we can't find a way out of this moment were lost in a dark hallway |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
Lights out on division street
And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement, As the temperature falls. (this is where is hits the ground) Lights out on division street I'm repeating Goodbye to the memories, (the fever that will not break) The night is pouring down, It's not enough to put this out, I'll burn up before I wake up. (on division street) This is serious, This is serious, If this is serious I'll hide my heart in dark parades. Lights out on division street I held you tight like an empty bottle... But the glass broke (and the poison spilled out of your mouth) Hello? hello? is anybody there? The house turned black and sat in silence (while a mockingbird sang) Listen to yourself Go on and on, as if you spoke to someone else. Lights out on division street I'm repeating Goodbye to the memories, (the fever that will not break) The night is pouring down, Its not enough to put this out, I'll burn up before I wake up. (on division street) This is serious, This is serious, If this is serious I'll hide my heart in dark parades. To dance between the scissors blades Without getting cut. I drew an x on your city's name Lights out. black out. blow out the candle again. Spin the room around Fall down. pass out. get up. I can't keep repeating. Between the footsteps I hear crickets in the trees A silent army marching with me through a swarm of bees A needle dragged across a record slowing down Along division st. the lights were dying out Endless rows of houses stretched on for miles and miles and miles... Turn the windows black Lights out on division street Repeating (repeat it) Lights out on division street Repeating, (turn the windows black) Lights out. lights out. lights out. Turn the windows black Listen to yourself. |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
Falling from this hassle
you fly still like parachutes windows go rushing by people inside dressed for the funeral in black and white these ties strangle our necks hanging in the closet found in the cubicle without a name just numbers on the resume stored in the mainframe my fortune lay please take these hands throw them in the river wash away the things they never held please take these hands throw me in the river dont let me drown before the workday ends now you try, not to fight and we're up to our necks drowning in the seconds ingesting your morning commute lost in the depths of my sleep we're alive wide awake in our parent's beds tossing and turning tomorrow we'll get up drive to work single file with everyday just like the last waiting for the line to start as it always used to have off the clock please take these hands throw them in the river wash away the things they never held please take these hands throw me in the river dont let me drown before the workday ends just keep making copies of copies of copies when will it end it will never end till they float by the ink fills in our fingertips the silhouette of your face becomes the black cloud of war and even in our dreams we're so afraid the wind will offset who we are all those breaths that you took have now been cancelled in your lungs last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down themselves save our ship the anchor is part of the desk we can't cut free water is flooding the desks the mound moves sand through currents computers spark like flares i can see them film touch me touch me please someone teach me how to swim please don't let me drown please don't let me drown |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly
(The stage is set!) The stage is set!, don't forget to breathe between the lines If the whole world dies it's safe to take the stage And these cliffs will stretch like landing strips Hospitals are dead in the fields We won't have to be afraid anymore The crowd is growing silent with the gathering sort If the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side Just trying to keep up the act We lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled down Joining a procession of emptiness If we say these words, it will be too late to take them back So we hold our breath and fold our hands Like paper planes (We're going to crash!) We don't have to be alone ever again There's a riot in the theatre Someones standing in the aisles (Killers and Murderers!) Are everywhere and they're lining up (Carving the air in a sigh!) Standing alone (this time!) When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side Just trying to keep up the act We lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled down Just joining a procession of emptiness The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly.. Pull the curtain back, kill all the house lights Pin the dress with lotus flowers The silk is spinning round and round with the ceiling fan I'm disapearing into the spotlight I'm on display, the butterfly and the scarecrow With smiles like picket fences We try to throw up and leave this outside This voice is silent now The boat has sunk, we are on our own But we're not-going-to-win! |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
This is a war we live and the sides are drawn.
We're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out. There is a storm at sea. If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise? (The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up) The glare from your enemy sights make me go blind. Blinds divide the sunlight into thin strips, the size of a blade, in this trench that we dig for ourselves, fourscore and fade. Glare with the enemy heat of the bodies in the bed. There's no retreat. This is a war we live in. Now we're up in arms, with our heads pressed against the wall (And it's wearing thin) These are the screams we swallow. If we fly a white flag, under a black and blue sky ... this is our war. Administer the pill before the cell divides (Keep marching--keep fightinng) and we'll both go down like toy soldiers. Threats and pickets lines are forming around our beds and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time. If we trip each other into this, do you think we'll find a way out? We've synthesized a compound to treat this conscience It's: one part loss, one part no sleep, one part gunshot we heard, one part the screams mistaken for laughter, one part everything after, one part love, one part stepping out of the driving rain,one part parting ways, in the cold apartment. Don't look back, just keep on running down the stairs. Do you hear the footsteps? Can you hear the voices in the traffic, communiques in the attic? They say, after time, all this will heal, we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
this is what you see when you look in my direction
incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires. this is how it feels, calling out but no one even hears the signals that we send over the air over the air over the air over the air. when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. is this how it feels when you dont even fit into your own skin? and its getting tighter, every day i'm getting smaller if i keep holding my breath i'm going to disappear. when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on. if i keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away. if you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck. changing the shape, folding like an envelope to keep each other in. shattered glass, broken looks, and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades safe, safe when you say my name i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio. yeah, that's where we hide the love and lies and sex, on the radio. |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
Steps ascend to a loaded gun
the scent of matches hangs in the air a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat we dont want to see this a flash of light thats letting go of an empty bullet case but by the time it hits the ground, hes out of reach out of reach out of reach out of reach the wolves are closing in theres no room left to make ammends but do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? all the time we've wasted spent fighting we'll burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted spent fighting its blood and its running down the stairs freeze the frame between the gunshot and the hole it makes a spinning bullet hangs in the middle theres no way to stop it it will surely hit the mark you can try to understand but im giving up giving up giving up the synapses fire is right in time im giving up giving up giving up this should always stay out of reach out of reach out of reach out of reach the wolves are closing in theres no room left to make ammends but do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? all the time we've wasted spent fighting we'll burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted spent fighting its blood and its running down the stairs i ran down the stairs and into the garden put both my hands into the soil in the spring you will bloom like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance as it turned and it turned in the streets just one more turn wont you come back to me? as it turned its red lights you were turning into .. red roses red roses red roses red roses im not giving up. |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky?
Hear the garbage truck back down in boulevard Setting off the car alarms as it passes by Do you hear the static of one thousand de-tuned radios? Shut the window love, keep it water-tight I don't want to think about anyone And the footsteps are getting louder Drowning out the sound of the rain as it knocks on the window-sill I'm not answering the phone, let it ring Lately i've been feeling like a falling bomb The ground is getting closer and the sky is falling ... down This song has been brought to you .. by a falling bomb This song has been brought to you .. by a falling bomb |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
In the circuit the frequency's breaking up
The speakers can barely move (This is not a test Tune to the broadcast) Witness the jet-lag Look in the mirror Adjust the v-hold Shatter the lens (lens) Pull out the shards (shards) Choke on her words (words) Caught in your throat How long can the wheels maintain a spin at this velocity? On every block a reminder You can't stop this intersection At every turn Dead forests of tenements rise like antennas The miles are adding up and the days are counting down Cut the jet black from my hair Before we're bathed in the dawn of new year's day I will change back to myself in the flame (flame) We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents But we're too lost to lose hope Maybe the night seems so dark Because the day is much to bright (For us to see) We are cured, we are cured) (Shatter the lens, pull out the shards) We are cured, we are cured (Choke on her words) Caught in your throat That's the sound of music from another room The piano player hangs up from piano wire But the player piano carries on (Sit back and tune to the broadcast) Witness the jet lag Shatter the lens (lens) Pull out the shards (shards) Choke on her words (words) Caught in your throat This is not a test This is not a test Shatter the lens (lens) Pull out the shards (shards) Choke on her words (words) Caught in your throat As the language dissolves and the sentence lifts A slow alphabet of rain is whispering: "Aabettipachdefg" Since I replace the 'I' in 'live' with an 'o' I can't remember who you are But tomorrow I'll be you Just pick up the phone I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name Lying in your bed, following your dreams Ii listen to your voice get caught in my throat as I sing: "This is just a dream" On New Year's Day We will change back to ourselves in the flame We are cured, we are cured, we are cured |
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from Thursday - War All The Time (2004)
Standing on the edge of the Palisades’ Cliffs
In the shadow the skyline It seemed very far away Like a lightning rod That couldn’t pull the storm from me I was 5 years old My best friend’s older brother died. He fell from these cliffs and the river washed him away. The current pulled him downstream and our lives float in the headlines. So we park these cars in our parents’ garage To listen to the lullaby of carbon monoxide; War all of the time In the shadow of the NY skyline. We grew up too fast. Now we’re falling apart Like the ashes of American Flags. If the sun doesn’t rise, We’ll replace it with an H-bomb explosion. A painted jail cell of light in the sky Like three mile island nightmares on TVs that sing us to sleep. They bu on and on like an oil field or a memory of what it felt like to bu on and on and not just fade away. All those nights in the basement the kids are still screaming, "on and on and on and on" War all of the time In the shadow of the NY skyline. We grew up too fast. Now we’re falling apart Like the ashes of American Flags. And we’re blowing in the wind We don’t know where to land So we kiss like little kids We used to be very tall buildings But we’ve been falling for so long. Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town they offer a welcome, when you are leaving. War all of the time In the shadow of the NY skyline. We grew up too fast. Now we’re falling apart Like the ashes of American Flags. Whe the pieces fall it’s like a last-day parade and the fires in our streets start to rage. So wave to all the people who long to wave back from the fabric of a flag that sang LOVE all of the time. War all the time War all the time War all of the time All of the time... ... |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
In this blackout, inertia will hold our thoughts...
And the exit sign offers no light to see by. Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark? I can't see... without you. When the world is crashing down, Part with it, start again. When the world is crashing down, These notes will fold themselves. Standing at the margin's edge... to see where the daybreak ends. You can find compassion here, But the page turns too fast. We fell in this hole that opened up... Giving up on hope, Living without love. We still type black lines... When the world is crashing down, These notes will fold themselves. Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative. Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite, Like dodging faces in the corner of the print, Frame by frame, this hole is opening up... and we fall in. There is no such thing as whole. There is a hole in the world. |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
With fists raised high in tightened knots
The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands And there is no time for a second chance To paint my face with blood and tears and cover up In an open book that no one reads A misspelled word that no one know You stole the rain Then you turned around and tore my life in two Just like the picture that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to share So fold me up and put me back in the place where you used to keep your heart You think its getting smaller? It's been that way for quite some time now The cadence beats down on the tar It sounds the same as your fists raining down (if you wanted to change the way I look at you...) We've got to leave before the sun sets Or maybe we don't have time(time to waste.) It won't be long until you're gone into the night You won't have time to paint my face with cover |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Let's call this the quiet city: Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take divide us from our faith And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire Asleep you set the fire in your own house And the night was a knife that cut And I'm paralyzed Cross out the eyes Blur all the lines Tearing this canvas from the wall We crossed out the eyes Put lines through these cries We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed Hear voices from another room "It happens all the time" But July in the sand Then the leaves that fall And counting down our days to live.... Drain the blood from this valentine. "We can rise on the wings of the dove See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke We can rise like candles in the dark your always" and an envelope marked with your new address It was the first time face to face I'm crossing the line Talking to the other side of death Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood in a love song What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days? I'm hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
If we run far away, think we will ever die We'll throw all these books in the fire Can you stop the train, cause it some delay The change machine lied, and its too late To scream, how long is the night It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was tied but the card was never read It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was crimson, the color of the night Can you see the handwritting on the walls and on the autumn leaves that fall OooOoo, what are we gonna do The trees are giving up on us The needle and the thread stitch us to the branch, and the night it never ends What are we gonna do The trees are giving up on us The needle and the thread (won't stitch, won't stitch us) Won't stitch us to the branch, and the night never ends The night, it never ends, it never ends The night, it never ends I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) If the suns on its way, then we will never die We'll follow these tracks to the sight Now the lungs collapes, air is getting thin All breath expired and its too late To heal, how long it the night It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was tied but the card was never read It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was crimson, the color of the night It's all I ever see anymore But the day looked so bright (bright) In the pictures, in the photo album that you gave me It's all I have, to live for (live for) I'm falling down, I'm falling down and you're not there to break my fall I shut my eyes when you're around I hold my breath to kill the sound I'm falling down, I'm falling down and your not here to catch my fall I shut my eyes when you around I hold my breath to kill the sound I'm falling down, I'm falling down And your not here to catch my fall more Thursday Lyrics |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Tuesday wakes up silent And there aren't enough pills to sleep And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio It's over But nothing can change to ever make it right When you live in a nightmare It's written all over your face. And in a short time You're never the same again The distance is streamlined Between decision and defense: Distorient the senses Loss of identity No one to trust Life runs through this trade I am no killer But I still hide my face In the coming days I wake up every morning From the same dream And then I kill it But you can't change the letters when the ink dries I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything Everything is falling apart: Crumpled paper Crushed tin cans Broken bottles Paper scraps We all look the same We all look the same But I am the killer |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
Now its time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won't let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at night When the record slips and you're not holding the needle We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands Thats how it was on the first day We saw Paris in Flames I think it's going to rain, rain down Here in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves The lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that well all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls Discard this message Burn this city down Discard this message Throw this bottle back in the ocean Rip this page from the history books Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps Forget my name Forget my face Because it's going to rain And it never ends |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
In this room I'm sitting by your side. It rains for hours and the phone is off its hook. Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up before you knock me down, off the summer's edge and drown me. We're betting on our own lives, making up for all the time we lost. In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down) but you lead with your eyes and you give it away (decide, design to cut from the clouds). When the people you love get lost in the shuffle, you let it go and then you fold. So we stay on the open road. We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all. Driving in your car, miss the stop sign, fall in love, just to get knocked out. Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes. Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette? forever. |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught
These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines to the sunset I crash my car everyday the same way Time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) Time runs through our veins. (it starts and stops and starts and stops again) We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time (to take time to break the cycle) Staring at the setting sun No reason to come back again The twlight world in blue and white The needle and the damage done I dont want to feel this way forever A dead letter marked return to sender The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass It's hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye So push the seats back a little further Roll the windos down and take a breath I can see the headlights coming They paint the world in red and broken glass The spinning hubcaps set the tempo for the music of a broken window When the lights are on and the cameras click We open up the lens to broken glass and it's over in a flash I'll never understand Understanding in a car crash |
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from Thursday - Full Collapse (2006)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Just ahead I see you winding up And you're dressing this color on the edge of fire Until these tightened strides They march in time again I don't know if I will cut through I don't know if my heart will beat without you guiding it Winding up Leading me Winding up to explode It's the sound of your racing heart That beats in time with every start (the start of the year. the start of life. the start of war) That reaches up and across the sky That makes us want to try I'm falling to peices I can't let go Tearing apart your lies I want to live It's the sound of your shotgun pulse Beating over and over in your silent halls It's a thought that keeps us alive It makes us want to rise A scream to guide me through my life Winding up Leading me Winding up to what you can not unwind This side of you and if it's taken away You won't know what to do You're stretching to meet expectations that you will never reach And now it's far to late to ever leave this cold I'm giving up Marching in time with your drums I'm letting go of everything i once loved |
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from Thursday - Five Stories Falling (2006)
Now its time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won't let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at night When the record slips and you're not holding the needle We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands Thats how it was on the first day We saw Paris in Flames I think it's going to rain, rain down Here in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves The lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that well all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls Discard this message Burn this city down Discard this message Throw this bottle back in the ocean Rip this page from the history books Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps Forget my name Forget my face Because it's going to rain And it never ends |
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from Thursday - Five Stories Falling (2006)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
In this room I'm sitting by your side. It rains for hours and the phone is off its hook. Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up before you knock me down, off the summer's edge and drown me. We're betting on our own lives, making up for all the time we lost. In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down) but you lead with your eyes and you give it away (decide, design to cut from the clouds). When the people you love get lost in the shuffle, you let it go and then you fold. So we stay on the open road. We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all. Driving in your car, miss the stop sign, fall in love, just to get knocked out. Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes. Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette? forever. |
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from Thursday - Five Stories Falling (2006)
Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught
These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines to the sunset I crash my car everyday the same way Time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) Time runs through our veins. (it starts and stops and starts and stops again) We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time (to take time to break the cycle) Staring at the setting sun No reason to come back again The twlight world in blue and white The needle and the damage done I dont want to feel this way forever A dead letter marked return to sender The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass It's hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye So push the seats back a little further Roll the windos down and take a breath I can see the headlights coming They paint the world in red and broken glass The spinning hubcaps set the tempo for the music of a broken window When the lights are on and the cameras click We open up the lens to broken glass and it's over in a flash I'll never understand Understanding in a car crash |
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We were safe, now we're paralyzed Suspended in flight At this speed it makes no difference Where I start or where I end Or if you're sitting in an emergency aisle We could be dead, complete the equation Our names are x and n We have no value in these calculations Placed on a plane pointed straight down Traveling at five hundred feet per second Five thousand feet from the ground How long will it take us to hit? How fast until we start the disintegration? Don't die now Just keep moving Don't stop now Just keep moving How fast will it take us to hit? How long until we start the disintegration? We could be safe, now, forever Falling in the clean blue air Somewhere between the sun that gives us light And the ground that puts it out And we kneel in the aisles Press our hands together Close our eyes, speak these words so softly to the blackbox And it goes ""Mother, father can you hear this? I want to thank you for all your sweetness. I'm not coming home, never coming home again."" |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
The leaves will fall
And so will you When you do, bury me under them too Seconds pass; we’ll make it through Eventually we all go home It won’t be long It won’t be long We walk along the wire tied between horizons You close your eyes like it’s nothing at all Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything Changes, I will be here when you die It won’t be long It won’t be long Until we find our way home Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? Did a violin swell those circles under your eyes? Did you play the part straight, like a marcher? Get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling Did the drums in the streets make the people dance? Or fall to their knees as the sound? Knock the leaves from the trees As they fall from the branch, the look beautiful As they hung in the air Spinning around Did you float in the air? Spinning around There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night And the leaves don’t abandon their trees to the light Where the skies always clear And the summer never ends Won’t you take me there? The leaves will fall So will you When you do, bury me Under them too Seconds pass; we’ll make it through Eventually we all are going home |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire.
Burn this town from inside out. Till no ones left alive. And you can’t feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street. Sixteen is so far away from here, when you’re counting every step. 5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for? The train is catching up, keep on running don’t look back. Cause its 10-9-8-7 everybody’s coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind. All his life he lived in this same house. Same white fence surrounding him, he swore he would get out. But he can’t cause his foot got caught in between in the rails. And all his friends were all up ahead They can’t hear him yelling, yelling for some help. And it’s much too late to call the doctor now. This town is full of sympathies; we’re drowning in it all. 5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for? The train is catching up, keep on running don’t look back. Cause its 10-9-8-7 everybody’s yelling to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind. This is the sound of the gate coming down, no flashing lights, no warning. When we press our ears to the ground we feel the shake. But it’s under the skin, so we welt like violets. Can’t get up, to put the petals in their place. 5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for? Burn this city, burn this city tonight. |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
We stare into the blinding light
to see whats between us it's red and it's white like lies, like lipstick on last-look good-byes the substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst into a string of lights when there's nothing left the party crashes and the rings come out from all the jacket pockets into the blinding light The fire is dying out and there's nothing left to burn except ourselves the cinema speaks as you take off your clothes and burst into dissimilation just let your body burst into a streak of light when there's nothing left the wedding crashes and the rings fall off roll out the bedroom window into the blinding light please someone help me--take away my lonliness, please someone fill me--take away my emptiness, please someone touch me--take away my longing and please someone, please someone, please someone show me the light... and the rings fall out like a silver snowfall into the blinding light. just make your body burst into single line when there's nothing left the heart rate crashes and the rings fall out as we turn each other into the blinding light white night coming down silent armies all around deep sleep covering enemies in clean white sheets (The sky went off-white, it snowed for fourteen years years, the sunlight splintered into all our darkest fears.) |
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There was a sound
Split all the heavens apart In on the northern view Out on the southern spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected on the broken glass As the gates come crashing down There is blood on the tracks tonight And rust inside our veins We will make it time before the storm Running behind me There were some younger kids who followed the tracks that day It was a passing afternoon that came and took them away So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass under the billboard dreams Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected on the broken glass As the gates come crashing down There is blood on the tracks tonight And rust inside our veins We will make it time before the storm It's running on. It's running out. It's running on. It's running out. Away, away, away. Running from the rain. Away, away, away. Running from the rain. I need to get them out It's the right time to crash is it not? You were all counting down, running on Running from the rain On the rearview mirror can you take it away? You got that car you brought on me Keep running knowing that you were coming back Running from the rain |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark You found your faith Left out behind your father’s car You said, “there’s no one watching over me, over you it’s always out of reach” I’m sick instead, write it into Oh my God, where are we now? Fractured lies Dissolving like sugar in the sacrament If it was just one night Then we would be relieved Tie this knot between our teeth Keep tearing open bottles Let it be Tonight Where have you gone? Off with the friends you couldn’t keep Your mother’s arms Fill up with all the empty needs So the ______ slide out to bring her in Comfort her And it’s always comforting When they start to sing, [The same old?] “Holy, Holy, lift up your dress. Feel your body Dissolving like sugar in the sacrament” If it was just one night Then you could be redeemed Tie this sin between your teeth Make hollow promises we’ll never keep Tonight This is all we’ve ever known of God Fight with me Let me touch you now This is all we’ve ever known of God Fight with me Let me touch you now! |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With melody that ring in her heart When the cover drops The world just fades Away, away, away from her Waiting and waiting and waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S out on this street, I need someone to spell it out You know our love’s not unconditional A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light Now I'm the one that's stuck inside The silver cage The bird that can't fly away Clip its wings If it sings of The way, the way, the way that it hurt Waiting and waiting and waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out You know our love’s not unconditional K-I-S-S (out on this street) there's nothing left to talk about You know our love's not unconditional F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y You are (why) the song turned out this way Can’t you hear me when I say: “You're in my heart In my hands ’round my neck” We move like a carousel Streak lights and mirrors in our eyes It's time to let this go Can't stop spinning Around, around, around You know our love's not unconditional K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out You know our love's not unconditional |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into church bells, fill up the allies Lovers intwine in the heat of the night And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences We will pretend That its all just made up The songs that he writes Are too personal He cant play them for anyone When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings Ooooh Can anyone, hear me now? No one hears him now So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet "Please give us meaning" Pose for me now You're the broken heart You're the sigh in the back of the throat And on the other side You're the queen of spades You're the sound that she makes on her way Theres always a way out Theres always a way out When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings Ooooh Can anyone, hear me now? But no one hears at all The lovesong writer sits all alone When he hears the sound of the knock at the door 50 red roses, falling apart In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind All of the others strolled up and showed up at your door Staring you down, they said Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now We already are |
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from Thursday - A City By The Light Divided (2006)
We walk alone
Till the end of night It's suicide But we will overcome Another life Swinging in the breeze The southern trees And the strangest route Follow the path, the straight and narrow (hand and hand) Our roads are paved with broken arrows We will overcome We will overcome Our fathers plant arms in foreign soil Our brothers die No one knows Where it ends (between the crosshairs) Our lives (weave a thousand deaths around us) Follow the path, the straight and narrow (hand and hand) Our roads are paved with broken arrows We will overcome We will overcome Follow the path, the straight and narrow (hand and hand) Our roads are paved with broken arrows We will overcome If no one sleeps tonight We will overcome If no one sleeps tonight We will wait for this We waited too long To see the Promised land We can’t wait no more We will stand up at the Promised land We will overcome Overcome |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you.
And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true. They say it doesn't happen that often. But it's happening right now. I'm writing you this letter to let you know I'm not alright. And in this city the streets are paved with hate And you cry yourself to sleep tonight. And say "no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky." You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye" You're walking down on Union You see the roads and know they're apart of you. They say it doesn't happen that often But it's happening right now. I'm writing you a second time. To let you know nothing here has changed. The streets are still paved with hate. So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight. Will you look back on this night As the day that ruined your life. Will you look back on these city streets and say, "Oh, God, where are you?" In these city streets I hide my face. I turn away when you look at me And every night when I try and sleep. I feel your hands all over my body. You stripped away the street signs and shot out all the stop lights. If you smashed away all the building what would you have left? |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial
Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts keep leading back to him. And no signs from Cinema. No city skyline. No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o' clock Your voice skips as it always did and always will All these thoughts keep leading back It's the light from your sunless room Scattered in pieces all around you. Recession of these thoughtless forms Reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death in time We heard Ian Curtis kill himself again in your bed. In these 24 hours we stretched into a room filled with "Heart and Soul." This is the way. Step inside and march in the procession of empty hearts. Love has torn us apart. It's a part of me a part of you in time we're falling apart together. |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
This sunlight cutting through the open fields.
Can't be communicated by radio waves. And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals and can't respond. So keep your hands to yourself. And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong. Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite. Push this button. End the transmission. So keep your hands to yourself In this transit station reconnection to our lives. In transit like my voice cutting through this line. It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio. Saying I'm not worth your time. End the transmission. This absence is making relations come undone it's breaking air waves I'm losing you in the transmission.. |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
City of blue tile.
Figure in ceramics. Where we reach out. Grab for porcelain. But it's too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the seasons will seal these shards. Into the slits that denote your wrists. Death is the answer. To calculations composed of motions that are the same. And secret and different A missing alphabet with a message for us. When people die. (die,die!) They take a piece of us with them. (people die and die!) And holes in clouds are minutes passing. (die and die!) Rescind this line and several ties. (people die and die everyday!) The skyline unfolds into explanation. That sometimes words give up. And silently walk off the edge of the page. And here the cry opens up reveals the word inside. The crack in the porcelain. The silent line of sky-lit eyes show. Death up there shine more brightly than lives down here. Try and live. |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car.
It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind. Forget tomorrow side with the open road. Pulled apart for you. In the window unlocked and left open. For the rising sun taking you back home. If we never meet again it would be too soon. I'm glad I ran from you and now my life's a mess. And I'll have to admit that I have made a mistake. And every path that I take has lead me right back to here. And I never should have left. It's just the second chance that I dreamt of. When you took me into your lives. But there's a peak we have to climb over. so get a running start. Sitting here. Waiting a year. Hoping for something to change your mind and in this time I'll see that this is all we have. Before I leave I'm opening that door in my house. To face the ones I've left behind. Portrait of a man who stayed. His face is folded up and grayed. But there's something in his eyes that tells me this is the life for me. |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
The angels sing of someone coming down
To wake us from a sleep thats broken Deeply wont shut up again Must be some sort of sign for us That things are going to change Its hard to dream Well you'll try hard In this half hearted minute You sleep alone Its hard to dream If you're a ghost Its only a matter of time Before we fade out The phone is ringing in my head again I'm too scared to pick up The fear that this is the call I've been waiting for Could be some sort of sign for me That its time for me to change Its the turning clock That happens every night And if we dont stop soon We will never wake up again Computers lie They keep us in our lives If im paranoid Its because they're watching us The phone is tapped |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets
Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) Like a petal pulled from an open flower. Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make a sound and don't Break it off This searching for what we may never find And that says it all. I hope that we will make it through.. The heartbreak that comes with just living through one day All the good times that past and all the friends we lose in a lifetime on our way. Here in this life we seem so lost. On this side of brightness we don't know where to go. I hope that we can make it Through this night. |
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from Thursday - Waiting (2006)
Mountain ranges
Morning red bathed ridges Stab up at the trembling blue horizon Grey slides lazily off rooftops Lands on the incandescent ground and dies A flock of little men touch down on the thin surface of porchlight Dawn's footsoldiers return to march the twilight across our faces Skylights ignite and explode Scattering shards of april around the room No one even lives here We're too busy crashin our cars every morning in the same house Paving the same roads Unwilling to walk them And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be included In a moment that stands still And so often we don't struggle to improve conditions We struggle for the right to say "We improved conditions" And so often we form communities Only to use them as exclusionary devices And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself with grief And somewhere people are calling for teachers And no one's answering Somewhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose against the door And somewhere these people are keeping records And writing a book For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw Or "The Book About the Letter A" Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have" And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing The sounds of a vanishing alphabet Standing here waiting |
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from Thursday - Kill The House Light (2007)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
If we run far away, think we will ever die We'll throw all these books in the fire Can you stop the train, cause it some delay The change machine lied, and its too late To scream, how long is the night It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was tied but the card was never read It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was crimson, the color of the night Can you see the handwritting on the walls and on the autumn leaves that fall OooOoo, what are we gonna do The trees are giving up on us The needle and the thread stitch us to the branch, and the night it never ends What are we gonna do The trees are giving up on us The needle and the thread (won't stitch, won't stitch us) Won't stitch us to the branch, and the night never ends The night, it never ends, it never ends The night, it never ends I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) I will never sleep again (I, I'll never even close my eyes) If the suns on its way, then we will never die We'll follow these tracks to the sight Now the lungs collapes, air is getting thin All breath expired and its too late To heal, how long it the night It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was tied but the card was never read It's never over, it's never over The ribbon was crimson, the color of the night It's all I ever see anymore But the day looked so bright (bright) In the pictures, in the photo album that you gave me It's all I have, to live for (live for) I'm falling down, I'm falling down and you're not there to break my fall I shut my eyes when you're around I hold my breath to kill the sound I'm falling down, I'm falling down and your not here to catch my fall I shut my eyes when you around I hold my breath to kill the sound I'm falling down, I'm falling down And your not here to catch my fall more Thursday Lyrics |
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Now its time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won't let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at night When the record slips and you're not holding the needle We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands Thats how it was on the first day We saw Paris in Flames I think it's going to rain, rain down Here in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves The lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that well all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls Discard this message Burn this city down Discard this message Throw this bottle back in the ocean Rip this page from the history books Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps Forget my name Forget my face Because it's going to rain And it never ends |
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from Thursday - Kill The House Light (2007)
this is what you see when you look in my direction
incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires. this is how it feels, calling out but no one even hears the signals that we send over the air over the air over the air over the air. when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. is this how it feels when you dont even fit into your own skin? and its getting tighter, every day i'm getting smaller if i keep holding my breath i'm going to disappear. when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on. if i keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away. if you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck. changing the shape, folding like an envelope to keep each other in. shattered glass, broken looks, and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades safe, safe when you say my name i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio. there's no where to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio. yeah, that's where we hide the love and lies and sex, on the radio. |
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She's the song that you tried to sing
And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With melody that ring in her heart When the cover drops The world just fades Away, away, away from her Waiting and waiting and waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S out on this street, I need someone to spell it out You know our love’s not unconditional A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light Now I'm the one that's stuck inside The silver cage The bird that can't fly away Clip its wings If it sings of The way, the way, the way that it hurt Waiting and waiting and waiting for her To say it K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out You know our love’s not unconditional K-I-S-S (out on this street) there's nothing left to talk about You know our love's not unconditional F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y You are (why) the song turned out this way Can’t you hear me when I say “You're in my heart In my hands ’round my neck” We move like a carousel Streak lights and mirrors in our eyes It's time to let this go Can't stop spinning Around, around, around You know our love's not unconditional |
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from Thursday - Kill The House Light (2007)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Just ahead I see you winding up And you're dressing this color on the edge of fire Until these tightened strides They march in time again I don't know if I will cut through I don't know if my heart will beat without you guiding it Winding up Leading me Winding up to explode It's the sound of your racing heart That beats in time with every start (the start of the year. the start of life. the start of war) That reaches up and across the sky That makes us want to try I'm falling to peices I can't let go Tearing apart your lies I want to live It's the sound of your shotgun pulse Beating over and over in your silent halls It's a thought that keeps us alive It makes us want to rise A scream to guide me through my life Winding up Leading me Winding up to what you can not unwind This side of you and if it's taken away You won't know what to do You're stretching to meet expectations that you will never reach And now it's far to late to ever leave this cold I'm giving up Marching in time with your drums I'm letting go of everything i once loved |
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