Dying In New Brunswick Thursday

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.

Dying In New Brunswick (Demo) Thursday

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

War All the Time Thursday

war all of the time in the shadow of the new york skyline we grew up to fast falling apart like the ashes of american flags and were blowing in the wind we dont know, where to land so we kiss like

Into The Blinding Light Thursday

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

The Fall Kid Brunswick

Dont stop Dont stop cause the feel keeps leaving me now Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop cause the feel keeps leaving me now [Verse 2] No I can't afford it But I'm out of luck So I check you up at four in

Tomorrow I'll Be You Thursday

In the circuit The frequency's breaking up The speakers can barely move This is not a test Tune to the broadcast Witness the jetlag Look in the mirror Adjust the V-hold Shatter the lens Pull out

Division St. Thursday

and all the heat that rises through the cracks in the pavement as the temperature falls (this is where it hit the ground) Lights out on division street ... repeating Divide to the memories (the

Division Street Thursday

Lights out on Division Street and all the hate that rises through the cracks in the pavement, as the temperature falls.

Heaven Without You Kid Brunswick

Da Da Da Da, DaDa Da Da Da, DaDa Da Da Da, DaDa Da Da Da Da Da (x2)I’m sure it’s worse when I’m gone,And I bet the pain won’t go awayI know that things went wrong,But I underestimated what you did ...

Collide Kid Brunswick

Now I cry when we collide, And I still remember,When we thought of suicide, So we could stay together.When we collide, I’ll be waiting for you. I need a gun, ‘cos I wanna die.‘Cos you made a cut,An...

Thursday Life Of Agony

You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands, your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house! You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!

Thursday Plug In Stereo

that you could see me now how I've grown up you'd be so proud If you could watch me play you'd cheer so loud You taught me everything I know I'll be my word I'll keep playing shows And I'll picture you in

Thursday Morphine

We used to meet every Thursday Thursday Thursday in the afternoon For a couple of beers and a game of pool We used to go to a motel a motel A motel across the street And the name of the motel was the Wagon

Thursday The Futureheads

It's twenty-four years since we've had this curse So find it in your hearts to put to you You should feel like it's all okay But everyday it still feels like a Thursday You should feel like it's all okay

Thursday Cosmicity

Every thursday we meet someplace Someplace out of the way to say words We don't say A couple hours, a couple drinks Forcing a glimpse of what the other one Thinks Sometimes life calls for strange Solutions

Thursday Asobi Seksu

On gentle ground I waited for you In drops of dew I wished that were you With heavy hands I reached out for you My skin soaking wet My eyes searched for you It seems you lost your way You\'ve

In Transmission Thursday

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.

An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace Thursday, Envy

Then we leave them dying in the grass. The road is running out.

Paris In Flames Thursday

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

Thursday EXO-CBX (첸백시)

뭔가 무르익기 전의 그런 느낌이 좋아 또 뭔가 일상적인 느낌이 좋아 넌 나와 닿을 듯 말 듯한 거리를 선뜻 안 줄여 주는 것 같은데 왜 이리 더 좋아지나 너무 완벽한 이 균형 속에서 oh 날 너에게로 기울인다 중심이 자꾸 무너진다 꾹 참아온 잘 다져온 내 마음이 이렇게 쏟아진다 oh 오후를 지난 내 마음은 자정을 향해 다가서고 Story will be...

Thursday The Weeknd

I love her, today Cause it's wednesday, I won't be late I don't need to know if you're feeling when I'm free Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday Sunday but on thursday thursday Not on monday

For the Workforce, Drowning Thursday

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

Asleep in the Chapel Thursday

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

A Hole In The World Thursday

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.

Marches and Maneuvers Thursday

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?

Signals Over the Air Thursday

this is what you see when you look in my direction: incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires.

Steps Ascending Thursday

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

Ian Curtis Thursday

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

Standing On The Edge Of Summer Thursday

In this room, sitting by your side Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook Standing on the edge casting lights to set me up Before you knock me down Summers edge and drown me Betting

Understanding In A Car Crash Thursday

splintered piece of glass falls in the seat and gets caught broken windows, open locks: reminders of the youth we lost in trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines into the sunset

The Other Side Of The Crash/Over And Out Of (Control) Thursday

I will meet you there On the other side of the crash On the other side of the glass All our friends are falling out Can’t look us in the eye We’re there to hear that broken sound Happens when we’

Porcelain Thursday

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.

Between Rupture and Rapture Thursday

In the veins of of the ultraviolet light The phosphor is starting a fire Shooting up in the iodine It's turning on Rupture the wall around my heart I feel so lost I've been shaking You can't save

The Lovesong Writer Thursday

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

Streaks In The Sky Thursday

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.

Sugar In The Sacrament Thursday

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

At This Velocity Thursday

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

Telegraph Avenue Kiss Thursday

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

M. Shepard Thursday

, 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

The Dotted Line Thursday

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

Autumn Leaves Revisited Thursday

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?

Counting 5-4-3-2-1 Thursday

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 the rails.

War all of the time Thursday

Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs In the shadow of the skyline very far away A lightning rod that couldnâ

This Side Of Brightness Thursday

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.

This Side Of Brightness (Demo) Thursday

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

Mass As Shadows Thursday

Mass as Shadows You know it sounds better in the long run where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word

We Will Overcome Thursday

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

As He Climbed The Dark Mountain Thursday

Let the mountain sleep in the past with all our bad dreams. Was it a metaphor for all the subtle ways that we'd grown apart? Was it mortality climbing him high right up the edge of his life?

JERSEY THURSDAY Donovan

In the tiny piece of coloured glass my love was born <Interludde> And reds and golds and yellows were the colours in the dawn <Interludde> Night brought on its purple cloak of velvet

Sweet Thursday Matt Costa

I'm waiting in the pines I'm waiting in the forest Pilon at my side The treasure lies before us And so we started walking We knew they couldn't harm us And how the wind is crying When misty morning dawn