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

Shot Down In Flames (Live In Paris) AC／DC

SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES Out on the town Lookin' for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody wanna hand off me And give me plenty of She was standin' alone Over by the juke box Like she'd something

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

Shot Down in Flames (Live at the Pavillion de Paris, Paris, France - December 1979) AC/DC

She was standing alone over by the jukebox Like she's something to sell I said, Baby what's the going price She told me to go to hell CHORUS: Shot down in flames Shot down in flames Ain't it a shame To

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

Paris, Paris Helge Schneider

Und deshalb fahr' ich nach Paris. Da ist es schön! Moulin Rouge und Alcazar - das muss man sehen! Ich selber war schon einmal da. Paris ist schön, Paris ist alt. Ich auch, ich auch.

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.

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

Paris The Front Bottoms

A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ I feel like I'm in Paris We all want something simple Happy and sad at the same time Broken, but still fixable The language you were speaking, it was not mine

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

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

Paris BT

guarantee each and every time Now the old folks used to say: Nothing comes before the time But silence is golden Burning a million torches, all that bare your name So in the darkness they bring you

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.

Paris Jonatha Brooke

L'allemand used to visit me in Paris, in ParisI remember the men, I remember the houses in ParisHis station nearby, I was his afternoonsWe didn't mind, we shared everything, everything, ParisHe'd come

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’

Paris Kenya Grace

take me to paris we’ll stay in a palace pretend we’re in love just to instagram it we’ll go on a date just to post what we’re having everything’s fake and none of it matters take me to paris we

Paris New West

Let's fall in love and sing French songs in the rain Smoke cigarettes and get drunk on champagne Let's fuck so loud that the neighbours complain Spend our days under snow white duvets Let's fall in

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.

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.

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

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

Paris The Chainsmokers

We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents And I thought Wow if I could take this in a shot right now I don\'t think that we could work this out Out on the terrace I don\'t know if

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

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

Paris Yael Naim

me In Paris I wander around ...駿予?

Paris Karen Souza

Paris - Karen Souza - I woke up in Paris 파리에서 눈을 떴지 In some hotel with you 당신과 함께, 어떤 호텔에서 Safe until they find us 그들이 우릴 찾기 전까진 안전해 Hoping they never do 절대 못 찾길 바래 How\'d you get me caught

Paris The 1975

She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose And I\'m a pain in women\'s clothes And you\'re a walking overdose in a great coat And so she wrote

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?

Paris Carina Round

Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear Here is so dull and grey after the April snow has cleared I keep New York in mind, rain on the streets this time of year I saw you in my mind, I conquer

Paris 제이플라(J.Fla)

We were staying in paris To get away from your parents And I thought wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don\'t think we could work this out Out on the terrace I don\'t know if its fair

Paris J.Fla

We were staying in paris To get away from your parents And I thought wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don't think we could work this out Out on the terrace I don't know if its fair

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