A Hole In The World Thursday

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.

Understanding In A Car Crash Thursday

the windows down and take a breath i can see the headlights coming they paint the world in red and broken glass time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) time runs

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

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

M. Shepard Thursday

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly (The stage is set!) The stage is set!

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

Thursday Life Of Agony

You know, don't you have a decent pair of pants you can put on? 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!

Thursday The Futureheads

Can anybody do The curse removal Is anyone here Feeling helpful?

Thursday Cosmicity

Conversation enters the shallow zone I feel so alone on this side of the Booth We both play stupid as our feet collide I watch her eyes for clues i always find Sometimes life calls for strange Solutions

Credit In The Straight World HOLE

cannot walk and i will awake you cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy no babies sleep on atrophy your unborn love and fetal's dress my bitter candy fated less caress go for credit in

Thursday Plug In Stereo

You wore your heart on your sleeve like a tree where's the leaf Cause you cared too much about me We had it rough growing up but I had you and that was enough You were a single mom I bet that was tough

Marches and Maneuvers Thursday

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.

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

Miss World HOLE

i am the girl you know, can't look you in the eye i am the girl you know, so sick i cannot try and i am the one you want, can't look you in the eye i am the girl, you know i lie, i lie and lie i'm

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

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

Pacific Coast Highway (Album Version) Hole

I knew a boy, he came from the sea He was the only boy who ever knew the truth about me I'm overwhelmed and undersexed Oh baby what did you expect?

Pacific Coast Highway Hole

I knew a boy, he came from the sea He was the only boy who ever knew the truth about me I'm overwhelmed and undersexed Oh baby what did you expect?

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

Ian Curtis Thursday

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.

In Transmission Thursday

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.

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.

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.

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

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

As He Climbed The Dark Mountain Thursday

I've watched him walk away to climbed the endless shallow side. I've watched him holding on. it was a thousand years, a thousand dreams, a thousand endings with no goodbye.

The Dotted Line Thursday

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

Division Street Thursday

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

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

Where The Circle Ends Thursday

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

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

Hole In The World Eagles

There’s a hole in the world tonight. There’s a cloud of fear and sorrow. There’s a hole in the world tonight. Don’t let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

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

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

This Side Of Brightness Thursday

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.

This Side Of Brightness (Demo) Thursday

I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwindunwound Like a petal pulled from an open flower Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make

Autumn Leaves Revisited Thursday

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

For Once In Your Life (Album Version) Hole

You just don't love me And I just don't care Oh, I never said I would play fair Something so perfect and so rare There is no cure There's not a prayer, a prayer Look what I can do I am the only

For Once In Your Life Hole

You just don't love me And I just don't care Oh, I never said I would play fair Something so perfect and so rare There is no cure There's not a prayer, a prayer Look what I can do I am the only perfect

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

Into The Blinding Light Thursday

We stare into the blinding light To see what's between us It's red and it's white Like lies, like lipstick on last look goodbyes The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst Into a string of lights

Petals HOLE

petals she is the angel on top of the tree sugar heart, here she comes she's going to fall on me innocence was our fire we told the truth i miss the sweet boys in the summer of their youth tear

This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb Thursday

Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky?

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

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

Hole In My Head Feeder

I got a hole in my head And it's making me sad Got a hole and the world keeps looking in Got a hole in my head And it's making me sad Got a hole and the world keeps crashing in Stop looking in

Dying In New Brunswick 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.

Running From The Rain Thursday

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

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

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