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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - A Good Song
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Thursday - As He Climbed the Dark Mountain
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - The World is Black and White
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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - A Darker Forest
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
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Thursday - A0001
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Thursday - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
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Thursday - Application For Release From The Dream
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Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel
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Thursday - At This Velocity
- 25
Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
- 26
Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
- 27
Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
- 28
Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
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Thursday - Common Existence
- 31
Thursday - Concealer
- 32
Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Thursday - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Division St.
- 35
Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Evacuate
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
- 38
Thursday - Fast To The End
- 39
Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
- 40
Thursday - How Long Is The Night
- 41
Thursday - I Am The Killer
- 42
Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
- 43
Thursday - Ian Curtis
- 44
Thursday - In Transmission
- 45
Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
- 46
Thursday - Jet Black New Year
- 47
Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
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Thursday - Last Call
- 49
Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - M.Sheppard
- 51
Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
- 54
Thursday - Mother Mary
- 55
Thursday - No Answers
- 56
Thursday - Ny Batteri
- 57
Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
- 58
Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
- 59
Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
- 60
Thursday - Running From The Rain
- 61
Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
- 64
Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
- 68
Thursday - The Dotted Line
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Thursday - The Dream
- 70
Thursday - The Equation
- 71
Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
- 72
Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
- 73
Thursday - The Worst Vow
- 74
Thursday - This Sadness Alone
- 75
Thursday - This Side of Brightness
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Thursday - This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
- 78
Thursday - Turnpike Divide
- 79
Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
- 80
Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
- 81
Thursday - Untitled 2
- 82
Thursday - Untitled 5
- 83
Thursday - Voices On A String
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Thursday - War All The Time
- 85
Thursday - We Will Overcome
- 86
Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
- 87
Thursday - Wind Up
- 88
Thursday - You Were The Cancer
Dead Songs
Thursday
"Alright?" Alright.
Deadlines are winding down
Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays
(No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play
(Reject the death)
When all the color fades away,
The world is black and white
Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light
It's no surprise
Dead checks, dead sex,
Dead cigarettes flood the ambulance in the dead of night
Alright? Alright.
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays
(No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play
(Reject the death)
When all the color fades away,
The world is black and white
There's a dead song on the audio tape
The strongest magnet couldn't wipe away
Singing, "It's alright."
But it's not alright
Then: pinpricks on the back of your neck
A little voice inside you says
"When you hear dead songs, don't sing along--let it die."
Lift your small voices up
And we'll stitch these cries into a choir
Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can't divide
Alright?
