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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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Thursday - The World is Black and White
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Thursday - This Side of Brightness
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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - A Darker Forest
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Thursday - A Good Song
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
- 26
Thursday - A0001
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Thursday - Application For Release From The Dream
- 28
Thursday - As He Climbed the Dark Mountain
- 29
Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel
- 30
Thursday - At This Velocity
- 31
Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
- 33
Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
- 34
Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
- 35
Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
- 36
Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
- 37
Thursday - Common Existence
- 38
Thursday - Concealer
- 39
Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
- 40
Thursday - Dead Songs
- 41
Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Evacuate
- 43
Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
- 44
Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
- 45
Thursday - Fast To The End
- 46
Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
- 47
Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
- 48
Thursday - How Long Is The Night
- 49
Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
- 50
Thursday - I1100
- 51
Thursday - Ian Curtis
- 52
Thursday - In Transmission
- 53
Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
- 54
Thursday - Jet Black New Year
- 55
Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
- 56
Thursday - Last Call
- 57
Thursday - M.Sheppard
- 58
Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
- 59
Thursday - Mass as Shadows
- 60
Thursday - Mother Mary
- 61
Thursday - No Answers
- 62
Thursday - Ny Batteri
- 63
Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
- 64
Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
- 65
Thursday - Porcelain
- 66
Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
- 67
Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
- 68
Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
- 69
Thursday - Steps Ascending
- 70
Thursday - Subway Funeral
- 71
Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
- 72
Thursday - The Dotted Line
- 73
Thursday - The Dream
- 74
Thursday - The Equation
- 75
Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
- 76
Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
- 77
Thursday - The Worst Vow
- 78
Thursday - This Sadness Alone
- 79
Thursday - This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
- 81
Thursday - Turnpike Divide
- 82
Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
- 83
Thursday - Untitled 2
- 84
Thursday - Untitled 5
- 85
Thursday - Voices On A String
- 86
Thursday - We Will Overcome
- 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?
