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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
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Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
- 5
Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Fast To The End
- 7
Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
- 11
Thursday - The Worst Vow
- 12
Thursday - This Side of Brightness
- 13
Thursday - Turnpike Divide
- 14
Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - Wind Up
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Thursday - A Darker Forest
- 17
Thursday - A Good Song
- 18
Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
- 19
Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Thursday - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - No Answers
- 23
Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
- 25
Thursday - Porcelain
- 26
Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
- 27
Thursday - Subway Funeral
- 28
Thursday - The Dream
- 29
Thursday - The Equation
- 30
Thursday - The World is Black and White
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Thursday - This Sadness Alone
- 32
Thursday - Untitled 5
- 33
Thursday - War All The Time
- 34
Thursday - !1100
- 35
Thursday - A Hole In The World
- 36
Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
- 37
Thursday - A0001
- 38
Thursday - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
- 39
Thursday - Application For Release From The Dream
- 40
Thursday - As He Climbed the Dark Mountain
- 41
Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel
- 42
Thursday - At This Velocity
- 43
Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
- 44
Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
- 45
Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
- 46
Thursday - Common Existence
- 47
Thursday - Concealer
- 48
Thursday - Dead Songs
- 49
Thursday - Division St.
- 50
Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
- 51
Thursday - Evacuate
- 52
Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
- 53
Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
- 54
Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
- 55
Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
- 56
Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
- 57
Thursday - In Transmission
- 58
Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
- 59
Thursday - Jet Black New Year
- 60
Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
- 61
Thursday - Last Call
- 62
Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
- 63
Thursday - M.Sheppard
- 64
Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
- 65
Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
- 66
Thursday - Mass as Shadows
- 67
Thursday - Mother Mary
- 68
Thursday - Ny Batteri
- 69
Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
- 70
Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
- 71
Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
- 72
Thursday - Steps Ascending
- 73
Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
- 74
Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
- 75
Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
- 77
Thursday - The Dotted Line
- 78
Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
- 79
Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
- 80
Thursday - This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
- 81
Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
- 82
Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
- 83
Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
- 84
Thursday - Untitled 2
- 85
Thursday - Voices On A String
- 86
Thursday - We Will Overcome
- 87
Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
- 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?
