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.

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

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 Life Of Agony

(Door opens and closes) [MOTHER:] Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your father!

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

Thursday Asobi Seksu

s left here but you All you do is remind me Now that we\'ve lost our way The rest can all fall apart All I see here is you All it does is remind me With sharpened tongue I cried out for you And

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 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 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

Understanding In A Car Crash Thursday

i crash my car everyday the same way time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) time runs through our veins (it starts and stops and starts and stops again) we don't

Porcelain Thursday

And it shatters in our hands. In time the seasons will seal these shards. Into the slits that denote your wrists. Death is the answer. To calculations composed of motions that are the same.

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

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.

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

Time Marches On Dr. John

And he jumped in bed He looked down at me And this is what he said Time marches on Now I looked at myself Sometime ago And I noticed that my wrinkles had begun to show And now I know I better take it slow

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

Signals Over the Air Thursday

when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.

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

Between Rupture and Rapture Thursday

on Rupture the wall around my heart I feel so lost I've been shaking You can't save me Forget what the doctor said Every bird in mid-flight Is calling out your name Before it hits the window And

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

At This Velocity Thursday

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 Our names are x and

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

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

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

Time Marches On Letter Kills

I never said you meant that much to me I cared a little but you wouldn't believe I never would pay what you want me to But now I can And make this quick because I never got my fix And I miss you time marches

In Transmission Thursday

And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals and can't respond. So keep your hands to yourself. And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong.

Time Marches On Tracy Lawrence

Sister cries out from her baby bed Brother runs in feathers on his head Momma's in her room learning how to sew Daddy's drinking beer, listening to the radio Hank Williams sings "Kaw Liga" and "Dear

This Side Of Brightness Thursday

Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make a sound and don't Break it off This searching for what we may never find And that says it all. I hope that we will make it through..

This Side Of Brightness (Demo) Thursday

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 a sound and

Division Street Thursday

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

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

Inside Out Thursday

A little sympathy for you to waste on me I know you're faking it but that's okay And I don't want to drag it out Don't want to bring you down I never wanted it to end this way Even if I wanted to

Steps Ascending Thursday

all the time we've wasted spent fighting we'll burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted spent fighting its blood and its running down the stairs freeze the frame between the

Life Marches On Live

In the country The farms and the orchards swell With oranges and peaches A little bit of truth as well In the city Politicians beat their drum All the suits come a runnin' It’s all degeneration

The Lovesong Writer Thursday

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 in the heat of the night And

This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb Thursday

Shut the window love, keep it water-tight I don't want to think about anyone And the footsteps are getting louder Drowning out the sound of the rain as it knocks on the window-sill I'm not answering

Running From The Rain Thursday

spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected on the broken glass As the gates come crashing down There is blood on the tracks tonight And

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

The Other Side Of The Crash/Over And Out Of (Control) Thursday

The lights go down, outside Before our cars collide And so we silhouette ourselves For these shades of fire Do you know where this is leading?

Time Marches On Pennywise

We can only regress as time marches on, down with the system, enough of the lies You can only realize if you open up your eyes, up your eyes I don't know if we're ever gonna see, tell me what's gone wrong

A Hole In The World Thursday

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. When the world is crashing down, Part with it, start again.

JERSEY THURSDAY Donovan

In the tiny piece of coloured glass my love was born <Interludde> And reds and golds and yellows were the colours in the dawn <Interludde> Night brought on its purple cloak of velvet

Counting 5-4-3-2-1 Thursday

And you can’t feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street. The city seems so far away from here, when you're counting every step. 5-4-3-2 what are you waiting for?

March Of Time Helloween

Hours of lust, hours of tears Passing by before my eyes Today, tomorrow, yesterday. . .one life Days of joy, day of sadness Come and go to pass me by A month, a year, one hundred years

Tuesday Thursday 김희준 (Heejun K)

정말 오늘 하루 걷기 좋은 날이었어 진작 이 생각을 왜 못했었는지 너무 아쉬워 다시 이런 날 오면 난 떠나리 사진은 필요 없어 두 눈에 담으면 Tuesday and Thursday 그날이 좋겠네 산들바람이 되어 Tuesday and Thursday 소원을 이룰래 어디든 갈 거야 빌딩 그림자에 가득 메워진 거리 케이크 가게 앞에 향기에 취한 요정을 봤어 다시