• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ny Batteri - Thursday
• At This Velocity - Thursday
• This Side of Brightness - Thursday
• This Song Is Brought To You By A Falling Bomb - Thursday
• The Other Side Of The Crash - Thursday
• Streaks in the Sky - Thursday
• Porcelain - Thursday
• In Transmission - Thursday
• Introduction - Thursday
• Dying in New Brunswick - Thursday
• Autumn Leaves Revisited - Thursday
• !1100 - Thursday
• Arc – Lamps, Signal Flares, A Shower Of White (The Light) - Thursday
• A0001 - Thursday
• For The Workforce, Drowning - Thursday
• Division St. - Thursday
• Concealer - Thursday
• Come Dancing - Thursday
• Ciara - Thursday
• Between Rupture And Rapture - Thursday
• Autobiography Of A Nation - Thursday
• Asleep In The Chapel - Thursday
• As He Climbed The Dark Mountain - Thursday
• A Hole In The World - Thursday
• You Were The Cancer - Thursday
• Paris In Fla - Thursday
• Marches And Maneuvers - Thursday
• For The Workforce,Drowning - Thursday
• Where The Circle Ends - Thursday
• Understanding In A Car Crash - Thursday
• Tomorrow I'll Be You - Thursday
• Time's Arrow - Thursday
• This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb - Thursday
• This Sadness Alone - Thursday
• Thirty Days In The Hole - Thursday
• The Other Side Of The Crash Over And Out (Of Control) - Thursday
• The Crock Of Gold - Thursday
• The Ballad Of The Thoughtful Rover - Thursday
• Seven Cures - Thursday
• Out On The Road - Thursday
• No Loot, No Booze, No Fun - Thursday
• No Answers - Thursday
• Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart - Thursday
• M.Sheppard - Thursday
• M. Shepard - Thursday
• Late - Thursday
• Goodmornin' Da - Thursday
• Friends In The Armed Forces - Thursday
• Finnegan's Wake - Thursday
• Fast To The End - Thursday
• Ever Fallen In Love - Thursday
• Empty Glass - Thursday
• Drinking In The Day - Thursday
• Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 - Thursday
• Circuits Of Fever - Thursday
• Beyond The Visible Spectrum - Thursday
• A Criminal Of Me - Thursday
• Cross Out The Eyes - Thursday
• Wind Up - Thursday
• We Will Overcome - Thursday
• War All The Time - Thursday
• Unintended Long Term Effects - Thursday
• Turnpike Divides - Thursday
• The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death - Thursday
• The Lovesong Writer - Thursday
• The Dream - Thursday
• The Dotted Line - Thursday
• Sparks Against The Sun - Thursday
• Telegraph Avenue Kiss - Thursday
• Sugar In The Sacrament - Thursday
• Subway Funeral - Thursday
• Steps Ascending - Thursday
• Standing On The Edge Of Summer - Thursday
• Signals Over The Air - Thursday
• Running From The Rain - Thursday
• Resuscitation Of A Dead Man - Thursday
• Phoenix Park - Thursday
• Past And Future Ruins - Thursday
• Paris In Flames - Thursday
• Ian Curtis - Thursday
• Nantucket Girl's Song - Thursday
• Love Has Led Us Astray - Thursday
• Last Call - Thursday
• Jet Black New Year - Thursday
• Into The Blinding Light - Thursday
• I1100 - Thursday
• I've Pursued Nothing - Thursday
• I Am The Killer - Thursday
• How Long Is The Night - Thursday
• Go Down Witch, Down - Thursday
• Thursday - Morphine
• Thursday - The Fatima Mansions
• Thursday - Life Of Agony
• Thursday - Country Joe & The Fish
• Thursday - Weeknd
• Thursday - Turning Point
• Thursday - Asobi Seksu
• Thursday - David Hodges
• Thursday - Sam Baker
• Thursday - Echo Hollow

[Originally by Sigur Ros]
[Original - Icelandic]
heftur með gaddavír í kjaftinum sem blæðir mig
læstur er lokaður inn í búri
dýr nakinn ber á mig
og bankar upp á frelsari
ótaminn setur í ný batterí
og hleður á ný
og hleður á ný
og hleður á ný
og hleður á ný
við tætum tryllt af stað
út í óvissuna þar
til að við rústum öllu og reisum aftur
aftur á ný
aftur á ný
aftur á ný
aftur á bak þar sem við ríðum
aftur með gaddavír
sem rífur upp gamalt gróið sár
er orðinn ryðguð sál
rafmagnið búið
mig langar að skera
og rista sjálfan mig á hol
en þori það ekki
frekar slekk ég á mér
aleinn á ný
[English Translation]
Barbed wire staples Into my mouth that bleed me
Locked in a cage
Naked animals beat me
And the Savior knocks
not trained places in new batteries
And the charges return
And the charges return
And the charges return
And the charges return
We set off
Into the unknown
Until then we destroy everything and build
Once again
Once again
Once again
Once again back where we once were
Again staples
Into my mouth, which rips up old wounds once healed
I have become a rusty soul
The electricity is gone
I want to cut
And slice myself to death
But I don't have the courage
I'd rather turn myself off

We were safe, now we're paralyzed
Suspended in flight
At this speed it makes no difference
Where I start and where you end
Or if you sit in an emergency aisle
We could be dead, complete the equation
Our names are X and N
We have no value in these calculations
We're placed on a plane pointed straight down
Traveling at five hundred feet per second
Five thousand feet from the ground
How long will it take us to hit?
How fast till we start the disintegration?
No time left - just keep moving
No time left - just keep moving
How long will it take us to hit?
How fast till we start the disintegration?
We could be safe here, forever
Falling in the clean blue air
Somewhere between the sun that gives us light
And the ground that puts it out
We'll kneel in the aisle,
Press our hands together
Close our eyes and speak these words
So softly to the black box
And it goes:
"Mother, father can you hear this?
I want to thank you for all the sweetness but

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.
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..
The heartbreak that comes with just living through one day
All the good times that past and all the friends we lose in a lifetime on our way.
Here in this life we seem so lost.
On this side of brightness we don't know where to go.
I hope that we can make it

Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky>
Do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard
Setting off the car alarms as it passes by?
Do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios?
Shut the window love
Keep the world outside
I don't want to think about any one
But the footsteps are getting louder
Drowning out the sound of the rain
As it knocks on the windowsill
I'm not answering the phone--let it ring
Lately i've been feeling like a falling bomb
The ground is getting closer
And the sky is falling down
This song has been brought to you by
This song has been brought to you by a falling bomb
A falling bomb

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?
I will meet you there
On the other side of the crash
On the other side of the glass
All our friends are falling out
Can't look us in the eye
We're there to hear that broken sound
Happens when we're
All alone inside
In the middle of the night
I hear your voice I feel the shake (ashamed?)
Every time I say it
Car crash came and car crash went
So I went along with it
Girl, you're love's not coming back
You'll never be the same
Don't look away
I need to know
If this is real
In the hospital ward sleeps through the surgery
Hiding needles in the drawers for emergency
While outside they wait in the pouring rain
On the other side of the glass...
Don't look away
I need to know
If this is real
Don't look away
I need to know
When will this end?
The IV drips the days drag on
Adjust the light switch in the hall
Maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark
The bulb burns out when it gets too hot
Keep crashing this car, over and over
Till in spins out of control
So hold me closer, I might disappear
This time, out of control
Like currents in the water we cannot go off the shore
We lost control

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.
Pulled apart for you.
In the window unlocked and left open.
For the rising sun taking you back home.
If we never meet again it would be too soon.
I'm glad I ran from you and now my life's a mess.
And I'll have to admit that I have made a mistake.
And every path that I take has lead me right back to here.
And I never should have left.
It's just the second chance that I dreamt of.
When you took me into your lives.
But there's a peak we have to climb over.
so get a running start.
Sitting here.
Waiting a year.
Hoping for something to change your mind
and in this time I'll see that this is all we have.
Before I leave I'm opening that door in my house.
To face the ones I've left behind.
Portrait of a man who stayed.
His face is folded up and grayed.

City of blue tile.
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.
Into the slits that denote your wrists.
Death is the answer.
To calculations composed of motions that are the same.
And secret and different
A missing alphabet with a message for us.
When people die.
(DIE,DIE!)
They take a piece of us with them.
(PEOPLE DIE AND DIE!)
And holes in clouds are minutes passing.
(DIE AND DIE!)
Rescind this line and several ties.
(PEOPLE DIE AND DIE EVERYDAY!)
The skyline unfolds into explanation.
That sometimes words give up.
And silently walk off the edge of the page.
And here the cry opens up reveals the word inside.
The crack in the porcelain.
The silent line of sky-lit eyes show.
Death up there shine more brightly than lives down here.

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.
So keep your hands to yourself.
And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong.
Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite.
Push this button.
End the transmission.
So keep your hands to yourself
In this transit station reconnection to our lives.
In transit like my voice cutting through this line.
It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio.
Saying I'm not worth your time.
End the transmission.
This absence is making relations come undone

Instrumental

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.
But it's happening right now.
I'm writing you this letter to let you know I'm not alright.
And in this city the streets are paved with hate
And you cry yourself to sleep tonight.
And say "no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky."
You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're walking down on Union
You see the roads and know they're apart of you.
They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now.
I'm writing you a second time.
To let you know nothing here has changed.
The streets are still paved with hate.
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight.
Will you look back on this night
As the day that ruined your life.
Will you look back on these city streets and say,
"Oh, God, where are you?"
In these city streets I hide my face.
I turn away when you look at me
And every night when I try and sleep.
I feel your hands all over my body.
You stripped away the street signs and shot out all the stop lights.

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 horizons
You close your eyes like it's nothing at all
Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything
Changes, I will be here when you die
It won't be long
It won't be long
Until we find our way home
Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died?
Did a violin swell those circles under your eyes?
Did you play the part straight, like a marcher?
Get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling
Did the drums in the streets make the people dance?
Or fall to their knees as the sound?
Knock the leaves from the trees
As they fall from the branch, the look beautiful
As they hung in the air
Spinning around
Did you float in the air?
Spinning around
There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night
And the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light
Where the skies always clear
And the summer never ends
Won't you take me there?
The leaves will fall
So will you
When you do, bury me
Under them too
Seconds pass; we'll make it through

We'll all look the same someday
And even now the robot starts to think
I wonder what it dreams
The Tide is high on Fourtheeth Street
The rain comes in to clear the heat
The way in is the same way out
the way up is the same way down

[instrumental]

We'll all look the same someday
And even now the robot starts to think

Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill 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 cubicle;
without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.
9 to 5! 9 to 5!
and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep
Now we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
it's like the last.
waiting for the life to start, is it always just always ahead of the curve?
please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.
just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?
it'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.
save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memo's sent through the currents
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me,
touch me.
please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,

Lights out on Division Street
and all the hate that rises
through the cracks in the pavement,
as the temperature falls.
(This is where is hits the ground)
Lights out on Division Street
I'm repeating
Goodbye to the memories,
(the fever that will not break)
the night is pouring down,
it's not enough to put this out,
i'll burn up before i wake up.
(on Division Street)
This is serious,
This is serious,
If this is serious
I'll hide my heart in dark parades.
Lights out on Division Street
I held you tight like an empty bottle...
But the glass broke
(and the poison spilled out of your mouth)
Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?
The house turned black and sat in silence
(while a mockingbird sang)
lalalalalala, listen to yourself
go on and on, as if you spoke to someone else.
Lights out on Division Street
I'm repeating
Goodbye to the memories,
(the fever that will not break)
the night is pouring down,
its not enough to put this out,
i'll burn up before i wake up.
(on Division Street)
This is serious,
This is serious,
If this is serious
I'll hide my heart in dark parades.
To dance between the scissor's blades
without getting cut.
I drew an X on your city's name
LIGHTS OUT. BLACK OUT. BLOW OUT THE CANDLE AGAIN.
spin the room around
FALL DOWN. PASS OUT. GET UP. I CAN'T KEEP REPEATING.
Between the footsteps I hear crickets in the trees
a silent army marching with me through a swarm of bees
a needle dragged across a record slowing down
along Division St. the lights were dying out
endless rows of houses stretched on for miles and miles and miles...
TURN THE WINDOWS BLACK
Lights out on Division Street
repeating (repeat it)
Lights out on Division Street
repeating, (turn the windows black)
lights out. lights out. lights out.
turn the windows black
la la la la la la

With fists raised high in tightened knots
The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands
And there is no time for a second chance
To paint my face with blood and tears and cover up
In an open book that no one reads
A misspelled word that no one know
You stole the rain
Then you turned around and tore my life in two
Just like the picture that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to share
So fold me up and put me back in the place where you used to keep your heart
You think its getting smaller?
It's been that way for quite some time now
The cadence beats down on the tar
It sounds the same as your fists raining down
(if you wanted to change the way I look at you...)
We've got to leave before the sun sets
Or maybe we don't have time(time to waste.)
It won't be long until you're gone into the night

When my granda' met with Patsy Cline
He thought he'd have a wonderful time
She stepped on his foot and he did pine
I'm none the better for dancing
I'm none the better for dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
Well Jim if we had a bob or two
I'd tell you what we just might do
Invite the ladies over a few
And maybe the maids'll come dancing
And maybe the maids'll come dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
We told ol' Joe half eight for sure
He turned around and told one more
And four hundred nutters turned up at the door
All looking for maids to go dancing
All looking for maids to go dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
We nearly had to fend them off
They came in the house and began to scoff
Of refreshment sure there wasn't enough
Enough for the maids to come dancing
Enough for the maids to come dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
They got in the whiskey and brandy too
Then Flannery spewed up on my shoe
He turned to me and said I love you
Oh Jimmy we better go dancing
Oh Jimmy we better go dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
To the Ashford house on a Friday night
Then Tuman's and Ginger's for a bite
And it's exit that's open through all of the night
If they'll let me back in to go dancing
If they'll let me back in to go dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
Oh now come my boys and be aware
To make the scene you must take care
And not show up with puke in your hair
And maybe the maids will come dancing
And maybe the maids will come dancing

And there will be angels for you to see
Ones who will love you, if you love them or not
And you wont rely on fantasy, you'll be
Strong enough to be
And they'll sing for you when you don't want to hear
And they'll carry you when you don't want to stand
And they'll be there when you don't want to be
And you wont rely on fantasy or fairies
May you never be alone, may you never feel cold,
May you be strong and evade the cold grip of misery
May you sleep warm at night,may your eyes see
Bright, may you reflect what you've seen from
Others your own light
A rose for you my darling, may you always stay the same
I've never laid eyes on your equal
Thats why I'm so anious to see you again
You mean something to me-you know it
To a million other people too
I've always tried to keep the company of angels,
But I'd rather sit down here with you
A rose for you darling, if you change
Then I'll know that its you
And I'll always know that you're an angel

in the veins of the ultraviolet light,
the phosphor is starting a fire
shooting up in the iodine;
its turning 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 it sings the rapture
without a second opinion
the chemicals saturate
to counteract the code
through the double-helix we are twisting
(too scared to let this go)
someone call the head nurse
she's coming to the capitol
to wrap us up and throw us in the dirt, with a dream thats turning off
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 it sings the rapture
we're coming to the capitol
the distance between us will rupture
coming to the capitol
in our hearts the disease wont touch us
coming to the capitol
love, now its too late
(love) to turn this off
alone is all we are
even when we we feel this close
it's just a lie we believe
these are the words that escape from our lungs,
rupture the wall ive built around my heart
i've been shaking
you can't save me
im turning off
we can't find a way
out of this moment

Write these words back down inside
We have burned their villages and all the people in them died
We adopt their customs and everything they say we steal
All the dreams they had we kill
Still we all sleep sound tonight
Is this what you wanted to hear?
We erased all their images and dance
And replaced them with borders and flags
At the top of this timeline you'll remember
This is the lipstick on the collar
And in my own life I've seen it in the mirror
sometimes at the cost of others hopes
So write these words back down inside
That's where you need it the most
and without conviction of heart you will never feel it at all
Yeah, we all dance to the same beat when we we're marching
Yeah, the TV tells us everythign we need to know
And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment
And history is all the same
Everything you say you stole

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 to treat the symptoms of letting go of all our hope. since we can't compete with martyred saints, we'll douse ourselves in gasoline and hang our bodies from the lampposts so that our shadows turn into bright lights 'white light, white heat' we'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane, we swerve to the beat, spill all the ink No revisions Do you hear the church bells ringing? wake up!! wake up in an outline and try to speak with the shattered voice of the lives we lead... have we slept too long between the bullet holes in a stained-glass window state? when we repent, we fall on the page (read, in the margins) we are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope. someday we'll be complete like modern saints, baptize our kids in gasoline and hang our doubts up in cathedrals so that they turn to faith in the colored sunlight. 'red rain, red rain' we'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane... do you hear the church bells ringing? they ring for you. we woke up this morning to a street filled with a thousand burning crosses and what we thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights still the choir girls sing, 'oh lord, can you save us? oh lord, sing hallelujah' they are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope... we're falling asleep with open eyes falling asleep inside the chapel falling asleep in chalk outlines falling asleep as the headlights pass us by...

Watched him walk away (watched him walk away)
Climb the endless shadow side
Watched him holding on
(watched him holding on) (watched him walk away)
It was a thousand years, a thousand miles, a thousand dreams, a thousand minutes
With no goodbye
Disappear from me (a thousand miles, a thousand dreams, a thousand minutes)
Hold on!
As he climbed the highest peak of the dark mountain
Let the mountain sleep
In the past with all our bad dreams
Was it a metaphor for all the subtle ways we would grow apart?
Was it mortality?
Climbing and plunged right off of the edge of his life!
Into the hands of a loving God, oh reaching forward to get torn apart
With his hands in the air, was he laughing and dancing or only just trying to wave ‘Goodbye’!
Say a prayer for me (Hold on!)
As he climbed the highest peak of the dark mountain
Let the mountain fall
Struck me down until I can’t go on
Let go! Let me fall down! onto! the ground
Don't leave
Go on alone
It felt like a thousand years
It was a thousand miles away

In this blackout, inertia will hold our thoughts...
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.
When the world is crashing down,
These notes will fold themselves.
Standing at the margin's edge...
to see where the daybreak ends.
You can find compassion here,
But the page turns too fast.
We fell in this hole that opened up...
Giving up on hope,
Living without love.
We still type black lines...
When the world is crashing down,
These notes will fold themselves.
Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative.
Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite,
Like dodging faces in the corner of the print,
Frame by frame, this hole is opening up... and we fall in.
There is no such thing as whole.

It's the sigh of a building falling down
It's the world spinning us around
It's the slip of the surgeon's knife
Darker crimes of common existence
It's a missile sleeping in the ground
It's a camera trying to photograph a sound
It's a case for the basic flaw
Ending a film in the coming attractions
It's a sound that's spinning out of control
It's a light at the edge of a black hole
Scream of an orchestra
Total collapse of an overreaction
In your blood there is a sad, sad song
Bleeding through your nervous system
It's killing you but it's bringing me along
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
It's comfort in a bathtub full of ice
It's the promise of a peaceful afterlife
Or the string of a violin wound too tight
It's gasping for oxygen
It's the signal that's sent out over the air
At the speed of a thousand unheard prayers
Faith in the chemicals
A shot in the dark the size of a particle
It's blood from the neon sign
Shine a light away from your insides
Make a map of the balance
Watching life slip through your hands
They're not for shaking
They're not for praying
They're just for holding close
Everything you love that is fragile in a dream
See, you're coming down
Noone knows where
See, you're coming down
Without a prayer
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
Your blood is a sad, sad song
Bleeding through your nervous system
It's killing you but it's bringing me along
It's a sound that's spinning out of control
It's a light at the edge of a black hole
Scream of an orchestra
Total collapse of an overreaction
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer

Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames
After the things you say
You hate me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old ideals
There is no headline to read at night
When the record skips, and you're not holding the needle
CHORUS 1:
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in flames
CHORUS 2:
Rain, rain down
Think it's gonna rain, rain down
Think it's gonna rain, rain down
Think it's gonna rain
Think it's gonna rain, rain down
Think it's gonna rain, rain down
Think it's gonna rain
Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
(CHORUS 1)
The lower east side is a jukebox
Playing the dead man's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message
Discard this message
Discard this message
Burn your city down
Down
Burn your heart
Now burn it with this song
You were on the first day
Discard this message
Throw this bottle back into the ocean
Rip this page from the history book
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's gonna rain
It's gonna rain
And it never ends
We all sing songs of separation (CHORUS 2)
Watch our hearts bleed through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
We saw Paris in flames

this is a war we live and the sides are drawn. we're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out. this is a storm at sea. if we fly a white flag, under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise? (the taste of your kerosine lips burn me up) the glare from your enemy sights make me go blind/ blinds divide the sunlight into thin strips, the size of a blade, in this trench we dig for ourselves. fourscore and fade. glare with the enemy heat of the bodies in the bed. there's no retreat. This is a war we live in. now we're up in arms, with our heads pressed against the wall (and it's wearing thin). these are the screams we swallow, if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky... this is our war. administer the pill before the cell divides (keep marching--keep fighting) and we'll both go down like toy soldiers. threats and picket lines are forming around our beds and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time. if we trip each other into this, do you think we'll find a way out? we've synthesized a compound to treat this conscience, it's: one part loss, one part no sleep, one part the gun shot we heard, one part the screams mistaken for laughter, one part everything after, one part love, one part stepping out of the driving rain, one part parting ways, in the cold apartment. don't look back, just keep running down the stairs. do you hear the footsteps? can you hear voices in the traffic, communiques in the attic? they say, after time, all this will heal, we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace.

Falling from the top floor your lungs
fill 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 cubicle;
without a name, just numbers,
on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.
9 to 5! 9 to 5!
and we're up to our necks,
drowning in the seconds,
ingesting the morning commute
lost in a dead subway sleep
we will not lie awake in our parents beds,
tossing and turning.
tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work,
single file
with everyday
it's like the last.
waiting for the life to start,
is it always just always ahead of the curve?
please take these hands
throw them in the river,
wash away the things they never held
please take these hands,
throw me in the river,
dont let me drown before the workday ends.
just keep making copies
of copies
of copies
when will it end?
it'll never end,
'til it gets so bad
that the ink fills in our fingerprints
and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are
all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
last night my teeth fell out like i want
my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.
and save!
save our ship
the anchor is part of the desk
we can't cut free,
the water is flooding the decks
the memo said through colors
computers spark like flares
i can see them.
they don't touch me,
touch me.
please someone,
teach me how to swim.
please, don't let me drown,
please, don't let me drown.

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 surface of porchlight
Dawn's footsoldiers return to march the twilight across our faces
Skylights ignite and explode
Scattering shards of april around the room
No one even lives here
We're too busy crashin our cars every morning in the same house
Paving the same roads
Unwilling to walk them
And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be included
In a moment that stands still
And so often we don't struggle to improve conditions
We struggle for the right to say "We improved conditions"
And so often we form communities
Only to use them as exclusionary devices
And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself with grief
And somewhere people are calling for teachers
And no one's answering
Somewhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose against the door
And somewhere these people are keeping records
And writing a book
For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw
Or "The Book About the Letter A"
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing
The sounds of a vanishing alphabet

Splintered piece of glass falls, in the seat, gets caught
These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost
In trying so hard to look away from you
we followed white lines to the sunset
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 stand a chance in this threadbare time
(the time it takes, the time it takes to let go)
Time to let this pass
(the time it takes, the time it takes to let go)
Staring at the setting sun
No reason to come back again
The twilight world in blue and white
The needle and the damage done
I don't want to feel this way forever
A dead letter marked return to sender
The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass
It's two hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye
So push the seats back a little further
I can see the headlights coming
So push the seats back a little further
Roll 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 through our veins.
(it starts and stops and starts and stops again)
We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time
(the time it takes, the time it takes to let go)
Time to let this pass
(the time it takes, the time it takes to let go)
Staring at the setting sun
No reason to come back again
The twilight world in blue and white
The needle and the damage done
I don't want to feel this way forever
A dead letter marked return to sender
The spinning hubcaps set the tempo, for the music of the broken window
The Cameras on and the cameras click
We open up the lens and can't stop
Staring at the setting sun
No reason to come back again
The twilight world in blue and white
The needle and the damage done
I don't want to feel this way forever
The lights are on and the cameras click
We open up the lens (to broken glass!)
Staring at the setting sun (And it's over!)
No reason to come back again (In a flash!)
The twilight world in blue and white (and I'll never!)
The needle and the damage done (ever understand!)
I don't want to feel this way forever (Understanding!)
(In a Car Crash!) A dead letter marked return to sender (In a Car Crash!)

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 the shards. choke on her words, caught in her throat. how long can the wheels maintain a spin, at this velocity? on every block, a reminder: you can't stop this intersection. at every turn, dead forests of tenements rise like antennas. the miles are adding up and the days are counting down. cut the jet black from my hair before we're bathed in the dawn of New Year's Day. I will change back to myself in the flame, we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents. we're too lost, to lose hope. maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured. (shatter the lens. pull out the shards). we are cured (choke on her words, caught in your throat). that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries on. sit back and tune to the broadcast. this is not a test shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke on her words, caught in your throat. as the language dissolves and the setence lifts, a slow alphabet of rain is whispering, "aabcttipacbdefg..." since I replaced the I in live with an O, I can't remember who you are... ...but tomorrow I'll be you. just pick up the phone. I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your dreams. I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as I sing, "This Is Just A Dream." on New Year's Day, we will change back to ourselves. in the flame we are cured. we are cured. we are cured.

The rain falls up and off the street
The clocks turn back in retreat
Footsteps fall off of our feet
I see the tears crawling off your cheeks
Turn back to pink
The slap got pulled right off of it
We all fall back into bed again
When you see what you've done
You want to take back
To take it back
You can't, you can't
And it's killing you
Doctor comes off the street
Stitch gets pulled out audibly
Mothers fall down in their seat
I can see time's arrow turning back to me
Children getting light
Disappear into a sign

do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by? do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios? shut the window, love. keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the sound of the rain, as it knocks on the windowsill. I'm not answering the phone -- let it ring. lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down. this song has been brough to you by a falling bomb.

and she asked me, where have you been?
i could have sworn i'd lost you again.
my reply: why do you still pretend, that you forgot me?
when my world began to fall,i had to turn and run.
when my world began to fall.
my crys ehoed on, and one.
meloncholy caught in my throught,
sadness alone would never change me.
maybe someday, yeah maybe someday soon,
you wont have to find me.
when my world began to fall,i had to turn and run.
when my world began to fall, my crys echoed on,and one.
and she asked me where have you been?
i could have sworn i'd lost you again.
my reply: why do you still pretend, that you forgot me?
that you forgot me
that you forgot me
that you forgot me
when my world began to fall, i had to turn and run.

Well I busted up a sailer and ran out on my jailor.
And I turned around in me shoes and scaled over the fence
They picked me on Thomas having dreams of kept their promise.
And slammed me thirty days in the hole!
There's a hole in the ground!
There's a hole in the ground!
There's a hole in the ground!
There's a hole in the ground and it makes a man go mad!
I got crap up in detox I found my life in clorox
Assholes bugging 'round me, thank God they haven't found me
Kicked us in the shitter, they'll never know what hit 'er.
Code blue and then they strapped my ass to bed.
Well I finally earned my key chain it's a fine line in my brain
A week now I've been sober I'm bound to keel over
Busted out the window in the group room with a candle

The lights go down, outside
Before our cars collide
So we silhouette ourselves
In forty shades of fire
Do you know where this is leading?
I'll meet you there
On the other side of the crash
On the other side of the glass
All our friends are falling out,
Can't look us in the eye,
Or bear to hear that broken sound,
Happens when we're all alone, inside,
In the middle of the night
I hear your voice,
I feel ashamed every time you say,
"Car crash came and car crash went
So I went along with it"
Because the girl you love's not coming back
It'll never be the same
Don't look away
I need to know if this is real
Don't look away
And the hospital ward sleeps through the surgery
Hiding needles in the drawer for emergencies
While outside they wait in the pouring rain
On the other side of the glass
Don't look away
I need to know if this is real
Don't look away
I need to know when will this end?
Don't look away
Over and out of control
The I.V. drips the days drag on
Adjust the light switch in the hall
Maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark
But the bulb burns out when it gets too hot
Keep crashing this car, over and over,
Keep crashing this car, over and over,
Keep crashing this car, over and over,
Keep crashing this car till it spins
(Out of control) So hold me close or I might disappear this time
(Out of control) We fight currents in the water when we can't let go of the shore

We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street,
only because we just can't compete.
But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names.
Just like the people before, when they reached
the distant shore with their drink and their dance,
and their dreams and sincere aims.
Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare.
With their offspring staring at me for they are still there.
Dreams that are dead and lives not realized.
Why did we write our names in these streets,
to show we're alive?
Well, Chicago is my home and I'll never want to roam,
to live on any sun swept distant shore.
Well, it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered,
and I sing the songs that they all sang before.
Well, any woman that's neared me
has been repelled most thoroughly.
Still I'm a lover God, I am foremost of all.
A musician that's my call of high degree professional.
But I'm afraid I do not know my trade at all.
And if it's every twenty years
some small relief to me appears,
then the crock of gold will wait until that day.
To defend myself no more,
lay the shield of anger at my door
and the sword of alcohol will stow away.
All the people in our town are overworked and broken down.
Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're giving.
Crying quietly, living life so desperately.
That something has to make this life worth living.
Real life is only a timeline,
and the excitement holds the short times.
It will never measure up to what TV sells as great.
All the drunken jokes and views,
exciting pubs they tell the news.
But the exciting pats, well, they just weren't all that great.
I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight,
so we decided we would hold it for awhile.
But she would not love me, so inside me finally said,
"It's not your fault."
But I would like love if only for a while.
Well, it's on and on I've seen, yeah that's how it's always been,
and how it will be as ever on I go.
Oh, but ever on I will.
Through all the banal times until I find some

Well although I've labored most of my days
I truly enjoy the work
But not too much I really must say
On my roving I won't shirk
Well everyone has fear and pain
And a lot of folks fear the dole
Work'll scramble your mind
It'll scramble your brain
But also will the dole
Well everyone has fear and pain
And most folks fear the dole
But I'd rather be lying at home beside
The true love that I know
And the friends I love the most
Oh the memory of the open road
And the first mountain you saw
As your small eyes stood looking down
Did you ever fear the dole?
Oh in agony I'd pray for my workday to end
And I'd find myself relieved each day and month and year
And soon enough I know I'll find myself that day
Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here
Well if we're loved then they'll let us come home
Or in time they may let us go
And we need no extreme paradigm
Contented in our minds
For contentment's just inside
So as we roll on throughout time
I will wonder what's on your mind
For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry
But so will the dole in time

Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron chain around his neck.
Old Reilly's daughter got a message
That her father was goin' to hang.
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her hand.
When the judge he saw Reilly's daughter
His old eyes deepened in his head,
Sayin', "Gold will never free your father,
The price, my dear, is you instead."
"Oh I'm as good as dead," cried Reilly,
"It's only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all.
Get on your horse and ride away."
"Oh father you will surely die
If I don't take a chance and try
And pay the price and not take your advice.
For that reason I have to stay."
The gallows shadows shook the evening,
In the night a hound dog bayed,
And in the night the grounds were groanin',
And in the night the price was paid.
The next mornin' she had awoken
To hear that the judge had never spoken.
She saw that hangin' branch a-bendin',
She saw her father's body broken.
These be seven cures on a judge so cruel:
That one doctor will not save him,
That two healers will not heal him,
That three eyes will not see him.
That four ears will not hear him,
That five walls will not hide him,
That six diggers will not bury him

"Out on the road, it's dark and it's cold,"
said my mother as she passed by.
"You'll never stick it long enough.
You're a fool to even try.
You've gone off with a band of men, all addicts, skites, and bums.
So you think you will enjoy your life in the tenancy and the slums."
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li.
Out on the road is where your Uncle died.
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li.
I have no time for you on the road.
"Playing music ain't no way to live.
It's hungry, cold, and slack.
And if you walk out that door my Son,
well, you won't be coming back."
But it's down the pub, all my friends are there.
And there's no place that I'd rather be.
So, you think this life will engulf me?
Well I'll tell you we'll just wait and see.
So I kissed my tearful Father at the door and I left him there.
With five bottles of Bushmill's and two on my chair.
We set out for the county Clare.
And it's Ceili's jigs and booze in Killrush.
Dooneed can be quite a thrill,
and I won't come back 'till I've made my name,

There's no loot, there's no booze, and it's no fun.
Oh, Dee Dee Ramone where have you gone?
In misery all day long, to shoot some dope right into your arm.
Oh, the sun does rise, the birds do sing.
They fly around and shit on me.
There's nowhere to go.
No loot, no booze, no fun.
God, there's nowhere to sleep, nothing to do,
I don't know how you made it through.
Nowhere to go, belonging to no one.
You snorted coke 'till you turned blue,
and walked the streets with nothing to do.
There's nowhere to go.

Can you feel it in the dead of night?
It's all around but can't be seen.
Can you hear it in the parking lot?
It only speaks when spoken to.
Can you find it in the marathon?
The more you take the more you leave.
Can you see them in a pane of glass?
You know them but they don't know you.
I can see it now:
What gets lost but never found?
What could fasten two,
Yet only touches one?
Who could make it hurt,
As much as it did before?
(You could tie a string
Around the place where it used to show.)
I can hear the ocean when I say your name..
In the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
You're the last asleep on a one-way train..
It's been eight years if it's been a day.
You can see her in a pane of glass..
You think you know her but you don't.
You share a family but you don't share a name..
Some things run deeper than blood.

She spins magnetic rings
Around the dark violet heart of god
She's a magnetic field,
Shower of sparks,
When she comes on.
There's a silent charge
In a coil of wire
When the currents pass right through it.
We're coupled lines in lightning strikes,
We jump like birds on a vine.
We're the magnets caught in a metal heart
Where the blood is pumping through it
When the needle spins, it sings,
"Feels like we're in love..."
He spins magnetic rings that fall apart
When he's removed from her
He's a magnetic field
Under the silver of clouds
Where the lining of skies
Looks like the dirt on the ground.
His only true north is down
There's a silent charge
In a coil of wire
When the currents pass right through it.
We're coupled lines in lightning strikes,
We jump like birds on a vine.
We're the magnets caught in a metal heart
Where the blood is pumping through it
When the needle spins, it sings,

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly
The stage is set, the stage is set
Don't forget to breathe between the lines
If the whole world dies then it's safe, to take the stage
These graves will stretch like landing strips
Hospitals, all the dead museums
We won't have to be afraid anymore
The crowd is growing silent
With the gathering storm
When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
Just trying to keep up the act
We'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up
Joining the procession of emptiness
If we say these words it will be too late to take them back
So we hold our breathe and fold our hands
Like paper planes and we're going to crash
We don't have to be alone ever again
There's a riot in the theater
Someone's standing in the aisle
Yelling that the murderers are everywhere
And they're lining up, carving the 'M' in your side
[Incomprehensible]
When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
Just trying to keep up the act
We'll lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled up
Joining the procession of emptiness
The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly
Pull the curtain back, kill all the house lights
Pin the dress with lotus flowers
The silk is spinning round and around with the ceiling fan
I'm disappearing into the spotlight, I'm on display
With the butterfly and the scare crow
With smiles like picket fences
You tie us all up and leave us outside
That voice is silent now
And the boat has sunk, we're on our own

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly,
the stage is set,
don't forget to breathe,
between lines if the whole world dies,
then it's safe to take the stage,
these graves will stretch
like landing on strips - hospitals: all the dead museums, we won't have to be afraid anymore.
The crowd is growing silent with the gathering storm.
When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side (just trying to keep up the act),
we'll lie in the back of black cars,
with the windows rolled up,
joining the precession of emptiness,
if we say these words,
it will be too late to take them back.
So we hold our breathe and fold our hands,
like paper planes (and we're going to crash)
We don't have to be alone ever again.
There's a riot in the theatre.
Someone's standing the aisle, yelling that the murderers are everywhere and they're lining up,
carving M in your side.
Pull the curtains back.
Kill all the house lights.
Pin the dress lotus flowers. The silk is spinning around and around,
with the ceiling fan.
I'm disappearing into the spotlight.
I'm on display,
with the butterfly and the scare crow,
with smiles like picket fences, you tie us all up and leave us outside.
"That voice is silent now and the boat has sunk..."

It's oh so late, are you asleep?
There's not a sound, so it's time for me to dream.
The window pane, late city scenes,
so far away from where I was weaned.
There was a girl so long ago,
all through the park at night we go.
All just as late as it is now,
two discontented, a young one's vow.
I'm here for you, only to adore you.
You mean everything to me.
And you're with me wherever I go,
and I miss you everywhere I go.
Well, goodbye to old friends,
I watched you go.
>From where I sit now, I still say hello.
All the memories gone by, those that I couldn't call.
An eternal divide, the distance too long.
Dead as a mackerel.
Dead as a door.
Dead as a nail, but never a bore.
Always good for a laugh.
Always good for a shout.

Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in gaol.
I don't need you to try for bail.
If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
Well goodbye to my own Dublin dear,
and goodbye to old St. Brigid's there.
Well I wasn't born with this, but now I got it like the flu.
I'm fuckin' useless, so what's the point of impressing you?
Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in gaol.
I don't need you to try for bail.
If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
Well, I'd only fifteen pints but I could not see,
when them damn skites got a hold of me.
Well, I could say it was the whiskey, oh, but that it may not be.
Or just the prospect here of something else to do.
Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in gaol.
I don't need you to try for bail.
If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
Well I've always been a problem child,
and I know that I have been too wild.
I wasn't born with this, but now I got it like the flu.
I'm fuckin' useless, so what's the point of impressing you?
Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in gaol.
I don't need you to try for bail.
If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,

There's a purple heart on the stars and stripes tonight
It's pinned to the chest of the latest liar
And if you try to speak your mind
They tell you keep it to yourself
You got friends in the armed forces
They wanna know which side you're on
Doesn't matter cause we'll all be off
To train, to fight
Disregard our human rights
To play the part
The consciense of the damned
You say you're defending me
I'm sick of tying yellow ribbons
Praying not to see
Another folded flag to a mourning lover
He was an army of one but they'll find another
And in the fold of the body bag
Somebody check for a heart
You got friends in the armed forces
Now we know what a soldier costs
It's the cost of the rest of us
To take a life
We all have our price
The wife and kids sleep soundly in their beds
You say you're defending me
I'm untying yellow ribbons
On every single tree I see
They'll float like butterflies back home
And I can feel the desert's heat
When you're standing next to me
Friendship offers no relief
Stay with me now, just hear me out
Don't want to lose you to that great black cloud
Coming down
You see in the path a bullet makes
When it calls you by your name
And the medic can't play the rythym of your heart
So it starts to fade like footsteps in the march
The parade passes by our fingertips
As lives once were right
To change our minds
Everything that's wrong looks right
The lives we lead
Are somewhere in between
You say you're defending me
I'm sick of tying yellow ribbons
Praying not to see
We're not going to hell

Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street,
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
Well, he had a bit of a timmlin’ way
with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to send him on his way each day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah do now dance with your partner
whirl the floor your trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Tim felt rather full,
his ole’ head felt heavy which made him shake
well, he fell off the ladder and he broke his skull,
then they carried him home his corpse to wake
oh, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
and they laid him out upon the bed
with a gallon of whiskey at his feet
and a bucket of porter at his head
Well, his friends assembled at the wake,
and missus Finnegan called for lunch
well, first she brought out tea and cake,
then pipes and tobacco and brandy punch
Then the widow Malone began to cry,
"Such a nice, clean corpse, have you ever seen,
Saying Tim my boy why did you die?",
well, "Hold your gob." says Mother McGee
Then Maggie O’Conner took up the job,
And Biddy says "you're wrong, for sure"
well, Biddy fixed her with a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
then a civil war did soon engage,
it was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began
Then Mickey Maloney he ducked his head
when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It ducked, and landed on the bed,
well, whiskey scattering over Tim
Be dad it revives him see how he rises
Tim Finnegans rising in the bed
Sayin whirl whiskey around like place

Maintain the bearing that you left with
Fifteen degrees north of anywhere
Try not to feel the shake in you hands
Just close your eyes and go fast to end
Breathe in the white clouds
And wait
Freeze out the world with
Ice crystals on the windscreen
And you're in the pilots chair
Mayday, ground control to no one
Empty the seats and put away the maps
You've been away past the far horizons
Close your eyes and sleep
Fast to the end
Breathe in the white clouds
And wait
Freeze out the world with
Ice crystals on the windscreen
And you're in the pilots chair
Faster, faster, faster, faster...
Faster, faster, faster...
Breathe in the white clouds
And wait
Freeze out the world with
Ice crystals on the windscreen
And you're in the pilots chair

You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I run the risk of losing you
And that's worse
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
I can't see much of a future
Unless we find out what's to blame
What a shame
And we won't be together much longer
Unless we realize that we are the same
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
You disturb my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I'll only end up losing you
And that's worse
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
Fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone

I lost my wedding ring down the kitchen sink
Now it's glimmering somewhere far away
And I'm sitting here with an empty glass
Waiting for the day to swallow me whole
I'm holding on to nothing
Sold my wedding ring to another man
Who was drunk in lust far away from home
Now I'm waking up with an empty hand
Trying to buy something to take me away
The page I've written
I'll sleep in the space where no one's breathing

I met her up on Leeson Street of a Tuesday afternoon
In Summer's fallen colours, sulking back to school
I asked her would she linger, I asked her would she stay
Would she keep a man in company, drinking in the day?
Drinking, Drinking
Drinking... not thinking
Drinking, Drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
She was almost a woman, she was going on sixteen
She asked me to go walking, In Saint Stephen's Green
She said I love the sunshine, and to hear the children play.
But I won't be distracted when I'm drinking in the day.
With her flashing eyes and milk white lies she looked like a song
Like the ghost of a woman that first made me go wrong
She said I'll have a drink with you I said you'll have to pay
For a comprehensive education
Drinking in the day
Drinking, Drinking
Drinking and not thinking
Drinking, Drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
If her mother could have seen us on that bright November day
Botticelli and his angel perambulating Ormand Quay
A drunken blessed virgin, me rhetorious and gay
Bestowing ancient wisdom as to what made me this way
Deny your friends and family
To serve you must betray
Break and enter heaven
S teal but never save
Squander every penny
Empty every heart
Travel every darkened road
Never finish what you start
Always talk to strangers
Make love with whom you may
For God will find good company
for your drinking in the day
Drinking, drinking
Drinking and not thinking
Drinking, drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
So spend your youth on poetry, and spend your cash at play
Each line upon my face is for a girl who went away
A kiss, a song, are fleeting things and fame will always stray
So I'll tell the truth, the best spent youth, is the one you give away
Drinking, drinking
Drinking... not thinking
Drinking, drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
Drinking, drinking
Drinking... not thinking
Drinking, drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
Drinking, drinking
Drinking... not thinking
Drinking, drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
Drinking, drinking
Drinking... not thinking
Drinking, drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
Drinking, drinking
Drinking... not thinking
Drinking, drinking
We'll go drinking in the day
Drinking, drinking
Drinking... not thinking

5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire.
We'll burn this town from inside out.
Till no ones left alive.
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?
The train is catching up, keep on running don't look back.
Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight.
Leave it all behind.
All his life he lived in this same house.
Same white fence surrounding him, he swore he would get out.
But he can't cause his foot got caught in between the rails.
And all his friends were up ahead
They can't hear him yelling, yelling for some help.
And it's much too late to call the doctor now.
This town is full of sympathies; we're drowning in it all.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for?
The train is catching up, keep on running don't look back.
Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight.
Leave it all behind.
Is that the sound of the gate coming down? No flashing lights, no warning?
When we press our ears to the ground we feel the shake.
But it's under the skin, so we wilt like violets.
Can't get up, to put the petals in their place.
5-4-3-2 What are you waiting for?

You are my blanked out pages
All the wasted spaces
The old weapons vanished
Spit blood at dawn, closed forever
You're an ivory icon
Held in glass, captive
You're a falling column
Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight
He was upside down and drifting in an
Endless ocean of night
The terror came in waves, each one
Pushing him further from the shore
You are a fractured mirror
Silver paper in the wind
A desperate measure
Sharp little circuits of fever
I can feel the unslept hours
See all the traces
I can hear the ticking of clocks
Old record running down
You can't replace it
You get distracted by the sound
He hears an ocean in the dial tone
Every night, after the sleeping pill goes down
He wants to believe that he doesn't exist
He's everywhere and he's nowhere all at once
We'll fill the blanked out page
We'll burn the traces
We'll turn the unslept hours to days
Old record running down
We'll flip it over and sing the songs

When I first saw you
there were guns in the river
Black birds of warning
Circling high above the marquee where
The blue notes of lovers
Mixed with the loneliness of others
Turned our breath into snowflakes
As we whispered in the gutters
We try to find the life at rainbow's end
It finds the end of us instead and everyone we love
When I come back now,
There are ads in the shadows
Diamonds in the skyline
You can't afford to look up at them
Or catch your reflection in somone else's mirror
Your voice is a music and I'm drowning in a silent land.

My great Grandpa was a king, a monarch stout and noble.
He surveyed this land so green, and he said "She's fair and humble".
As far as the eye can see, from Carrauntooil to Giant's Causeway was ours,
until they went and made a criminal of me.
Many a Celtic head had rolled, and rolled upon the hillside,
and they bathed their horses hooves in Hibernian blood and their hide.
In exile they did flee, and set up a church and home there,
'till the landlord and the bailiff made it criminality.
Oh, and on the road they came to run, run until the runnin's done.
Run far away from fettered chain, the land was ours to barter.
We succumb from sweat and strain, and look they're right behind again.
If they catch me boys, I know they'll make a criminal of me.
A criminal of me, a criminal of me.
Wandering forever, hungering eternally.
A criminal of me, a criminal of me.
Run, run, before they make a criminal of me.
Across the sea they sailed, to a land both bright and noble.
For they'd watched their neighbors starve, and the bloodline as it fumbled.
As they reached the safer side, ole Papa said to Jimmy,
to try and live a life so they'd not make a criminal of he.
"Go be alert," sad Da, "do not perish for the gentry."
Tho' poor but proud was he, whenever they called discretely,
well he'd smash their faces in and in gaol he died poorly.
"But," he said, "don't let them try and make a criminal of ye."
Oh, now my boss he steps so gay, so gaily up the street,
while I dull the pain in pubs and still can't afford to eat.
He is dashing, he is fancy and he'll never want you see.
Evan as the factory shuts his shoes reflect the criminal in me.
Violent and drunk now in the street with nothing to sustain me,
I'm gonna die here in this hole. The kids I can't take care of with me.
But it must be taught to let the blame and hatred out of their heads.

Let's call this the quiet city:
Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take divide us from our faith
And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
Hear voices from another room
"It happens all the time"
But July in the sand
The leaves falling
And counting down our days to live....
Drain the blood from this valentine.
"We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise like candles in the dark-yours always"
and an envelope marked with your new address
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
It was the first time face to face
I'm crossing the line
Talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
(can't we die!)
(memories in flatlines!)
Cross out the eyes with a set of these lines
Cross out the eyes with a set of these lines!
(cross out the eyes!)
Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field
(Cross out the eyes!)
Stretches out of this world into the sound
(A trace of)
What can we do to put a stop to these coming white days
(A love song)
I'm hoping the snow will wash these dreams of you away
(Stretches out of this world,
let's drive back the dead.
Stretches out of this world.

Just ahead I see you winding up
And you're dressing this color on the edge of fire
Until these tightened strides
They march in time again
I don't know if I will cut through
I don't know if my heart will beat without you guiding it
Winding up
Leading me
Winding up to explode
It's the sound of your racing heart
That beats in time with every start
(the start of the year. the start of life. the start of war)
That reaches up and across the sky
That makes us want to try
I'm falling to peices
I can't let go
Tearing apart your lies
I want to live
It's the sound of your shotgun pulse
Beating over and over in your silent halls
It's a thought that keeps us alive
It makes us want to rise
A scream to guide me through my life
Winding up
Leading me
Winding up to what you can not unwind
This side of you and if it's taken away
You won't know what to do
You're stretching to meet expectations that you will never reach
And now it's far to late to ever leave this cold
I'm giving up
Marching in time with your drums

We walk alone
Till the end of night
It's suicide
But we will overcome
Another life
Swinging in the breeze
These southern trees
Have the strangest fruit
Follow the path that's straight and narrow, hand in hand
Our roads are paved with broken arrows
We will overcome
We will overcome
Our fathers plant arms in foreign soil
Our brothers die
And no one knows
Where it ends (between the crosshairs)
All lies weave a thousand deaths around us
Follow the path that's straight and narrow, hand in hand
Our roads are paved with broken arrows
We will overcome
We will overcome
Follow the path that's straight and narrow, hand in hand
Our roads are paved with broken arrows
We will overcome
We will overcome
We will overcome
If no one sleeps tonight
We will overcome
We will overcome
If no one sleeps tonight
We will wait for this
We waited too long
To see the Promised land
We can't wait no more
We will stand up at the Promised land
We will overcome (We will overcome)

Standing on the edge of the Palisades' Cliffs
In the shadow of the skyline very far away
Like a lightning rod that couldn’t pull the storm from me
I was 5 years old, my best friend's older brother died
He fell from these cliffs
The river washed him away, the current pulled him downstream
And our lives float in the headlines, so we park these cars
Parent’s garage
Listen to the lullaby
Of carbon monoxide
War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast, falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags
If the sun doesn't rise
We'll replace it with an H-bomb explosion
A painted jail cell of light in the sky
Like three-mile-island nightmares on TVs that sing us to sleep
They burn on and on like an oil field
Or a memory of what it felt like
To burn on and on and not just fade away
All those nights in the basement, the kids are still screaming
On and on and on and on
War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast, falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags
And we’re blowing in the wind
We don’t know where to land
So we kiss like little kids
We used to be very tall buildings
We’ve been falling for so long
Now your eyes are a sign on the edge of town
They offer a welcome when you are leaving
War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast, falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags
The pieces fall it’s like a last day parade
And the fires in our streets start to rage,
So wave to those people who long to wave back
from the fabric of a flag that sang "love all of the time"
War all the time, war all the time
All of the time
War all the time, war all the time
All of the time
All of the time
War all of the time
War all of the time
War all of the time

a paper crane, in a dirty drain, trying to dry
her wings.
The atom split between her lips in the final stage.
The chemicals dissolve and the family disappears.
She sees her life slip between the cracks in the
atomic age
Like a shot in the vein.
Can a pilot see the the distant arc of history?
A thousand suns all burst at once in a blinding rage.
We need a drug, we need something to takw the
dreams away
Because the dream of peace has gone to sleep in the
passing lane
Like a shot in the vein.
Theres a black dog hanging by a string
In the flutter of a thousand paper wings.
You put your faith in the chemicals
But you fear the crash and you over react
and you hear the bomb going off
Then you see the flash and it's all out of synch.
When you take bitter pills
No sugar coat can mask the taste.
A thousand paper cranes

There's a thousand black cars
Driving around in my blood stream
I'd have to take a thousand pills
To find out where their headlights lead.
Is it cold New York?
Is it freezing in your bed?
Because I caught a deep chill
When I went over the Hudson again.
It's alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
I don't want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around until I fall down at it's feet.
Maybe home is just the place you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves to the edge of the Palisades
It's alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
I don't want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
And I'll be counting the city lights
Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by
And I'm left behind, standing on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to rise like coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to laugh and dance... to be free? Well, alright--
I've been thinking about those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up just before you'd leave
And I'd fall back into a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow that you'd never seen

Last night I lay all in my dreams, when a rap
at the door it startled me.
And I heard those footsteps on the stairs,
And I bade her; please come in.
Come in, come in, my roving friend.
Come in and rest awhile.
For you've been gone so very long,
it's nice to see you smile.
Come in, come in, my wandering friend.
Accept my welcome home.
I hope you can stay a long, long while before you have to go.
And she walked across the room to me,
and then she sat right down with me,
and told me that she had to leave.
She could not stay for long.
A child he held in his arms, a child that I
knew well through time, and told me that he had to leave.
He had to take him home.
She crossed the floor and moved away,
and my heart said, "Stop her. Maker her stay."
But I just showered myself in tears, for I just let her go.
When I awoke I cried and cried,
and went to sit by his graveside,
and visit the child he left behind.
Because he had to go.
You must come back to me again.
Accept the welcome I extend.
I will not let you go this time,
if only in my dreams.
And yeah, though you walk ever on,
may your heart be not weary but strong.
And yeah, though you walk ever on,

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 in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We will pretend
That its all just made up
The songs that he writes
Are too personal
He cant play them for anyone
When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone, hear me now?
No one hears him now
So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet
"Please give us meaning"
Pose for me now
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You're the queen of spades
You're the sound that she makes on her way
Theres always a way out
Theres always a way out
When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone, hear me now?
But no one hears at all
The lovesong writer sits all alone
When he hears the sound of the knock at the door
50 red roses, falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind
All of the others strolled up and showed up at your door
Staring you down, they said:
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now

As I sit by myself,
I’ve come from so, so far away.
In such little time, I have gave,
My soul, my mind, I’ve tried so hard to find.
Is this what I must do, to get by?
And I ask myself why?
Why don’t you write, why don’t you call me,
I’ll wait here.
I’ll find my way, or will you help me out this year?
Does she understand me?
Listen to what I say.
Turning her back, on my dreams.
Watching, waiting.
You turn your back.
I’ll find my way home,
You turn your back.
Turn your back on my dream,
So strong, so weak, we’re stronger still.
Is this what I must do?
This I, why?
I know.
Why don’t you write, why don’t you call me,
I’ll wait here.

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 hard
In this half hearted minute
You sleep alone
Its hard to dream
If you're a ghost
Its only a matter of time
Before we fade out
The phone is ringing in my head again
I'm too scared to pick up
The fear that this is the call I've been waiting for
Could be some sort of sign for me
That its time for me to change
Its the turning clock
That happens every night
And if we dont stop soon
We will never wake up again
Computers lie
They keep us in our lives
If im paranoid
Its because they're watching us

On and off, the cylinders burn
With the fading heart of youth
And the sun slips below the treelike
Just out of view
Back and forth across the sky
The stars are hanging from a wire
(Machine guns still firing in the corners of our eye)
But in the light of the day we'll disappear
Just like the little sparks against the sun
No one remembers where they begin
or where we end
In and out, the days escape the damages of dawn
Still our dreams lie in broken pieces
Rustin on the lawn
But in the light of the day we'll disappear
Just like the little sparks against the sun
No one remembers where they begin
or where we end
The first step's got me lying on the floor
By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door
Three: I put my life in your hands
By the fourth step how much light is left?
Five six seven-I can see my dark and the harm
I've done, I've left
Eight, nine ten- I'll take it back again

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
Turned the key on all of us
She spins silver strings in the dark
With metal teeth that ring in her heart
When the cover drops
The world just fades
Away, away, away from her
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
To say it
K-I-S-S I'm in distress,
I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's not unconditional
A book of matches and a cigarette
A love note that you never sent
You can fold it up
But you won't forget
You can strike a match
But it still might not light
Now I'm the one that's stuck inside
The silver cage
The bird that can't fly away
Clip its wings
If it sings of
The way, the way, the way that it hurt
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
To say it
K-I-S-S I'm in distress,
I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's not unconditional
K-I-S-S I'm in distress,
there's nothing left to talk about
You know our love's not unconditional
Low F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y
Do all love songs turn out this way?
Can't you hear me when I say:
"You're in my heart
In my hands
'round my neck"
We move like a carousel
Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes
It's time to let this go
Can't stop spinning
Around, around, around...
K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out

What have you done?
You follow footsteps in the dark
and found your faith
left out behind your father's car.
You said, "there's no one watching over me or over you, it's always out of reach..."
I'm sinking still right into:
Oh my god where are you now?
Fractured lives dissolving
Like sugar in the sacrament
If it was just one night
Then we would be released
Tie these lies between our teeth
Keep tearing open bodies
'Let it bleed'
Tonight
Where have you gone?
Off with the friends you couldn't keep
You mother's arms
Fill up with all the empty needs
So the saints line up to bring her in,
Comfort her and it's always comforting
When they start to sing,
the same old:
'Holy holy, lift up your dress
Feel your body dissolving
Like sugar in the sacrament'
"If it was just one night
Then you could be redeemed
Tie these sins between your teeth,
Make hollow promises we'll never keep tonight."
This is all we've ever known of God.

Surprise, surprise
Everything you know will flash before your eyes
You're frozen with your hands against the glass
I'm seeing bright lights
I'm hearing sharpened knives
I'm praying to a neon sign
As I wait for this severed line to take me
Nobody called
Surprise, surprise
When a sparrow falls, we go about our lives
We're busy counting grains of sand
I follow red birds
I follow lost words
I'll follow you into the dark
We're running for the dead
All the time I wait to see your face
That's what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th
All the time I wait to hear your voice
That's what it all comes down to
At Grand Central Station
All the time I wait to see your face
That's what it all comes down to at 46th and Flint
All the time I wait to hear your voice
That's what it all comes down to
At Willis Point and Shea
Every passing second
I feel it slip away
All of this we used to watch and play
(All of these things we've been)
All around it's clear that I've been changed
(All these things won't change)
This will never end
But every time I think I see a train
It just closed a door
And the subway funeral is underway
Movie starts to play
Watch the thunder of his scream
For a single frame where I know we're still alive
But it fades to the grave
The subway funeral is everywhere
Every night I see your face on a passing train
Every inch of track is a sacred path that I follow
I follow
It's a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven
And you're tied to other end
A needle that's been buried in the hay
But I'll find you, I'll find you
Every night I take a ride
On a subway funeral that never ends
Never gone to say goodbye

steps ascend to a loaded gun. the scent of matches hangs in the air (a lit one flickers out in a hearbeat). we don't want to see this: a flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet case, by the time it hits the ground, he's out of reach. let go. the wolves are closing in. there's no room left to make amends. do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, will burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, it's blood and it's running down the stairs. freeze the frame between the gun shot and the hole it makes. a spinning bullet waits in the middle. there's no way to stop it, it will surely hit the mark. you can try to understand but I'm giving up. the synapse fires, it's right in time. I'm giving up. this should always stay out of reach I ran down the stairs and into the garden, put both my hands into the soil. in the spring, you will bloom, like her heart, through the blouse, in the back of the ambulance, as it turned and turned in the streets (just one more turn won't you come back to me) as it turned on its red lights, you were turning into red roses but I'm not giving up.

In this room I'm sitting by your side.
'Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook.
Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up before you knock me down,
off the summer's edge and drown me.
We're betting on our own lives, making up for all the time we lost.
In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades
(one breath, one step could knock it all down)
but you lead with your eyes and you give it away
(decide, design to cut from the clouds).
When the people you love get lost in the shuffle,
(when you leave, you leave nothing but broken heart)
you let it go and then you fold.
So we stay on the open road.
We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all.
Driving in your car, miss the stop sign, fall in love, just to get knocked out.
Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes.
Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette?

this is what you see when you look in my direction:
incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires.
this is how it feels,
calling out but no one even hears
the signals that we send over the air
over the air
over the air
over the air.
when you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
is this how it feels
when you dont even fit into your own skin?
and its getting tighter,
every day i'm getting smaller
if i keep holding my breath i'm going to disappear.
when you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on.
if i keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away.
if you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck.
changing the shape,
folding like an envelope to keep each other in.
shattered glass, broken looks, and mascara gets
washed away by windshield wiper blades
safe, safe
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say my name),
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (my name)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
that's where we hide

There was a sound, split all the heavens apart
On the northern wind, out in a southern spark
Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
I see myself reflected in broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
Will it ache every time I hear the storm
running behind me?
There were some younger kids
Who followed the tracks that day
It was a passing afternoon
that came and took them away
So we forgot our names
Lying in the tall grass
underneath the billboard dreams
Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
I see myself reflected in broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
Will it ache every time I hear the storm?
It's running all over
It's running all over
It's running all over
It's running all over me.
Running from the rain
See the steam in the distant hills
See the rooftops glitter in the sun
Hear the summer counting down,
Running out, running from the rain
Operator, Operator, did you lose your way
when you got that call your brother made?
You're sick of running and you know it's true
you're coming back,

Ambulance, let me in
Don't make me stay here
Ambulance, hold your breath
We're running short on air
Ambulance, resuscitate
At the edge
You see clearly
I was dead
Now I'm back to life
And love is a fragile thing
We all stand on a bridge
That's been slowly burning down
Ambulance, take me back
To the house I was born in
Ambulance, finish it
Don't wake me up again
Ambulance, resuscitate
At the edge
You see clearly
I was dead
Now I'm back to life
And love is a fragile thing
We all stand on a bridge
That's been slowly burning
Breathe in, breathe out
Resuscitate
We can't go on hearing this
Are we clear
Send a car, take him back
Clear
Just one more time
Breathe in, breathe in
While there's still time
We could be the heartbeat
Of everything nine tenths collapsed
Come back to life
We could be the breath of air
Just get to the lungs of the dying
Can you feel a pulse
It's been stopped for so long
Can you start it
Can you feel a pulse
It's been stopped for so long
Let's restart it
With a gentle hand
With a thousand voices
With a single word
When alone
You see clearly
I would know
Now I want to live and love
All these fragile things
We all stand on a bridge

In the park I sat down withy my love,
and not a thing was wrong.
The sun shone down from above,
and not a thing was wrong.
And I go to where our voices paired,
and leapt from off the stone.
And that's the voice that I still here whenever I sing alone, alone.
Whenever I sing alone.
Not many a thought did I abide,
nor was I help when things went wrong.
At the cemetery by your graveside,
now everything is wrong.
Well I know exactly where I'm going,
And God knows who I adore.
Tho' my prayers did ask to take my pain,
I wish I could've taken yours much more.
Phoenix Park in summertime,
gathering by day and night.
By the hearth in wintertime,

Hold you hand to the fire
And your eyes to the sky
They're just different shades of cellophane
Taped against the lights.
Faulty seams, drawn on plastic leaves
Past and future replicas
Past and future streams
Hold your head underwater
And try to see if you can breathe
Or if you drown in the shallow
depths of your belief
Because somewhere there must be a better place
Here you call to your neighbor
Only to see the track is set and they're
Walking back and forth in a circle
Saying the same words
Making their lips sync
In time with psalms on Sunday mornings
And all their hearts align with pale fire
So call the appear ambulance
To trace the paper cuts
Don't call on me, I'm a plastic reed
Bending in the feigning wind
Of artificial fields
Then you read the paper
Of a woman's early death
And note explaining why she left
It says:
"Somewhere there must be a better place
And it's marked with the fountain I've seen
glowing in my sleep."
And so you want to die and leave this shadow land behind
To eviscerate the truth from the lie
Because somewhere there must be a better place
What we thought was a fountain of life and light
turns out to be a
Mountain crushing down upon us, casting it's shadow
Closing the distance
between us and Babylon
And all our songs
are just the sounds of past and future days
Past of future names

Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day I'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
There is no headline to read at night
When the record skips and you're not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames
Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain
I think it's going to rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain
Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames
The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message
Discard this message
Discard this message
(Burn this city down, down...)
Discard this message
Throw this bottle back in the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain (it's going to rain)
And it never ends
Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain
I think it's going to rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain
(We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day

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.
And no signs from Cinema.
No city skyline.
No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o' clock
Your voice skips as it always did and always will
All these thoughts keep leading back
It's the light from your sunless room
Scattered in pieces all around you.
Recession of these thoughtless forms
Reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death in time
We heard Ian Curtis kill himself again in your bed.
In these 24 hours we stretched into a room filled with "Heart and Soul."
This is the way.
Step inside and march in the procession of empty hearts.
Love has torn us apart.

Then I'll haste to wed a sailor and send him off to sea
For a life of independence is the pleasant life for me
But every now and then I would like to see his face
For it always seems to me to beam with a manly grace
With his brow so nobly open and his dark and kindly eye
Oh my heart beats fondly towards him whenever he is nigh
But when he says goodbye me love I'm off across the sea
First I cry for his departure then I laugh because I'm free
-- Eliza Brock, 18th Century Islander
Oh I'm a man that's handsome, I'm strapping and I'm young
And when I gotta job to do, the job gets fuckin' done
I want a love to keep me happy I want a love that's true
And of all my past endeavors if it's smitten then I'm with you
So I'll put on my buckle and shoe and I'll comb up me hair
And I lighten up my belt and shirt so it's handsome I'll appear
And I'll work both day and night to keep the money rolling in
So I can come back to my love, so I can see you again
Oh to walk the street or countryside whatever I may know
I know that I will be O.K. where ever it is I go
So I'm sorry I don't want children to follow at my feet
I'm happy by myself not chasing kids into the street
Oh I wasn't born for marrying for the game or for the blame
And when my friends do call me I like hearing my own name
But when he says goodbye my dear, I'm off across the sea

They sold the old house
Boarded up the rooms just the way you wanted
They sold your possessions
Gave them all away with the guns
You sing like the wind in the trees at night
You think I'm asleep but I'm awake for it
You think you can hide so easily
That noone ever hears you
And I say love has led us astray
Love won't let us sleep
First we're cut from the cloth in perfect shapes
Then we're tied in a knot and we're left to fray
Can you even see what you're doin to me
You sleep in the leaves and I can't wake you up
You float like a reed in the river bank
If I dive too deep I can't hear you
But everyone else does
And love has led us astray
Love won't let us sleep
And love has led us astray
Love won't let us sleep
And love has led us astray
Love won't let us sleep
And love has led us astray
Love won't let us sleep
Astray, astray, astray
Astray, astray, astray
First we're cut from the cloth in perfect shapes
Then we're tied in a knot and we're left to fray

This is the last time
That you'll ever hear me say:
Last call for a better life
In wedding and cheap champagne.
Last call for a friday night
In bathroom stalls and crowded bar.
Last call. Right before your eyes,
We celebrate our separate lives.
Last Call. Where are you friends?
They're speaking secrets in a silent shout:
Everything we build, it falls apart,
And the architect abandons us.
Last call, when i held you tight,
The dj played cuts from The Knife.
Last call, where we used to meet,
Now we look away and we skip a beat.
Circular Breathing will separate these feelings
with heart attack efficiency,
Erase the figure as it falls.
(Support collapses at the center of this opposition.
This infrastructure calls for circular resuscitation)
The wedding starts
The guests appear
The church bells ringing endlessly
Bride and groom are hand in hand
And everything goes as it's planned:
The parents smile,
The priest chokes up,
The organ plays "Amazing Grace"
And underneath the thin white veil
You can hear them say:
"Last call for the matching hearts
Last call for the yellow birds
Last call for the two of us"
And the people sing

Don't even take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the New Year
The press gives us cause to celebrate:
These air raid sirens
Flood barbed wire skylines
By artificial night,
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives.
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines.
Have we lost everything now?
We're walking
like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
(the sedatives tell you everything
is alright)
Like calendars dying
at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
will be better than the last
Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
Jet Black - the blood that's in your veins
Jet Black - we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Fire to flames
"Strike Match."
Burn these words from our lips
As 'The Daggar' screams
"Love is dead"
and it's a "newspaper tragedy,"
Have we lost what we love?
Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
Stare at the clock
Avoid at all costs,
This emptiness.
Have we lost everything now?
We're walking
like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
(the sedatives tell you everything
is alright)
Like calendars dying
at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
will be better then the last
Have we lost everything now?
We're walking
like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
(the sedatives tell you everything
is alright)
Like calendars dying
at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
this year
Ten seconds left
until midnight
nine chances to drown ourselves
in black hair dye
eight faces turned away
from the shock:
seven windows and six of them
were locked
five stories falling
forever and ever
three cheers to the mirror
now there are two of us
can we have one last dance?
Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
Jet Black - the blood that's in your veins
Jet Black - we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
Jet Black - the blood that's in your veins

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 good-byes.
The substance assimilating to watch the bodies burst into a string of lights.
When there's nothing left, the party crashes
and the rings come out form the jacket pockets into the blinding light.
The fire is dying out and there's nothing left to burn except for ourselves.
The cinema speaks as you take off your clothes and burst in dissimulation.
Just let your body burst into a streak of light.
When there's nothing left, the wedding crashes
and the rings fall off, roll out the bedroom window into the blinding light.
Please someone help me - take away my loneliness.
Please someone fill me - take away my emptiness.
Please someone touch me - take away my longing.
And please someone, please someone...
Please someone show me the light...
Please someone - Take away my sadness.
Please someone kill me - tear me up and throw me away.
And the rings fall out like a silver snowfall into the blinding light.
Just make your body burst into single lines.
When there's nothing left, the heart rate crashes
and the rings fall out as we turn each other into the blinding light.
White night coming down.
Silent armies all around.
Deep sleep covering.
Enemies in clean white sheets.
(The sky went off-white, it snowed for fourteen years.

We'll all look the same someday
And even now the robot starts to think
I wonder what it dreams
The Tide is high on Fourtheeth Street
The rain comes in to clear the heat
The way in is the same way out
the way up is the same way down

It's three o'clock at the end of the day.
It's three o'clock in the morning gray.
I'm alone and I'm very, very worried.
All the bottles of wine have ravaged my mind.
Another day's gone by and I'm worried.
And the night, and the night, it is bitter and short.
For I know that a new day is coming.
Another day, another day, all alone and blue.
But for you I've pursued nothing.
I dropped out of school to dwell on a dream,
And now all that guilt is engulfing me.
I can't concentrate, I'm failing.
Oh, were can she be?
I'm alone and I'm very, very worried.
I know that I've always felt this way.
God, I know that it's always been this way.
Since I was young, I've always felt this way.
Well, do I fuck myself for the consistency?
I know that I have stumbled, and I know I've not been sharp.
And when I'm leaving this world behind,
I won't bring another soul here to fall flat on their face,

Tuesday wakes up silent
And there aren't enough pills to sleep
And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio
It's over
But nothing can change to ever make it right
When you live in a nightmare
It's written all over your face.
And in a short time
You're never the same again
The distance is streamlined
Between decision and defense:
Distorient the senses
Loss of identity
No one to trust
Life runs through this trade
I am no killer
But I still hide my face
In the coming days
I wake up every morning
From the same dream
And then I kill it
But you can't change the letters when the ink dries
I woke up on the sidewalk and everything just changed
Now the lights are blinking but I can't see anything
Everything is falling apart:
Crumpled paper
Crushed tin cans
Broken bottles
Paper scraps
We all look the same
We all look the same

If we run far away do you think we will ever die?
We'll throw these books in the fire
Can you stop the train
Cause it some delay?
The change machine lied
And it's too late to scream
How long is the night?
It's never over
The ribbon was tied
But the card was never read
The ribbon was crimson
The color of the night
Can you see the handwriting on the walls
And on the autumn leaves that fall
"What are we gonna do?"
The trees are giving up on us
The needle and the thread
Won't stitch us to the branch
And the night never ends
I will never sleep again
(I will never even close my eyes)
If the sun is on its way
Then we will never die
And we'll follow these tracks to the sight
Now the lungs collapse
And the air is getting thin
All breath expired
Is too late to heal?
How long is the night?
It's all I ever see anymore
But the day was so bright in the pictures
In the photo album that you gave me
It's all I have to live for
I'm falling down
And you're not here to break my fall
I shut my eyes when you're around
I hold my breath to kill the sound of your voice
I'm falling down.

Go down witch, go down.
For tho' you are my Sister and although you are
my Mother and my Cousin and my lover, go down witch, go down.
For you will not stay in servitude,
your insolence is vile and rude.
You shun the work you're given less my round.
When monogamy is practical for work and socialization,
you will stand to subjugation or go down.
So go down, arawak, down.
Go down, black man, down.
For you are not my Father, or my Uncle
or my Mother, or my Sister or my Brother.
Columbus told Spain there was gold here,
but you've not produced enough.
So we'll send you back as slaves to fund our rounds.
And black man you won't bend, and you incite
the white servants and slaves to riot.
So laws and literature will separate you and keep you down.
So go down, American Nisei, go down
Go down, American Japanese, go down.
World War Two Yanks are sending home
Japanese skulls to their girlfriends.
They've no interest in stopping a racist world power at all.
That's why they're so late in the war,
'till the Japs threatened their Chinese recourse.
No head was sent from one German that went down,
and not one A-bomb was dropped on Europe see.
So go down to Guantanamo, go down.
For although you were our partners, no now you
are not our brothers, or our fathers, or our mothers.
The VP's very own Halliburton.
They reap billions in Oilish benefits.
Different cultures are deemed inferior when profitable,
And if racism is not natural, it's the result of certain conditions.
The fact that laws had to be passed to forbid
relations between blacks and whites shows the

We used to meet every Thursday, Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple a 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 Wheel, oh
One day, she said, "C'mon, c'mon"
She said, "Why don't you come back to my house?"
She said,"My husband's out of town
You know, he's gone till the end of the month"
Well, I was just so nervous, so nervous
You know, I couldn't really quite relax
'Cause I was never really quite sure
When her husband was coming back
It turned out, one of the neighbors, your one of the neighbors
One of the neighbors that saw my car
And they told her, yeah, they told her
They think, they know who you are
Well, her husband, he is a violent man
A very violent and jealous man
Now I have to leave this town
I gotta leave while I still can
We should have kept it every Thursday, Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers
And a game of pool
We should have kept it every Thursday, Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers
And a game of pool

The windows watch me wait for you
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I've seen a world beyond their view
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Of course the night times are the worst
Of course I burn with an evil burst
You exist so I am cursed
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
The world will think I never had
an idea that could drive me mad
I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
then burn all good away
I weed my house, I wash my trees
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I cross my legs in front of me
Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I tingle at the thought of you
Is this what the humans do?
My childish words just don't ring true
See ya later, great dictator
In a while, [nadaphile?]I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
Well, unless I am misleading you
You shine me up and make me new
I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
and wish I never did say
I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
It's such a lot of fun
to watch the liar I've become
but I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
and burn all good away
Ahh....dream of this, my lover
Ahh....dream of this, my lover
I am your lover now

(Street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and Mother
in the kitchen)
MOTHER: Eh, back so soon? 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!
You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!
(Door opens and closes)
MOTHER: Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your
father! (Voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding)
BOSS: Yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...Hello? Hello? Pick up the phone! Where
the fuck are you? What's the matter, you just decided not to come to work
today? What the fuck is wrong with you? Ya fuckin' lowlife! Hey, you know
what? Don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and
your shit. That's it, you're fired. You understand me? Fired. Don't come
back here, fuck you, and goodbye. (Silence on machine; sound of cigarette
lighter; beep)
MRS. GLICKER: Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. I'm calling to reach you about,
to let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because
you are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. Be
in my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this
matter further. Thank you. Bye. (Phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off
machine)

Hands up Charlie and-uh...
Now if you're tired or a bit run down,
Can't seem to getcha feet off the ground,
Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L.S.D.
Only if you want to
Shake your head and rattle your brain,
Make you act just a bit insane,
Give you all the psychic energy you need
Eat flowers and kiss babies
L.S.D.
For you and me!
Some people,
They find each other.
I found you,
I found you,
I found you.
I found you,
I found you,

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, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday
Sunday but on thursday, make sure you are thirsty
Ohhhh on thursday, baby get ready ohhh on thursday
Woaahoooh hold it ohh on thursday, just wait on thursday,
Baby only thursday
Can I try? can I try?
I've been here for too long
Baby don't cry
When are you calling again?
But it's not thursday, baby why you calling?
Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday
Sunday but on thursday thursday
Not on monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday
Sunday but on thursday, make sure you are thirsty
Ohhhh on thursday, baby get ready ohhh on thursday
Woaahoooh hold it ohh on thursday, just wait on thursday,
Baby only thursday

shadows fall over this small town tonight
snuffing out the remains of the evening light
my mind is clouded - with the events of the day
why is life torturing me this way?
i keep running it back - running it back through my mind
but what do i get - what do i expect to find
my eyes drop to the floor - and every step i take forward
seems so unsure
so scream out...
crying to a world that does not care
i'm reaching through the black - and finding nothing there
i never felt so all alone - and so cramped all at once
trying to forget about a world
that turned up it's nose and passed me by
sleep washes over this tired soul
can't help but let this night
swallow me whole
awake to find - the sun staring down

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 let it all fall apart
Nothing'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 must I refrain
Now that I need you
The autumn wind feels
As if it were you
And swayed through the fields
Where I once held you
It seems you lost your way
You've let it all fall apart
Nothing'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
Whistle through your window
We act the same as you
Whistle through your window

Another cloudy Thursday
And nothing's on my mind
I wished the rain would go out
And something caught my eye
And then a flood of memories
Start pouring once again
Seeing you across this crowded room
Makes me remember when
So here I go again
Cause every time I see your face
It takes me back to a place where
We were together
With all of you and all of me
And all our love is all we needed
To stay forever
And what I'm dreaming of
And seeing you, is seeing me, in love
Remembering that Thursday
A day just like today
Watching as you walked out of my life
And took my heart away
And all I have are memories
Love frozen in time
The photographs of you still loving me forever in my mind
I cant leave the past behind
Cause every time I see your face
It takes me back to a place where
We were together
With all of you and all of me
And all our love is all we needed
To stay forever
And what I'm dreaming of
And seeing you, is seeing me, in love
And if I never feel your touch
How will you know that I still love you so much
Cause every time I see your face
It takes me back to a place where
We were together
With all of you and all of me
And all our love is all we needed
To stay forever
And what I'm dreaming of
And seeing you, is seeing me

It's warm for November
It looks like rain
She drives the interstate
Stays in the slow lane
She's got two babies in the back
Got huggies in the front
There's no space to sit
'Cause it's full of baby junk
She grew up in Dallas
Had a baby real young
Then what's-his-name left when she had another one
She says "I got these babies
They got all these names
I hurt inside"
And then it starts to rain
It's a Thursday morning
She feels all alone
got a hole inside
It's like a country song
But it feels a lot sadder than what the radio plays
So she pulls off in Waco for some cokes and fries
She idles in the drive when the babies start to cry
She starts to cry when she hears "Daddy gone"
Girl in the window says, "Man there's something wrong"
It's a Thursday morning
She feels all alone
Got a hole inside
It's like a country song
But feels lot sadder than what the radio plays
There's a parking lot in Waco
She sees things clear
Got a backseat full of babies
Got a frosty full of tears
Then the babies quit crying
The rain lets up
She's up to on-ramp
Behind a long haul truck
It's warm for November
It looks like rain
She drives the interstate
Stays in the slow lane
It's warm for November
Looks like rain
She drives
Monday's child is fair of faith
Tuesday's child she's full of grace
Wednesday's child she's full of woe

If there’s no hope inside of me, then why not destroy my reality?
Philosopher, you genius, answer me,
If I’m gonna die anyway, then why not take you with me?
You told me, since I was a little child, not to play with fire,
Just hold me and tell me I’m alright,
Someone please just stay awhile.
And now I’m doing time in a flesh paradigm,
No significance for me you see,
My mind, my thoughts, they waste away, far away,
Is there no God at home in the universe?
An empty soul; I cannot see my way another day,
Love for me is torture just the same,
Why is my soul so very angry all the time?
The darkness falls and I’m going down tonight.
Can’t take this pain no more,
I’m gonna shoot it all down. (shoot it all down)
And now I’ll prove to them I’m someone real,
If I can’t have my way I’ll send you to an early grave,
‘Cause Thursday’s the last… Thursday’s the last of me.
Me, all mine, it’s mine, for me – can’t you see?
I have no reason why I should not euthanasia me,
Destroy, tear down and burn; not just me, but my family,
If there’s no God in heaven, then why pretend love is anything?
If I can’t have my way I’ll send you to an early grave,
And then I’ll prove to you I’m someone real,
I hurt so bad inside; I’ll check out for an early ride,
‘Cause Thursday’s the last, Thursday’s the last,
Thursday’s the last.
I’m alive without sight and no dream,
Jesus, please,
God, without you I am nothing.
If I can see the way tomorrow brings another day,
For God has proved to me He’s someone real,
I hurt so bad inside, I almost gave it up and died,
Thursday’s a chance, it’s not the last,