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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came we hid the truth beneath our skin but our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tired to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead and when we couldn't stop the bleeding we held our hearts over the flame we couldn't help but call it treason after that we couldn't fill our frames after that our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead in summers past we'd challenge fate with higher pitch and perfect aim and standing fast, we'd radiate a light we loved but never named but the answers never came and our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead a ghost of everything we though but never said we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the ones who lost our faith we dug ourselves an early grave we are the dead, can we be saved? |
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one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came we hid the truth beneath our skin but our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tired to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead and when we couldn't stop the bleeding we held our hearts over the flame we couldn't help but call it treason after that we couldn't fill our frames after that our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead in summers past we'd challenge fate with higher pitch and perfect aim and standing fast, we'd radiate a light we loved but never named but the answers never came and our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead a ghost of everything we though but never said we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the ones who lost our faith we dug ourselves an early grave we are the dead, can we be saved? |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
Our life’s built of tin
cans and string But the cornerstone laid is a wondrous and beautiful thing sure in the ground And while the North wind has taken its toll you have helped me to find my way back and to anchor my soul safe in the sound O you know me O and I know you and I know that we can see this through I bragged of baring my bones said if we heard the howling I'd run out to face it alone to meet it half way But I've still got badges to earn so keep sifting my soul ‘cause I think that I'm starting to learn to love you that way O you know me O and I know you and I know that we can see this through And it's true that you could snap my neck but I trust you'll save my life instead ‘cause our love is a loyalty sworn If we hold to our hope then I know we can weather the storm whatever they say Come what may O you know me O and I know you and I know that we can see this through |
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The Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger And I realize that empty words are not enough I'm left here with the question of just What have I to show except the promises I never kept? I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets I hope that I will never let you down I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it Rhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of always talking when there's no change I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
I was always one of the righteous
Never lived outside of the lines Kept a close watch on the white wash Disguising the dead bones inside Disguising the dead bones inside I was always one the good ones Keeping tabs on everyone else Sure that I was One of the chosen I was a child of hell I was a child of hell But you buried me in the bright light Yeah you held my eyes to the sun till I could see that That I was worse than I ever feared I could be But somehow I was loved more than I ever dared to believe Because of you I was always one of the blameless Or at least that's what I believed I never thought I could have been blinded Until I could no longer see Until I could no longer see But you buried me in the bright light Yeah you held my eyes to the sun till I could see That I was worse than I ever feared I could be But somehow I was loved more than I ever dared to believe you show me I was worse than I ever feared I could be But somehow I was loved more than I ever dared to believe Because of you |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
Blood Clots and Black Holes - Thrice
Here's your new drug shoot it in the left eye feel it on the right side no it's not love though it sets up shop behind your ribcage building blood clots and black holes like using an axe to pull a sliver from your skin And they say this is medicine an overdose of oxygen a severed head as sedative to be at peace would be a sin and surely un-american I'm breaking Here's your new blood transfusion took us all night tell us that you're all right no it's not love though feels like fire inside of your veins burning right beneath the wrist begging for a razor's kiss to free it from your skin And they say this is medicine an overdose of oxygen a severed head as sedative to be at peace would be a sin and surely unamerican I'm breaking down Down!..down!..down!.. I'm breaking down Lift the veil, it's not medicine and my heart fails, time and time again |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
The shutter opens never closes
I am lost waylaid in light trails Endless moments overlaid and burned across A melee of scattered braille This image is a night terror transforming Without the hope of morning My nemesis I feel it coming for me and it means to destroy me Why does this keep happening I try to close my eyes but I can't blink And the world keeps moving on black and white blur into one Hieroglyphic indecipherable opaque the meaning escapes me Dry and lidless are my eyes Asleep awake reading the slurred debris This image is a night terror transforming Without the hope of morning My nemesis I feel it coming for me and it means to destroy me Why does this keep happening I try to close my eyes but I can't blink And the world keeps moving on black and white blur into Why does this keep happening I try to close my eyes but I can't blink And the world keeps moving on black and white blur into one |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
A coin tossed into the
air will come down It will come down somewhere Your life is a coin in the air It will come down it will come down somewhere Every coin does ring Every coin will fall Stop your wavering Now's the time so call it out A coin in the air it will come down It will come down somewhere Every coin does ring Every coin will fall Stop your wavering Now's the time so call it in the air You have to choose And what you stand to lose you've been putting up all of your life Call it in my hand Only one way to see what the outcome will be Call it out before we lose the light No more stalling no delay You must call it out by light of day Every coin does ring Every coin will fall Stop your wavering Now's the time so call it in the air You have to choose And what you stand to lose you've been putting up all of your life Call it in my hand Only one way to see what the outcome will be Call it out before we lose the light So heads or tails There's nothing for it so put an end to your sidestepping Is it heads or tails You can't ignore it You stand to win or lose everything Heads or tails let's put an end to your sidestepping Heads or tails You stand to win or lose everything |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
Cut these thorns and kick these stones, and keep those birds at bay.
Plant deep and dark, and help my heart receive the words you say. The words you say are somehow lost on me, they die on deafened ears; when you open - Up your mouth to speak I hear but I can't hear the words you say. Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone, wind and sound, awake my old dry bones. Help my heart perceive the light of day. I stumble through a darkened vale, with a veil - Cast over me and cataracts, all is black. O, I see but I can't see the light of day. I'll fight or run to keep from going under the knife; don't let me slip away. 'Cause though the blade is sharp, I know you're saving my life; don't let me slip away. |
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from Thrice - If We Could Only See Us Now(Cd+Dvd) (2005)
Cold Cash And Colder Hearts
by Thrice they are sick, they are poor and they die by the thousands and we look away they are wolves at the door they are not going to move us or get in our way cause we don't have the time here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold different god, darker skin they are just not a burden that we'd like to bear they are living in sin just throw out any reason for us not to care cause we're feeling alright here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we've learned that money matters most so we keep our cards held close here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold we learned what matters most so we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where they are not our problem not worth saving nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where |
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from Thrice - Live At The House Of Blues[2CD+DVD] (2009)
Cold Cash And Colder Hearts
by Thrice they are sick, they are poor and they die by the thousands and we look away they are wolves at the door they are not going to move us or get in our way cause we don't have the time here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold different god, darker skin they are just not a burden that we'd like to bear they are living in sin just throw out any reason for us not to care cause we're feeling alright here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we've learned that money matters most so we keep our cards held close here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold we learned what matters most so we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where they are not our problem not worth saving nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
We were sons of insurrection, doomed to face the dark alone. 'Till vicarious perfection, dearly won, was made our own.
So where's your landslide, where's your victory? Tell me now, where's your sting? Unassailable you waited, the great enemy of man, 'till your awful jaws were sated, and we were ransomed from your hand. Now that you have been disarmed, we will cross over unharmed. |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
Paint the target
We don't need no evidence Flood the market We do it all in self defense You're a smart kid Never work without your gloves If you're a smart kid You'll stay the hell away from love And if it comes to murder Don't tell and we won't ask you how You sleep at night when the lights go out And you're all alone With all the ghosts of lesser humans Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own Sit and think of All the dollars and the cents And your blue blood You'll see it all makes perfect sense Drink from this cup A better life awaits us all You're one of us Remember conscience comes before the fall Your actions all are justified Your actions all are justified And if it comes to murder Don't tell and we won't ask you how You sleep at night when the lights go out And you're all alone With all the ghosts of lesser humans Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own But don't we all bleed red blood? Don't we all bleed red blood? |
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from Thrice - Live At The House Of Blues[2CD+DVD] (2009)
Paint the target
We don't need no evidence Flood the market We do it all in self defense You're a smart kid Never work without your gloves If you're a smart kid You'll stay the hell away from love And if it comes to murder Don't tell and we won't ask you how You sleep at night when the lights go out And you're all alone With all the ghosts of lesser humans Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own Sit and think of All the dollars and the cents And your blue blood You'll see it all makes perfect sense Drink from this cup A better life awaits us all You're one of us Remember conscience comes before the fall Your actions all are justified Your actions all are justified And if it comes to murder Don't tell and we won't ask you how You sleep at night when the lights go out And you're all alone With all the ghosts of lesser humans Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own But don't we all bleed red blood? Don't we all bleed red blood? |
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from Thrice - Live At The House Of Blues[2CD+DVD] (2009)
I know one day, all our scars will disappear,
like the stars at dawn and all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends on that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right all of our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight but until then all of our scars will still remain, but we've learned that if we'll open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends we must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as we live we must open up these wounds when some one stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood there's no greater love. we must open up our wounds |
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from Thrice - Live At The House Of Blues[2CD+DVD] (2009)
how can you be sleeping, waves like weapons crash
o'er us, cry for mercy and hold fast hope.. who of us is cursed, or do we have to ask search your souls and hold fast if no one speaks a word, then let the lots be cast truth be told and hold fast white death wakes in black skies, mark your maker's wrath fear and flames of azure climb the crooked the mast you will yet be baptized, steeped in shattered glass sink and sing your answer and hold fast hope as strong arms grip your shoulders like dead hands of the past pray as you're tossed over, this breath could be your last quiet and cold, silent and slow night black as coal, miles here below find your faith and dive deep, through living gateways pass lined with death and ivory, and hold fast, hold fast deep beneath the black dawn, leagues from lightning's flash ribs will raise cathedrals for the morning mass steel yourself in sackcloth, roll your heart in ash scrape your skin with steel wool and hold fast hope cross your heart and hold fast hope |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
Hoods on Peregrine - Thrice
the blue light spills like oceans we smile and let it in it cures us of our questions like hoods on peregrine knowledge locked in a tower barons will hold the key but if knowledge is power, know this is tyranny all we're asking for is what's ours you think they're selling you truth, truth is, they're selling you out truth is, they're selling you out the black ink fuels our notions that all the facts are in it cures us of our questions like hoods on peregrine knowledge locked in a tower barons will hold the key but if knowledge is power, know this is tyranny all we're asking for is what's ours you think they're selling you truth but they're just selling you and if we keep buying in the line between lies and truth will wear paper thin, paper thin you think they're selling you truth, the truth is, they're selling you out |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
I've seen his ragged shoes
The soles are worn straight through Well I proclaimed The king has sang the blues If you've got better news Then make it play He laid aside his crown All our crimes he carried Was lifted from the ground With our burdens buried Listen to me Though I speak of sober things Listen through me Though we're men of lips unclean I speak truly What you only think you've heard Everything Everything Everything hangs on a word Sparing no expense He made recompense For all the earth The story's an offense So get down from that fence And bless or curse He laid aside his crown All our crimes he carried Was lifted from the ground With our burdens buried The shadows all had flown In the light diminished He emptied out his lungs Crying it is finished Listen to me Though I speak of sober things Listen through me Though we're men of lips unclean I speak truly What you only think you've heard Everything Everything Everything hangs on a word A word The shadows all had flown In the light diminished He emptied out his lungs Crying it is finished Listen to me Though I speak of sober things Listen through me Though we're men of lips unclean I speak truly What you only think you've heard Everything Everything Everything hangs on a word |
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from Thrice - Live At The House Of Blues[2CD+DVD] (2009)
the towers that shoulder your pride
the words you've written in stone sand will cover them, sand will cover you the streets that suffer your name your very flesh and your bones sand will cover them, sand will cover you so put your faith in more than steel don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal pull the fangs from out your heel we live in but a shadow of the real step out from time, see the dust of nations step out from time, hear the stars ovation saturn will not sleep, until the sand has made us clean still we stack our stones and bury what we can but it all will be undone, and nothing built under the sun will ever stand before the endless march of sand so put your faith in more than steel don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal pull the fangs from out your heel we live in but a shadow of the real so put your faith in more than steel don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal pull the fangs from out your heel we live in but a shadow of the real |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
Paper Tigers - Thrice
They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound) as it all comes crashing down (as it all comes crashing down) [x2] They preach to the choir, Always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their perfect, shatterproof spires They light the world on fire, just to watch it burn it'll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn [x2] Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound), as it all comes crashing down (as it all comes crashing down) [x2] And we paid the price, we paid for their crimes with our blood, with our blood, with our blood, with our blood Paid with our blood and our lives, with our blood and our lives, with our blood and our lives with our blood and our lives, with our blood and our lives.... |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
O we promise pretty things
And we pledge with diamond rings We profess undying love But does that word hold any weight When we reserve the right to break Any vow that draws our blood Our word is so faint and feeble Broken by the slightest breeze or breath Our hearts are they're so deceitful Sick and filled with lies That lead to death We are cowards and thieves Will we never turn to grieve The damage done Never see Never quake with rage At what we have become What we have become Yeah we get down on we knee O we play at chivalry But we do not count the cost We say On Me you can depend And I will be there 'till the end Though we will not bear the cross Our word is so faint and feeble Broken by the slightest breeze or breath Our hearts are they're so deceitful Sick and filled with lies That lead to death We are cowards and thieves Will we never turn to grieve The damage done Never see Never quake with rage At what we have become What we have become Cowards and thieves Will we never turn to grieve The damage done Never see Never quake with rage At what we have become What we have become Cowards and thieves Will we never turn to grieve The damage done Never see Never quake with rage At what we have become What we have become |
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I know what lies beneath, I've seen the flash of teeth.
Conspiring with the reef to sink our ship. The wind's a cheating wife, her tongue a thirsty knife. And she could take your life with one good kiss. Can you see the sky turn red? As morning's light breaks over me, Know tonight we'll make our bed at the bottom of the sea. I know the ocean speaks, I've heard her call to me. And smiling in my dreams she whispers this (The stars retreat behind their veil. The clouds are clinging to your sail. The storm is coming can you see?) Look and see the sky turn red. Like blood it covers over me. And soon the sea shall give up her dead. We'll raise an empire from the bottom of the sea |
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Do you believe in heaven above?
Do you believe in love? Don't tell a lie, Don't be false or untrue, It all comes back to you Open fire on my burning heart I've never been lucky in love My defenses are down, A kiss or a frown I can't survive on my own. If a girl walks in and carves her name in my heart, I'll turn and run away Everyday we've all been led astray, It's hard to be lucky in love. It gets in your eyes, It's making you cry Don't know what to do Don't know what to do You're looking for love, Calling heaven above... Send me an angel, Send me an angel... Right now, Right now... Send me an angel, Send me an angel... Right now, Right now... Empty dreams can only disappoint, In a room behind your smile But don't give up Don't give up You can be lucky in love It gets in your eyes, It's making you cry Don't know what to do Don't know what to do You're looking for love, Calling heaven above... Send me an angel, Send me an angel... Right now, Right now... Send me an angel, Send me an angel... Right now, Right now... (guitar solo) ( ) |
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Silhouette
by Thrice Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, seamless and sure. They leave me broken and, in need of a cure. Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, sifting my soul. They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal. They lace me along, Giving synapse of white lines. Then chasing the dawn, Story book syntax. Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette lies. And your eyes, speaking in tongues. Vigilant still, filling my lungs. Testing my will. They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding. Your eyes, resting in flame, Leaven me breathless again. Like hydrogen spread on fault lines. Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon. Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette lies. Your eyes, Your eyes. Speaking in tongues. Vigilant still, lead our way. Filling my lungs. Testing my will. You slit the throat, of I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette Lies. You slit my throat. Because I know, That this life, is a lie. So slit my throat. |
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Silhouette
by Thrice Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, seamless and sure. They leave me broken and, in need of a cure. Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, sifting my soul. They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal. They lace me along, Giving synapse of white lines. Then chasing the dawn, Story book syntax. Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette lies. And your eyes, speaking in tongues. Vigilant still, filling my lungs. Testing my will. They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding. Your eyes, resting in flame, Leaven me breathless again. Like hydrogen spread on fault lines. Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon. Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette lies. Your eyes, Your eyes. Speaking in tongues. Vigilant still, lead our way. Filling my lungs. Testing my will. You slit the throat, of I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette Lies. You slit my throat. Because I know, That this life, is a lie. So slit my throat. |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
Stare At The Sun
by Thrice I sit here clutching uselessness keys from doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls tear into the history show me what it means to me in this world, yeah in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind seen the parts but not the whole studied saints and scholars both And no perfect plan unfolds do I trust my heart or just my mind why is truth so hard to find, in this world, yea in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind know that there're a point I've missed father stone I haven't kissed a sky that never graced my wrist a mirror hasn't left my fist but I can't help Feeling like I'm feeling like I'm due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I wont close my eyes due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes |
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from Thrice - If We Could Only See Us Now(Cd+Dvd) (2005)
Stare At The Sun
by Thrice I sit here clutching uselessness keys from doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls tear into the history show me what it means to me in this world, yeah in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind seen the parts but not the whole studied saints and scholars both And no perfect plan unfolds do I trust my heart or just my mind why is truth so hard to find, in this world, yea in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind know that there're a point I've missed father stone I haven't kissed a sky that never graced my wrist a mirror hasn't left my fist but I can't help Feeling like I'm feeling like I'm due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I wont close my eyes due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes |
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from Thrice - Live At The House Of Blues[2CD+DVD] (2009)
Stare At The Sun
by Thrice I sit here clutching uselessness keys from doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls tear into the history show me what it means to me in this world, yeah in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind seen the parts but not the whole studied saints and scholars both And no perfect plan unfolds do I trust my heart or just my mind why is truth so hard to find, in this world, yea in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind know that there're a point I've missed father stone I haven't kissed a sky that never graced my wrist a mirror hasn't left my fist but I can't help Feeling like I'm feeling like I'm due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I wont close my eyes due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes |
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from Thrice - If We Could Only See Us Now(Cd+Dvd) (2005)
Oh that I could scream.
And the world would stop and listen, And these scars could speak in volume. But who has ears to hear. Or eyes to see. Again I scream. But my voice is buried in an unearthly silence. Like in nightmares when ghost steal your breath. I pray that power be not in my words But in truth that supercedes the mind of man. In our dead hope and our blind faith in means That look to justify the ends. I feel a presence in the room. I feel cold fingers close around my neck. Without you I am lost. Let my eyes not fail with looking upward. |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
wake up everyone! It's not too late
to save the remnants of our hearts, so stop giving up our last shot at love, our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood we laugh at honor and are shocked to find knives in our backs we follow those who cheat and steal men without chests are making a comeback our only compass smashed under our own heels reason abandoned to appetites and addicts arms shotguns and silence have always been the best of charms wake up everyone! it's not too late to save the remnants of our hearts, so stop giving up our last shot at love, our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood we laugh at honor and are shocked to find knives in our backs we champion those who cheat and steal men without chests are making a comeback our only compass smashed under our own heels, under our iron will the abolition of man is within the reach of science but are we so far gone that we'll try it? |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone now i lay here Owing my life to a stranger and i realize that empty words are not enough i큟 left here with the question of just what have i to show except the promises i never kept? i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound look around and you큞l see that at times it feels like no one really cares it gets me down but i큟 still gonna try to do what큦 right, i know that there큦 a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have there큦 a line drawn in the sand, i큟 working up the will to cross it i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead i큟 sick of always talking when there큦 no change rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead i큟 sick of empty words, let큦 lead and not follow late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound |
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from Thrice - If We Could Only See Us Now(Cd+Dvd) (2005)
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone now i lay here Owing my life to a stranger and i realize that empty words are not enough i큟 left here with the question of just what have i to show except the promises i never kept? i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound look around and you큞l see that at times it feels like no one really cares it gets me down but i큟 still gonna try to do what큦 right, i know that there큦 a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have there큦 a line drawn in the sand, i큟 working up the will to cross it i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead i큟 sick of always talking when there큦 no change rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead i큟 sick of empty words, let큦 lead and not follow late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
I've waited for this moment All my life and more And now i see so clearly What i could not see before. The time is now or never This chance won't come again Throw caution and myself to the wind. There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings But im willing to find out what impossible means. A leap of faith. Parody of an angel Miles above the sea I hear the voice of reason Screaming up to me "You've flown far too high boy now you're too close to the sun, Soon your makeshift wings will come undone" But how will I know limits from lies if i never try? Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings But im willing to find out what impossible means. Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me. Nothing to me Nothing to me I will touch the sun or I will die trying. Die Trying. Fly on these secondhand wings Willing to find out what impossible means Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me Nothing to me Means nothing to me Miles above the sea. |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
All my life, I've been treading paper in the space between the words.
And there implied is that I'm but another body for the birds, carrion, absurd and accidental atoms - Beating air, carrying on; unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair. But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain if something's wrong with me - Or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains. Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade, That each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away. If anything means anything, There must be something meant for us to be, a song that we were made to sing. There must be so much more than we can see. But all our lives, we've been treading paper in the space between the words. And there implied's the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds, carrion. They say that we're just accidental atoms beating air, carrying on and on, Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair. But our hearts tell a different story; our hands feel a different pulse. Something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive; numinous, higher than - Our hearts can rise, transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach; imminent, closer than the air we breathe. |
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from Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance (2003)
Under a Killing Moon - Thrice
the air my lungs first loved carves craters from my eyes they said "breathe deeply son or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night and heaven's shutting gate pray keep your tongue held tight or suffer the same fate the blood on our black gloves it is none of your concern if you want to call our bluff get in line and wait your turn and watch the witches burn" Don't flinch when innocents are dancing with the flame if they wanted to live they'd learn to play the game You can still walk away if you just hold your tongue if you'd just walk away you'd live to see the sun but" Under this killing moon under this burning sky the fire's shining groom I hold my breath and close my eyes "The blood on our black gloves it is none of your concern if you want to call our bluff get in line and wait your turn and watch the witches burn we'll watch the witches burn" |
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from Resident Evil: Apocalypse: Music from and Inspired by The Original Motion Picture (레지던트 이블 2) [omnibus, ost] (2004)
Under a Killing Moon - Thrice
the air my lungs first loved carves craters from my eyes they said "breathe deeply son or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night and heaven's shutting gate pray keep your tongue held tight or suffer the same fate the blood on our black gloves it is none of your concern if you want to call our bluff get in line and wait your turn and watch the witches burn" Don't flinch when innocents are dancing with the flame if they wanted to live they'd learn to play the game You can still walk away if you just hold your tongue if you'd just walk away you'd live to see the sun but" Under this killing moon under this burning sky the fire's shining groom I hold my breath and close my eyes "The blood on our black gloves it is none of your concern if you want to call our bluff get in line and wait your turn and watch the witches burn we'll watch the witches burn" |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
Standing knee deep in cold
water swiftly moving somehow I knew I'd lost something Wading waist deep I saw a book there in the river waiting for me to find it there I tried to read it neck deep treading water but the tide it pulled me out to sea Then with water in my eyes the words began to rise from their place They were beautiful and dread I reached for them and fed on each phrase They were honey on my lips but then a bitter twist in my side I knew they'd lay me in my grave Is there no one who can save me I cried Sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence shadows stirring in the gloom What things that lay sleeping down deep in the darkness woke then to find me in that tomb Then with water in my eyes the words began to rise from their place They were beautiful and dread I reached for them and fed on each phrase They were honey on my lips but then a bitter twist in my side I knew they'd lay me in my grave Is there no one who can save me I cried And when I lost all hope to look someone took that heavy book From my hands all its weight they set aside after they had satisfied its demands I felt white and black reverse and the lifting a curse from my heart Then like one receiving sight I beheld a brilliant light in the dark |
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from Thrice - Major/Minor (2011)
You were built for blessing
But you only make them bleed You don’t care you don’t care And bruises are but shadows Of the blackness that you breed But you don’t care you don’t care The light that's left inside their eyes is darkened day by day But you don’t care you don’t care Your presence pulls the color From the world til all is grey But you don’t care you don’t you don’t you don’t you don't You're less than half a man Yellow belly and crimson hands You will one day reap your reckoning Maybe then you’ll understand Hands are made to comfort But they only conjure fear But you don’t care you don’t care She’s in the closet praying Lord please get me out of here You don’t care you don’t you don’t you don’t you don’t You're less than half a man Yellow belly and crimson hands You will one day reap your reckoning Maybe then you’ll understand You're less than half a man Yellow belly and crimson hands You will one day reap your reckoning Maybe then you’ll understand What mercy have they known From you from you To ask that it be shown To you to you What mercy have they known From you from you To ask that it be shown To you to you |
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