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This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb Thursday Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? In Transmission Thursday 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. Asleep in the Chapel Thursday Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next to the rosary you count falling asleep And we're praying These Telegraph Avenue Kiss Thursday She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turn the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With melody that ring in Love Bomb Kevin Sharp Love Bomb (Robert Ellis Orrall/Angelo) Met her on Monday down at the Blue Star Where we all hang out I picked her up at work Tuesday afternoon That night we were rocking the town Wednesday, Thursday Nicotine Bomb Mission Of Burma Going to the dance like the doctor said Vertical expression, horizontal desire Gonna take a chance, take your pick of meds Falling off of this world together I can smell their footprints in the woods At This Velocity Thursday Our names are x and n We have no value in these calculations Placed on a plane pointed straight down Traveling at five hundred feet per second Five thousand feet from the ground How long will it The Bomb Potty Mouth I've found a place where the trees have the coolest shade I've a need to for hiding when the world is prying 'cause I dropped a bomb and the bomb was me I dropped a bomb and the bomb was me Some of you War All the Time Thursday war all of the time in the shadow of the new york skyline we grew up to fast falling apart like the ashes of american flags and were blowing in the wind we dont know, where to land so we kiss like Inside Out Thursday A little sympathy for you to waste on me I know you're faking it but that's okay And I don't want to drag it out Don't want to bring you down I never wanted it to end this way Even if I wanted to For the Workforce, Drowning Thursday Falling from this hassle you fly still like parachutes windows go rushing by people inside dressed for the funeral in black and white these ties strangle our necks hanging in the closet found in the A Hole In The World Thursday 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. Ian Curtis Thursday We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts keep leading back to him. Thursday Life Of Agony 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! Streaks In The Sky Thursday It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car. It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind. Forget tomorrow side with the open road. Mass As Shadows Thursday Mass as Shadows You know it sounds better in the long run where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word Porch Notes Studio Thursday Notebook open, page turned wide Lazy thoughts I never hide Sunlight dancing through my tea This is all the day needs to be I hum a line, I tap a beat Scribble moments, small and sweet Porch notes, floating Thursday The Futureheads It's twenty-four years since we've had this curse So find it in your hearts to put to you You should feel like it's all okay But everyday it still feels like a Thursday You should feel like it's all okay Bright Side Up Studio Thursday up, that’s my plan Take it slow, but here I stand No big speech, no perfect song Just a beat I walk along Bright side up, watch me go With a breeze that’s soft and low Even if the path’s not straight I Bubble Song Studio Thursday You said nothing, just a grin Blew a bubble on your chin Watched it float, then disappear Left a giggle in the air Some things don’t need to stay They just make you light that way Bubble song, rise and Standing On The Edge Of Summer Thursday In this room, sitting by your side Cause it rains for hours and the phone is off its hook Standing on the edge casting lights to set me up Before you knock me down Summers edge and drown me Betting Thursday Morphine We used to meet every Thursday Thursday Thursday in the afternoon For a couple of beers and a game of pool We used to go to a motel a motel A motel across the street And the name of the motel was the Wagon Taking Inventory Of A Frozen Lake Thursday It's a list of names with no ending Just kept focusing on the sound of my voice Dip your pen into the water Watch the ink as it escapes its life Can you relate? The Other Side Of The Crash/Over And Out Of (Control) Thursday The lights go down, outside Before our cars collide And so we silhouette ourselves For these shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? The Lovesong Writer Thursday 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 JERSEY THURSDAY Donovan In the tiny piece of coloured glass my love was born <Interludde> And reds and golds and yellows were the colours in the dawn <Interludde> Night brought on its purple cloak of velvet The Weekend Song Alanis Morissette The Weekend Song Written by Alanis Morissette, Nick Lashley, Jesse Tobias, Chris Chaney, and Taylor Hawkins on tour (Can't Not - 1996) (I've a feeling that these lyrics might be a little inaccurate Running From The Rain Thursday There was a sound Split all the heavens apart In on the northern view Out on the southern spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected Perfect By Thursday Kendall Payne Good week I′ve got Gonna see him once again Been working out, reading up Be all smart and slim Who′d knew I′d be this anxious Who′d have guessed this horrid fate? Steps Ascending Thursday Steps ascend to a loaded gun the scent of matches hangs in the air a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat we dont want to see this a flash of light thats letting go of an empty bullet case but by the