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The Thermals
The Thermals


Background information
Origin Portland, Oregon, United States
Genre(s) Indie Punk
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Kill Rock Stars
Sub Pop
Associated acts All Girl Summer Fun Band
Website Website
Members
Hutch Harris
Kathy Foster
Westin Glass
Former members
Jordan Hudson
Ben Barnett
Caitlin Love
Lorin Coleman
Joel Burrows



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The Thermals Album


No Culture Icons (2003)
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Hardly art, hardly starving
Hardly art, hardly garbage
Hardly art, hardly starving
Hardly art, hardly garbage

More coloured liquid
No scent, no skin
More stained paper
More parts per million

No new deafness
No self reference
No cults and
No false stands

No one ideal
Know what I feel
No two the same
Know two with the same name

Hardly art, hardly starving
Hardly art, hardly garbage
Hardly art, hardly starving
Hardly art, hardly garbage

More coloured liquid
No scent, no skin
More stained paper
More parts per million

No new deafness
No self reference
No getting psyched on
No culture icons

No one ideal
Know what I feel
No two the same
Know two with the same name

No one ideal
Know what I feel
Oh, oh, oh

Hardly art, hardly starving
Hardly art, hardly garbage
Hardly art, hardly starving
Hardly art, hardly garbage

More coloured liquid
No scent, no skin
More stained paper
More parts per million

No new deafness
No self reference
No getting psyched on
No culture icons

No one ideal
Know what I feel
No two the same
Know two with the same name

Eyes so deep
You'd never see through
I can't fucking stop
Thinking about you

. . .


Every call you never made
Every call you waited for, it never came
Every ancient sound that's passed to your ears
In an endless supply of ones and zeros

Every sun you never saw
Every sun you said didn't make it at all
Oh, the futuristic landscape shaped like today
But just a few days later

I can feel it as one
I can feel it in the thunder

Too many words in a day
Too many words I don't want to forget to tell you
I want to file it all away
We'll write a tombstone as high as the bible

And every shred is fake, I'm afraid
And every shred is copper-plated
Every shred you can keep your eyes on
Check me while I check the horizon

I can feel it as one
I can feel it in the thunder
Here's what we do, we learn you the rules
And if you get stuck you can throw them the fuck out

Every call you never made
Every call you waited for, it never came
Every ancient sound that's passed to your ears
In an endless supply of ones and zeros

Every sun you never saw
Every sun you said didn't make it at all
Oh, the futuristic landscape shaped like today
But just a few days later

I can feel it as one
I can feel it in the thunder

. . .


The flesh in your hands, the flesh in your command - it's something you know, it's something you can hold.
The ring in your head, the ring in your sweat on the street growing cold and colder.
Growing over, the great fading, the music playing.

The flesh in your hand, the flesh in your command - it's something you know, it's something you can hold.
The ring in your head, the ring in your sweat on the street growing cold and colder.
Growing over the great fading, the music playing.

Rob the accountant, stop the mountain, god save us, cut your wrist with paper.
Count your days, and it's only aging.
Cash back and capture with a magnet.
The heat is outside, the heat is on, you dropped the fire.
It's something you know, it's something you can hold.
The ring in your neck, the ring in your sweat on the sheets - it's something you know, it's something you can hold.

The flesh in your hands, the flesh in your command. Growing cold and colder.
Growing over, the great fading, the music playing.
Your boy's through waiting.

Rob the accountant, stop the mountain, god save us, cut your wrist with paper.
Count your days, and it's only aging.
Cash back and capture with a magnet.
Rob the accountant, stop the mountain, god save us, cut your wrist with paper.
Count your days and it's only aging.
Cash back and capture with a magnet.

. . .


Yeah, everything Thermals
Straight from the pages of your journal
I know nobody's ever seen it
The Thermals know all your secrets

Yeah, everything Thermals
Born in an outer space wormhole
Brought to life by the big bang
Traveled to Earth in a Dodge van

The Thermals go right to your head
The Thermals have sex in your bed
Everything in circles

Yeah, everything Thermals
They come in 4 shades of purple
Some are tight, some have trousers
Some have pictures of flowers
They are The Thermals
They guarantee life eternal
They only need skin and bones
And a sweet pair of headphones
The Thermals don't need drugs to have a good time
The Thermals need drugs just to stay alive
Everything in circles
Yeah, everything

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