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Thrice Album


If We Could Only See Us Now (03/29/2005)
03/29/2005
1.
Eclipse / Motion Isn't Meaning (feat. Wade Halicki)
2.
Stare At The Sun (acoustic)
3.
Cold Cash And Colder Hearts (live at the Apple Store)
4.
The Artist In The Ambulance (live at the Apple Store)
5.
Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles cover)
6.
Send Me An Angel (Real Life cover)
7.
8.
So Strange I Remember You (alternative version)
. . .



ECLIPSE:
Call everyone to arms
We'll fill the heavens
With the poisoned dreams of man
Call everyone to arms
We forged these weapons
With the strength of our own hands

We shot the sun from the sky
Apollo dead at our feet
We wander lost in the rye
And gather 'round in the street

For centuries we watched the sky
And burned to bridge the great divide

Call everyone to arms
We'll fill the heavens
With the poisoned dreams of man
Call everyone to arms
We forged these weapons
With the strength of our own hands

Eclipse the body with stones
And lay him down with the rest
I smile when I am alone
And shed a tear for the press

For centuries we watched the sky
And burned to bridge the great divide
We dug the body up
We drank his golden blood
And light shone from our eyes
But it was not enough
And we still dream of deicide

For centuries we watched the sky
We burned to bridge the great divide
But now we burn with power and pride

MOTION ISN'T MEANING:
What a beautiful way to fake it
This sort of graceful defeat
We found a pattern out on the pavement
Sound the siren out through the streets
Advance in perfect nonchalance
Do it together with a rifle report
Don't marvel at our confidence
It's troubled, bottled, and above-all deformed

Tell me that you wanna stop the war
But baby you can't dance if there's no floor
Motion isn't meaning
It's just another drug
But it's all we've got...

What a way to keep it together
A black box, a prescription for speed
We found a freeway that goes on forever
Drown the demon in the deep black sea

Shield your eyes
It keeps burning to the rhythm of the rifle repeating
Paralyzed
But I gotta keep movin' if I wanna keep breathing

Tell me that you wanna stop the war
But baby you can't dance if there's no floor
Motion isn't meaning
It's just another drug
But it's all we've got...we've got nowhere to go

I'll take the life on the easy ship
We have our guns for the moment
I'll take the life on the easy ship

. . .



I sit here clutching useless lists
And keys for doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Just show me what it means to me in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
'Til I understand or go blind

I see the parts but not the whole
I study saints and scholars both
No perfect plan unfurls
Do I trust my heart or just my mind
Why is truth so hard to find in this world
Yeah in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
'Til I understand or go blind

I know that there's a point I've missed
A shrine or stone I haven't kissed
A scar that never graced my wrist
A mirror that hasn't met my fist
But I can't help feeling that I'm

Due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun

. . .



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 all right
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

. . .



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

. . .


[Originally by Beatles]

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

. . .



Do you believe in heaven above
Do you believe in love
Don't tell me 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 defences 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 get's in your eyes
It's making you cry
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Looking for love
Calling heaven above

Send me an angel
Right now

Empty dreams can only disappoint
In a room behind your smile
But don't give up, don't give up

. . .



Oh, that I could scream
And the world would stop and listen
And these scars could speak in volumes
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 ghosts steal your breath.
I pray that power be not in my words
But in truth that supercedes the mind of man
And 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.
With out you I am lost.

. . .



So Strange I Remember You in protest of a prayer,
And falling back from seas we fear to sail
I swear I saw the shooter, gold deep and double dare,
Postmortem warnings seem inclined to fail,

Feigning an apology.
Those words they never left your lips,
Those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships,
So Strange that I Remember You,
Kneeling deep in Nietzsche's lies
My throat was an open grave I drank your stained glass eyes

And they taste like dead cathedrals
That are crumbling beneath a weight ten thousand jaded tourists
Who've traded in their hearts and hands for
Disposable cameras, set to document to decay
Set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away

(Whispered)
(Breathing the fumes of our machines)
We've lost our way-Dustin sings
( Breathing through television dreams)-whispered

If we could only see us now
If we could only see us now

The words of the dead ring in our ears
But its only a lie
The voice in your head brings you to tears
But you don't know why
The words of the dead ring in our ears
But its only a lie
The voice in your head brings you to tears
But its only a lie,
Yes its only a lie,

. . .


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