Thrice is probably my favorite band. Once again, I only post songs for the beauty of their lyrics.
It's not what you think
Just one more little bet
Just another cigarette
Just one more drink
So lend me just a little more
You know cancer can't catch me
Let's have another drink or three
Don't be a bore
But oh, don't I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Someone else please save myself from me
And oh, lord I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Can someone save myself from me?
I look, I don't touch
It's really no big deal
I'll quit it when I feel I've seen enough
Oh, don't call it an affair
It's just a little fling
She doesn't mean a thing to me, I swear
But oh, don't I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Someone else please save myself from me
And oh, lord I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Someone save myself from me
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Showing posts with label Thrice. Show all posts
4/5/10
Lyrics By Thrice-A Song For Milly Michaelson-From The Album 'The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV'
I love Thrice. They have great lyrics. Just thought I'd share this one.
Well you know I hardly speak.
When I do it's just for you.
I haven't said a word in weeks
'Cause they've been keeping me from you.
There's a way where there's a will.
You know I got no need for stairs.
Step out on the window sill,
Fall with me into the air.
So, here we go.
Hold on tight and don't let go.
I won't ever let you fall.
I love the night.
Flying o'er these city lights.
But I love you most of all.
Well there's something you should know.
Girl you should have died that day.
You fell reaching for the rose
Baby I was there to save you.
Well you know I hardly speak.
When I do it's just for you.
I haven't said a word in weeks
'Cause they've been keeping me from you.
There's a way where there's a will.
You know I got no need for stairs.
Step out on the window sill,
Fall with me into the air.
So, here we go.
Hold on tight and don't let go.
I won't ever let you fall.
I love the night.
Flying o'er these city lights.
But I love you most of all.
Well there's something you should know.
Girl you should have died that day.
You fell reaching for the rose
Baby I was there to save you.
3/28/10
Lyrics By Thrice-All The World Is Mad-From The Album 'Beggars'
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned;
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone-
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.
We can’t medicate man to perfection again;
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts.
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start.
But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.
Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone-
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.
We can’t medicate man to perfection again;
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts.
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start.
But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.
Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.
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