Alien Landscape
Song #49 Cross Out The Eyes
10:16 AM, Monday, August 11, 2008
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Last week I said I was going to dedicate this week's song to Hasini but then I decided against it because while listening to it just now, it suddenly sounded inappropriate. I should stop dedicating songs. It makes things so difficult.So I'm playing the next in line instead. Thursday is one of the very few hardcore bands I love because it fulfilled two criterias of a good hardcore band: Melodic, Meaningful and Meltdown. I have no idea why people listen to crap like Linkin Park when there's Thursday.
"There are bands who simply make songs that people like. Thursdays are innovators. They are the voice of a generation."
I have been listening to Thursday for years. Never outgrown them, never got tired of them. This song itself is one that I've listened to more than fifty times. I love the lyrics.
It's not their best song though. Check out other songs like Paris In Flames or better yet look them up at myspace.
Cross Out The Eyes
by Thursday
Let's call this the quiet city
where screams are felt as the waves of the stoplights
Drive through the streets
as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take divide us from our faith
and the mourning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
and the night was a knife the cut
and I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
Yeah trees that fall, trees that fall, trees that fall, fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
hear voices from another room:
"It happens all the time"
But July in the sand then
The leaves fall and counting down our days to live
Drain the blood from this valentine:
"We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise, like candles in the dark -Yours always"
and an envelope marked with your new address
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, lines
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, cries
The eyes, cross, the eyes cross
It was the first time face to face
Crossing the line talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
Calling your name, hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
Til we die, memories and flatlines
Cross out the eyes til we set off these lines
Cross out the eyes til we set off these lines
Cross out the eyes
Our fence was blown down in a winter storm in this field
(Cross out the eyes)
Stretches out of this world into the sound
(A trace of)
What can we do the put a stop the the coming white days
(A love song)
I'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
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