Тексты песен «Thursday»

5-4-3-2-1, let's start a fire We'll burn this town from inside out till no ones left alive And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street The city seems so far away from here when you're counting...

5-4-3-2-1, let's start a fire We'll burn this town from inside out till no ones left alive And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street The city seems so far away from here when you're counting...

Let's call this the quiet city: Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take divide us from our faith And the morning dove gets...

"Dead Songs" Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion with a sigh "Alright?" Alright. Deadlines are winding down Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one...

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk, you hide your face cause they don't believe it's true. They say it doesn't happen that often but it's happening...

Lights out on Division St. And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement As the temperature falls (This is where is hits the ground) Lights out on Division St. I'm repeatin' Goodbye to the memories...

Lights out on Division Street And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement, As the temperature falls. (This is where is hits the ground) Lights out on Division Street I'm repeating Goodbye to the...

Lights out on Division Street And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement As the temperature falls (This is where it hits the ground) Lights out on Division Street I'm repeating Goodbye to the...

The angels sing of someone coming down To wake us from a sleep thats broken Deeply wont shut up again Must be some sort of sign for us That things are going to change Its hard to dream Well you'll try hard In this half...

[First part is a poem written by Brendan Kennelly and it is called "Clearing A Space".] [The song was written by Bono and Simon Carmody, and performed by Ronnie Drew.] I met her up on Leeson Street of a Tuesday...

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true. They say it doesn't happen that often. But it's...

Conditions are getting worse And there's nothing left I can do Gonna leave while I can I'm gonna... with or without you It never used to be like this before But it's something I just can't ignore I'm gonna leave before...

I hear the ocean breathing in a sigh. The seagulls screaming overhead, just out of site. I see the sun melt slowly in your eyes. Fall into the dirty water, time after time. Every single song was once alive, just like...

[Originally by Buzzcocks] You spurn my natural emotions You make me feel like dirt And I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I run the risk of losing you And that's worse Ever fallen in love with someone Ever fallen in...

You want to live the old days repeat the past Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men They look so romantic in old pictures You think you're the first? find out. You don't want to be fire that's burning bright...

Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod Well, he had a bit of a timmlin? way with a love for the liquor poor...

Falling from the top floor your lungs fill 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 cubicle;...

"Friends In The Armed Forces" There's a purple heart on the stars and stripes tonight It's pinned to the chest of the latest liar And if you try to speak your mind They tell you keep it to yourself You've got friends...

Go down witch, go down. For tho' you are my Sister and although you are my Mother and my Cousin and my lover, go down witch, go down. For you will not stay in servitude, your insolence is vile and rude. You shun the...

Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in gaol. I don't need you to try for bail. If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail, so just lock me up and throw away the keys. Well goodbye to my own Dublin dear, and goodbye to old St. Brigid's...