MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
thrice - a living dance upon dead minds
love everywhere,
exploding, maims and blinds,
a living dance upon dead minds,
love everywhere,
exploding, maims and blinds,
a living dance upon dead minds
but surely does not forget(perish),
sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
but surely does not forget(perish),
sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
why its love;
but at the earliest spear
of sun
perfectly should disappear
who wields a poem huger than the grave?
who wields a poem huger than the grave?
who wields a poem huger than the grave?
who wields a poem huger than the grave?
but surely does not forget(perish),
sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
but surely does not forget(perish),
sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
[bridge into exit for song]
but surely does not forget(perish),
sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
but surely does not forget(perish),
sleep, cannot be photographed(measured);
disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,
thrice - a song for milly michaelson
Well you know I hardly speak;
and when I do, it?s just for you.
I haven?t said a word in weeks;
because they?ve been keeping me from you.
But there?s a way where there?s a will;
you know I got no need for stairs.
So step out on the windowsill,
and fall with me into the air.
Here we go, hold on tight and don?t let go;
I won?t ever let you fall.
I love the night
and flying o?er these city lights;
but I love you most of all.
And there?s something you should know girl;
you should have died that day
when you fell reaching for the rose.
But baby I was there to save you.
Here we go, hold on tight and don?t let go;
I won?t ever let you fall.
I love the night and flying o?er these city lights;
but I love you most of all.
thrice - a subtle dagger
it infiltrates,
insidious,
it feigns at love,
betrays our trust
in what we've known,
since we were born.
the truth we've found in all we see
points to design,
still our chests swell,
we'll never find
true answers from a wishing well.
so feed us all
another lie,
to still our thoughts,
appease our pride,
so we wont have
to chance the way we see, we live, we love, we die,
our lust precedes
our blasphemy,
our logic reads
like notes from tainted autopsy.
our souls they speak of something more,
but we cant look beyond ourselves.
we implore empty skies because
our heats hold room for no one else,
we extend our
claws to grasp at shadows of the
ideals we have,
lost causalities of a subtle dagger,
buried to the
hilt in our hearts, blood on our hands.
thrice - a torch to end all torches
Misguided satellite
I circle by habit,
can't find my orbit to save my life
I want to fall,
I want to burn,
like an ignorant craterless meteorite
Long ago I was derailed,
long ago the mission failed
but in the distance there appears a light
Disgruntled architect
building a palace
cant make it perfect to save my life
victimless crime ride the wrecking ball in
evacuate now while I breathe dynamite
Efforts all to no avail
I'm perfection's countervail
torn in pieces, I am made contrite
And in my darkest hour
the brightest light draws near to me
a torch to end all torches,
this is the light that sets me free
all shadows burn away now
but by his grace I am sustained
though all was lost,
now all is found and more is gained
Lift me up and make me whole
Instill in me a new hope
Breathe new life into my soul
thrice - all eyes
The weight of the world is on my shoulders
And it's just too much to bear.
It's not that I'm growing callous,
I'm just too tired to care.
So drop your expectations,
Let go of any dependencies,
Forget your disapproval
'Cause I'm setting myself free.
Looking up to me,
Looking down on me,
And hazarding those sidelong glances.
I'm not too sure of what they see.
All I know is their views are slanted.
So drop your expectations,
Let go of any dependencies,
Forget your disapproval
'Cause I'm setting myself free.
(All eyes on me.)
I can't take the pressure.
(All eyes on me.)
Breathe without making a sound.
(All eyes on me.)
Don't expect perfection
(All eyes on me.)
'Cause I won't fail to let you down.
(All eyes on me.)
I can't take the pressure.
(All eyes on me.)
Breathe without making a sound.
(All eyes on me.)
Don't expect perfection
(All eyes on me.)
'Cause I won't fail to let you down.
I won't fail to let you down.
I won't fail to let you down.
thrice - all that s left
One day the dreamers died within us
When all our answers never came
We hid the truth beneath our skin but
Our shadows never looked the same
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead
And when we couldn't stop the bleeding
We held our hearts over the flame
We couldn't help but call it treason
After that we couldn't fill our frames
After that our shadows never looked the same
A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead
In summers past we'd challenge fate
With higher pitch and perfect aim
And standing fast, we'd radiate
A light we loved but never named
But the answers never came
And our shadows never looked the same
A ghost is all that's left (we are the ones who lost our faith)
Of everything we swore we never would forget (can we be saved?)
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead (we are the ones who lost our faith)
A ghost of everything we thought but never said (can we be saved?)
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are the ones who lost our faith
We dug ourselves an early grave
We are the dead, can we be saved?
thrice - all the world is mad
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.
thrice - anthology
Our lives built on tin cans and string
But the cornerstone laid is a wondrous and beautiful thing
Sure in the ground
While the North wind is taking its toll
You have helped me to find my way back and to anchor my soul
Safe in the sound
Oh you know me
Oh and I know you
And I know that
We can see this through
I'm brack, baring my bones
Said if we heard the howling
I'd run out to face it alone
To meet it half way
But I've still got badges to earn
So keep sifting my soul
Cause I think that I'm starting to learn
To love you that way
Oh you know me
Oh and I know you
And I know that
We can see this through
It's true that you could snap my neck
I trust you'll save my life instead
Cause our love is a loyalty sworn
If we hold to our hope
Then I know we can weather the storm
Whatever they say
Come what may
Oh you know me
Oh and I know you
And I know that
We can see this through
thrice - as the crow flies
Mother crow, feels no pain
Speaks no word
Speckled egg, hatching slow
Bible black baby bird
One day you?ll fly over me
Placed you in a flannel coat
Months fly by.
Grow your bones feathers, skin
Bible black, by and by
You will spread your wings
One day you?ll fly over me
thrice - as the ruin falls
Only now that you have taught me
(but how late) my lack
I see the chasm
and everything you are was making
my heart into a bridge
by which I might get back
from exile and grow man
and now the bridge is breaking
for this I bless you as the ruin falls
the pain you bring
far greater than all other gain
thrice - at the last
It's a shame that some must go without
I was no fool to think it might be my problem
Needy hands were reaching out
Kept my spare change and my pride in a tight fist
Now at the last
Everything has changed in the pale light
A debt is cast on all I've done
I'm a good man on the road
Who can blame me...
Never killed, I never stole
A small indulgence now and then
So what of it?
I'm a good man, Am I good man? I thought I was
The rewards of this life now count for naught
My body soon buried and left to rot
Good times gone how quickly it all has past
My God know I see how I've squandered each and every breathe
Now at the last
Everything has changed in the pale light
A debt is cast on all I've done
Now at the last
Everything has changed in the pale light
Looking back I am undone
thrice - atlantic
It's been so long, and tin cans and string for years
Is all that we've known, could it be you're really here
'cause my eyes are open, and everything still moves in slow-motion,
Breathless and blue, and behind your eyes the sea
Oceans of light envelop me
But things can't be as they seem, i'm so far from home
This must be another dream, but my eyes are open
thrice - backdraft
Leave me here and lock the door;
latch the windows, lose the key.
But you'll be back some day.
What else then is true for,
if not to starve and wait for spring?
So I'll just sit and wait.
Oh, swing the door wide open;
show me your jaded eyes.
I will turn them red,
drunk with vivid flame.
You will see again,
and you will learn your real name and speak it,
when your whole world turns to fire.
Leave me with no air to breathe;
leave me here to die alone.
But I won't suffocate.
I'll have everything I need,
when you forget and come back home;
so I'll just sit and wait.
thrice - beggars
All you great men of power, you who boast of your feats
Politicians and entrepreneurs
Can you safe guard your breath in the night while you sleep
Keep your heart beating steady or sure
As you lie in your bed does the thought haunt your head
That you're really rather small
If there's one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all
All you champions of science and rulers of men
Can you summon the sun from it's sleep
Does the earth seek your council on how fast to spin
Can you shut off the gates of the deep
Don't you know that all things hang as if on a string over darkness, poised to fall
If there's one thing I know in this life, we are beggars all
All you big shots who swagger and stride with conceit
Did you devise how your frame would be formed
If you'd been raised in a palace or left out on the streets
Choose the place or the hour you'd be born
Tell me what can you claim not a thing, not your name
Tell me if you can recall just one thing, not a gift, in this life
Can you hear what's been said, can you see now that everything greys after all
If there's one thing I know in this life we are beggars all
thrice - betrayal is a symptom
faith,
is not something that i grasp
its something that i fake,
as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks,
faith
without actions is a mask,
for making the same mistakes
as I'm slipping as I'm falling through the cracks.
somehow i find beauty in our failings,
somehow i find meaning in these lies
somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture,
your back is begging sweetly for my knives,
I'm spilling blood,
glancing down to hide my face,
i walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace,
somehow i find beauty in our failings,
somehow i find meaning in these lies
somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture,
your back is begging sweetly for my knives!
my faith is a front, I'm spilling blood,
glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed
through monuments of grace, I'm spilling blood
glancing down to hide my face i walk with eyes closed
through monuments of grace
isn't it sweet how,
trusted with angels,
and how so quickly
i break my promises?
isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet?
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