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Porcelain - Thursday

"City of blue tile. Figure in Ceramics. Where we reach out. Grab for Porcelain. But it's too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the seasons will seal these shards. Into the slits that"

This Side Of Brightness - Thursday

"I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) Like a petal pulled from an open flower. Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make"

Ian Curtis - Thursday

"We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts keep leading back to him. And no signs from"

Streaks In The Sky - Thursday

"It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car. It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind. Forget tomorrow side with the open road. Pulled apart for you. In"

In Transmission - Thursday

"This sunlight cutting through the open fields. Can't be communicated by radio waves. And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals and can't respond. So keep your hands to yourself. And"

Dying In New Brunswick - Thursday

"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"

The Dotted Line - Thursday

"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"

Where The Circle Ends - Thursday

"Mountain ranges Morning red bathed ridges Stab up at the trembling blue horizon Grey slides lazily off rooftops Lands on the incandescent ground and dies A flock of little men touch down on the thin surface"

Evacuate - Thursday

"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"

Even The Sand Is Made Of Seashells - Thursday

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

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