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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Thursday
Thursday
Künstler:in
Tucker Rule
Tucker Rule
Schlagzeug
Tom Keeley
Tom Keeley
Gitarre
Geoff Rickly
Geoff Rickly
Stimme und Gesang
Steve Pedulla
Steve Pedulla
Gitarre
Andrew Everding
Andrew Everding
Tasteninstrumente
Timothy Charles Payne
Timothy Charles Payne
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tim Payne
Tim Payne
Komponist:in
Geoff Rickly
Geoff Rickly
Komponist:in
Steve Pedulla
Steve Pedulla
Komponist:in
Robert Keeley III
Robert Keeley III
Komponist:in
Thomas Rule
Thomas Rule
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sal Villanueva
Sal Villanueva
Produzent:in
Joe Pedulla
Joe Pedulla
Ingenieur:in
Arun Venkatesh
Arun Venkatesh
Ingenieur:in
Erin Farley
Erin Farley
Ingenieur:in
Lee Zappas
Lee Zappas
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Mike Lapierre
Mike Lapierre
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Rumblefish
Rumblefish
Mischtechniker:in
Coady Brown
Coady Brown
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

(This is a war) we live And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn And we're all wrapped up in fatigues (And they) wear us out, wear us out There is a storm at sea If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky Will the red sun rise? (The taste of your kerosene lips burn me up) If we fly the white flag under a black and blue sky Will the red sun rise? (Rise, enemy) Blinds divide the sunlight into thin strips, the size of a blade (In this) trench that we dig for ourselves Fourscore and fade The bodies in the bed, no retreat This is our war, we live it Up in arms, up in arms With our heads pressed against the wall Wearing thin, wearing thin These are the screams we swallow Fly a white flag under a black and blue sky Will the red sun rise? If we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky Will the red sun rise? (Rise, enemy, blind) Administer the pill Before the cell divides We'll both go down like toy soldiers Threats and picket lines Forming around our beds Landmines in our chests will all go off in time If we trip each other into this Think we'll find a way out? One part loss, one part no sleep One part the gunshots we heard One part the screams, mistaken for laughter One part everything after One part love, one part stepping out of the driving rain One part parting ways, in the cold apartment, don't look back Just keep running down the stairs Hear the footsteps? Do you hear voices in the attic? Communiques in the static? They say "After time, all this will heal" We will rebuild and these broken arms will Mend Themselves Our Embrace (Spoken) I uh. Kyle? Kyle! They're looking for you, Kyle I had a whole thing I was about to say But the thing that I'm noticing 20 years into this band Is I can stop for a second and go "You don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about, man What were you about to say?" And then I stop and then I don't say it It's new, I love it So this song, uh, we thought We thought, you know, nobody needs me to talk about religion tonight Get the fuck outta here This song's called Asleep in the Chapel I'll say everything I need in it
Writer(s): Robert Keeley Iii, Timothy Payne, Steven Pedulla, Geoffrey Rickly, Thomas Rule Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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