| Thrice - The Artist In The Ambulance |
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(read the description please)
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here's my first vid i made with adobe
premiere 7 :)..i made this one to pay tribute
to all those paramedics,doctors, heroes that
dedicate their lives to save others..respect
for them...hope you'll enjoy it...
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and thanks for the positive ratings and
especially comments
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it's NOT the real video..it's a mix between
two vids: Alexisonfire's Accidents and
Thrice's Artist In The Ambulance live at
Jimmy Kimmel synched with the real song...
Tags : the artist in ambulance thrice accidents alexisonfire paramedics emergency |
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| Thrice- Eleanor Rigby |
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Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Sits by the window, wearing a face that she
keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all
belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come
from?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a
sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the
night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all
belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come
from?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was
buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his
hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all
belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come
from?
All the lonely people
All the lonely people
All the lonely people, where do they all come
from?
Tags : Thrice Eleanor Rigby If We Could Only See Us Now |
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| Thrice- Daedalus |
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I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me;
this island our prison, our home.
And everyday we look out at the sea; this
place is all he's ever known.
But I've got a plan and some wax and some
string; some feathers I stole from the birds.
So we leap from the cliff and we bear the
wind sing a song that's too perfect for
words.
But son please keep a steady wing; you know
you're the only one who means anything to me.
Steer clear of the sun or you'll find
yourself in the sea.
Now safely away, I let out cry that we'll
make the mainland by noon.
But Icarus climbs higher still in the sky;
and maybe I've spoken too soon.
But son please keep a steady wing; you know
you're the only one who means anything to me.
Steer clear of the sun or you'll find
yourself in the sea.
Son, won't you look at your wings? They are
coming undone; they're splitting at the
seams.
Steer clear of the sun; for once won't you
listen to me?
Oh gods why is this happening to me? All I
wanted was a new life, for my son to grow up
free. And now you took the only thing that
meant anything to me. I will never fly again;
I will hang up my wings.
Oh gods why is this happening to me? All I
wanted was a new life, for my son to grow up
free. And now you took the only thing that
meant anything to me. I will never fly again;
I will hang up my wings. Oh god.
Tags : Thrice Daedalus The Alchemy Index Vols. III Air Earth |
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