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Album Rating: 4.5
Lyrics are mad overrated with Thrice. Good but who cares when the music is substantially better.
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I don't see how the lyrics are overrated. Some, like The Melting Point of Wax are simply brilliant.
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What about Blood Clots and Black Holes? Those lyrics are probably the best they've done.
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Best they've ever done isn't best anybody has ever done.
Sky Dive
In school it had been important to learn
the names of battleships, diseases, museums,
kings, the internal scheme of the squid
which is called taxonomy but outside, in the fields,
it seemed most important to know the names
of sex organs: vulva, Mount Olympus,
anadromous pod and that was called soccer practice.
Beside me in Earth Science sat Debbie
until she was killed by a Volkswagen
so the rest of the year I did the experiments
alone. Say crack my fingers backwards, she whispered
while I tried to organize plastic seashells.
The earth had folded into itself many times.
Ann, Jill, Brenda, Elizabeth. Kinesis,
the golgi apparatus, the ellipsis. Give up,
go to bed, dream. Then to wake up twenty years later
after a party knowing you behaved perfectly
shamefully, the brain is threatened sea life,
astronomers predict discs of dust hold clues
to the birth of the universe and then to make tea
and telephone apologies. What was her name,
the one by the door? Expostulations of orange juice.
Purple clouds. Twice I jumped from an airplane
to forget a beautiful woman who was sleeping
with some guy instead of me who made guitars
from scratch. Handprints on an aquarium,
tissue paper. Irregular envelopes. To begin,
each player selected a game piece. She was
beautiful and drunk but not as drunk
as her dress which kept hailing cabs
even at the party. Beneath the clothing
is the skin and beneath the skin, viscera, bones
but beneath that there is just the skin
of the other side so clearly something
is unaccounted for. Green river,
lobelia, lightbulb shaped like a flame,
a chair shaped like a shoe. The last time
I landed, I forgot all I learned
throwing myself from a practice flight of stairs.
It drove me crazy, the way she smiled
at strangers and I could never be
a stranger. A thousand feet above the earth,
hanging from a handkerchief.
-Dean Young
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Crowquill
Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep.
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.
Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood that's passed through my longing veins,
scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you can't see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest.
Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found but its all so contrived.
My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page.
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you,
black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble",
as base as a bridge in a song and less like the poem that I promised you.
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.
With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody.
-Circle Takes the Square
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Excuse the spaces sputnik's spacing is weird.
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My friend loves Thrice and is obsessed with their bass player. He showed me some stuff off this album and I have mixed opinions. I guess this type of music just isn't my thing or this album is a bad place to start.
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He probably had you listen to the bridge of "Kill Me Quickly" and the verse of "Stare at the Sun."
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DFelon: Thrice's lyrics are excellent, dude... comparing them to CTTS is like apples and oranges (great writing I will admit), they're completely different bands (IMO Thrice pwns them unequivocally, musically at least). Thrice's worldview and lyrical themes are quite different, but hey, Joey Cape, Greg Graffin, Jason Cruz, and Fat Mike (to name a few) are some of the best songwriters in punk rock and don't get the respect they deserve either... I think Dustin's use of metaphor, allegory, and his lyrical meters in general are pretty clever and inventive compared to 90% of stuff out there...
Motion Isn't Meaning
What a beautiful way to fake it, a sort of graceful defeat
We pound a pattern out on the pavement
We send a siren out in the streets
Advance in perfect nonchalance, to the staccato of the rifle report
Don't marvel at our confidence, it's just bravado that a blindfold affords
So tell me that you wanna stop the war
Well baby, you can't dance if there's no floor
Motion isn't meaning, it's just another drug
But it's all we've got
What a way to keep it together
A black box, a prescription for speed
We've found a freeway that goes on forever
We drown a demon in the deep black sea
Shield your eyes, keep running to the rhythm of the rifle repeating
I'm paralyzed, but we gotta keep moving if we wanna keep breathing
Won't take the life on the easy ship, we are but gods for a moment.
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Great album well worth your money Im into more street punk like casualties and still this is one of my favorites there guitarist is so fucking tallented a must buy
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A great, great album, full of melody, heart, emotion, cool riffs, nice lyrics, and, most of all, passion.
I *heart* Thrice.
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love every song except abolition of man chorus was a bit weak
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Abolition of man is still good, but there seems to be something within their sound that was lost between illusion and this album. I loved this album when i first heard but then i started to notice that something about their sound that made me love them was missing from this album.
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I won't rate this yet, but so far it's a 4. I need some more listens, but I think the rating will stay the same. This is a great album.
| | | Album Rating: 5.0
This album is beautiful. I still listen to it all the way through quite frequently.
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Excellent album. I bought this about six months ago but never properly listened to it until recently when I wanted to play new songs on guitar but was too lazy to tune out of Drop-C. Go figure.
I don't like Stare at the Sun at all, but the rest of the album is superb.
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I'm not a really big fan of this style, but I still like this album (and Thrice in general). Like Chan, I like Vheissu better.
Illusion of Safety next.
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Stare at the Sun is friggin amazing. So is Melting Point of Wax and the title track.
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This is by far the best thrice cd
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[quote=]This is by far the best thrice cd[/quote]Nein, "Vheissu" brings the house down.
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