On the opposite end of the lyrical rainbow, far, far away from the Lyrically Lacking Monday, you’ll find the Lyrically Thoughtful Thursday.
Don’t see it? Right there. No! To the left—right next to that cocky looking oompa loompa eating everyone’s sugar while he’s supposedly on the job. No… that’s Bush. Yep, right next to him. 
That’s our special Thursday.
Those fortunate enough not to have to work on the weekends often see Thursday as a fairly optimistic day. With Friday right around the corner, Thursday is an opportunity to bask in the promise of the weekend–a chance to slack a bit knowing that you will have Saturday and Sunday to make up what need be.
I see it as the prime time for personal thought and therefore hope to use it to share what I consider to be truly poetic, intelligent, moving—and most thought provoking lyrics that my ears have had the opportunity to have intercourse with.
If you have anything in mind and would like to participate in the first weekly Lyrically Thoughtful Thursday, then go ahead and make a suggestion in the comments below, or in the Tune Remedy’s suggestion box.
Otherwise come back Thursday, ya hear? 
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I wish that I could be
In the cellars of the sea
And disappear in them
Never to be seen again
Leave this life
Its unrelenting appetite
For feeding off the weak
Who never had their turn to speak
-Black Burning Heart, Keane
Nice, kinda reminds me of another song by them off of their last album
I need a place
That’s hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
The modern world is broken
-Atlantic, Keane
haha a little too much little mermaid for the Keane boys
my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
monsters?
whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!
jesus don’t you know that you could’ve died
(you should’ve died)
with the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
–
Its so pretty it need not make any sense.
- Fake Palindromes, Andrew Bird
I have to type eleven numbers into my cell phone
Just to make it spell ‘love’
So I usually don’t
And it takes up fifteen digits to spell out ‘goodbye’
But if I leave out the ‘good’ I can save us some time
–
55566688833, James Figurine
@pinkdebris
it wouldn’t be as poetic if he just turned on predictive text.
one more because I’m feeling exceptionally lyrically thoughtful tonight.
–
There’s a pretty young thing in front of you
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
And then she’s sleeping inside of you
–
Portions for Foxes, Rilo Kiley
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