"Jet Black New Year" as written by and Geoffrey/rule Rickly....
Don't even take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the New Year

The press gives us cause to celebrate
The air raid sirens
Flood barbed wire skylines
With artificial night,
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless eyes.
Tonight we're all time bombs
On fault lines.

Have we lost everything now?
Walking like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
(the sedatives tell you everything
Is alright)

Like calendars dying
At New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year
Will be better then the last
Jet Black, the ink that spells your name
Jet Black, The blood that's in your veins
We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"

There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades

Fire to flames
"Strike Match."

Burn these words from our lips
As 'The Daggar' screams
"Love is dead"
And it's a "newspaper tragedy,"

Have we lost what we love?
Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
Stare at the clock
Avoid at all costs,
This emptiness.

Ten seconds left
Until midnight
Nine chances to drown ourselves
In black hair dye
Eight faces turned away
From the shock
Seven windows and six of them
Were locked
Five stories falling
Forever and ever
Three cheers to the mirror
Now there are two of us
Can we have one last dance?

Jet Black, the ink that spells your name
Jet Black, The blood that's in your veins
We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"


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"Jet Black New Year [#]" as written by Robert Keeley Geoffrey Rickly

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  • +2
    General CommentHere is Geoff's story from the booklet in Five Stories Falling:

    When the crowd parted for the paramedics, we already knew it wasn't necessary. The street was painted a purple-red with that boy's blood. On impact, his body had folded on itself; he looked like he was praying to the mailbox. The air was turning the blood on the sidewalk rust brown, but in his hair it stayed a dark red. It seemed to get redder with every flash of the newspaperman's camera. I took the train back to New Jersey where my girlfriend and I were going to a New Year's Eve party.
    "I'm having the worst day, what a way to end the year," she shouted in my ear as the faces flashed by in the strobe light and the floorboards shook with music. "I lost my purse and someone spilled red wine all over me." The sight of the wine in the dark made my mouth water and every pulse of the strobe was the eye of the photographer's camera.
    "At least I've got you," she winked. I bit down on my lip and the afternoon flooded into my blood like an IV drip: the crowd's bland faces; reporters searching for the parents; the steam drifting from the young boy's broken mouth; the pair of sneakers tangled in the power lines hanging like a forgotten mistletoe.
    "Hey, where are you?" She pleaded. But I was right there. The blood was soaking into my untied shoelace as we watched the ambulance pull up. I was right there: The calm voices of the paramedics made the temperature drop twenty degrees. I was right there: They zipped up the black bag and I couldn't breathe.
    "You better not be in another one of your moods. Not tonight."
    I tried to listen, but I couldn't resist the pull of the breathing open window. I saw myself running to it and lunging straight through it. I felt like I was suffocating in a zipped-up black bag.
    "I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to deal with you ignoring me this year. That's my resolution! Good bye."
    I had to lock myself in the bathroom to stop myself from jumping out the window. In the mirror, my dirty blond hair was tinged red. I tried closing my eyes but when I looked in the mirror my hair was saturated, a thick crimson. The New Year cheers sounded like screams through the door and I swore that I'd never let myself care about anything else ever again. The next morning the paper said that a boy had falled out of an unlocked window in his parent's apartment in New York. I dyed my hair the darkest black I could find. A black so dark it could cover the deepest blood red and suffocate the brighest halo. -Geoff

    As you can see, this story has alot of meaning to it. I saw that some people requested the story, so i typed it out. Enjoy.

    xJasonx
    DontGiveUpOnSkaon April 05, 2003   Link
  • +1
    General CommentJet Black New Year describes one of Geoff Rickley's expiences. On New Year's Eve, he was at his girlfriends 6th story apartment. He was so upset with what had been going on with his relationship that he locked himself in the bathroom to keep him from jumping out of the window. He also saw that day on tv, a child that fell out of a 5 story building to its death.
    Last Transmissionon March 16, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWell I see someone beat me to adding the lyrics for this song... but im not too disappointed ; ) I think this is the best Thursday song yet and supposedly the tracks on their new CD which is scheduled to come out in June will be very similar to JBNY... i cant wait
    clemson1411on March 14, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI was unsure about this song at first but after a few times is kinda grew on me. Its a lot more structured than there normal songs and a lot less melodic. I hope in the new album they retain some of the same qualities that blew me away in full collapse.
    Wallacedpon March 14, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI think a lot of their songs are like that.. It may not seem great but once you listen to it a couple times you realize just how good it is
    clemson1411on March 14, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis ties in a lot with the short story at the beginning of the booklet for '5 stories falling' I wish i had it so I could copy it out.
    i like the imagery of war at the beginning...and the whole song keeps pretty hectic which seems to reflect the relationship he's talking about here.

    how long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?
    b-radon March 15, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis song reminds me of my shite new year, when my gf was in hospital, and i was just really bored and missing her at a party
    InfectedSpineon March 16, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis completely wins best album sleeve ever. those stories are amazing. i want more. thursday should write a book. anyway, the song is great. i love the counting down bit, echoing how people do at new year. it's about how new year is always supposed to be great fun, but it never is. it hurts to think about all the bad stuff in a year, and hope the next one will be better with all your heart. like all of us i think, i'm still hoping...
    Miss_Chainsawon March 16, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Comment[IN REPLY TO InfectedSpine]
    If my girlfriend was in the hospital i wouldnt have gone to a party. I wouldve been right beside her, and if i couldnt be i would be somewhere in the hospital, atleast as close as i could get to being with her.
    Yeah and the song reminds me of what you all said, a bad new year, jet black, dark, not a good memory.
    Drew1185on March 16, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentrelationship? i think if you put all the stories in the songbook together you know what the song is about! geoff was a witness of the tragedy (child falling from 5th floor) and the whole year was very strange... they had problems with one another in the band (i think tom writes about this...) and well maybe it's also a bit about geoff's problem with his girlfriend... i think if you read the booklet it's clear! it's all about a frustrating year...
    MyChemicalThursdayon March 17, 2003   Link

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