Jet Black New Year Guitar Tab

Five Stories Falling Tabs:

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Thursday – Jet Black New Year

Drop D Tuning

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x1	0:20-0:31
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x2	0:31-0:49
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x1	0:49-0:55
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x2	0:56-1:19
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x1	1:20-1:32
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x1	1:32-1:42
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x3	1:43-2:03
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x1	2:47-2:56
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x1	2:56-3:45
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x2	3:36-4:09
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x1	4:10-4:21
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x1	4:22-4:34
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this song gives me the chills. I love it. i found the other tab on a different site and posted 
it here a while ago.  I went back through and changed a few little things to make it sound 
closer to the song.   any questions or comments   redakk22@hotmail.com      AIM: redakk

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Tab Discussion, Comments, and Critiques


No Picture a Average	#1 by a a at Jul 15, 1975 at 12:44 PM EST
	war all the time - august 18th. i'm so damn excited. thursday is my favorite band of all time. the lyrics in this song are so amazing, as are all the rest. Burn the words from our lips as the dagger screams, "love is dead," and it's a newspaper tragedy. is one of the best lines. mainly because the band that that's after just plain rocks. (ink&dagger)

No Picture JUSTIN Lead Player	#2 by JUSTIN LOCKHART at Jun 15, 1977 at 2:44 PM EST
	this 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?

No Picture daint Rhythm Player	#3 by daint at Jul 16, 1978 at 3:11 AM EST
	This song is so great. From the opening guitar riff it just symbolizes my life. I love when the palm muting drops a note it is so freakin heavy. "tonight we're all timebombs...on faultlines" its me, i'm like a timebomb i guess. How long can we take this chance not to celebrate? Its kinda reminiscent of how sarcastic Nirvana is, cos if you read the booklet, obviously alot of shit happened that year for Geoff. The breakdown is incredibe, this is definitely one of my favorite songs, its always on my cd player around new years eve. the booklet for the cd reminds me of how stupid people are, its the kinda college kid mentality that scholars have, and sometimes it pisses me off, but Thursday are so intense, its just so me. How long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?

No Picture josh Average	#4 by josh stagel at Jul 16, 1981 at 9:25 AM EST
	oh wow. i love this song; it's brilliant, but the story.. oh man... thanks sooo much for typing that out; i had no idea that i even existed. the story makes the song make more sense, and is as intense and beautiful (the way it's written, not the story itself) as the song. it's perfect for me; i just swore to never care about anyone ever again.

No Picture Tyler Average	#5 by Tyler at Sep 28, 1989 at 12:16 AM EST
	Well 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

No Picture katie Average	#6 by katie focner at Aug 24, 1991 at 6:24 PM EST
	Personally, I won't mind if Thursday's new album sounds more like this song than Full Collapse. Both styles are great.

No Picture sY Average	#7 by sYsTem oWnS rOx at Aug 13, 1995 at 6:49 PM EST
	i love the countdown part of this song. and thanks to ;Dontgiveuponska; for typing that from the cd booklet.

No Picture duncan_player Wanna Be	#8 by duncan_player at Apr 20, 1996 at 2:48 AM EST
	no, the new CD isn't out yet, the Five Stories Falling EP was their last release. Could anyone copy the booklet with the stories? or direct me to a website where I could see them?

No Picture phoen Average	#9 by phoen bay at Jan 21, 1997 at 5:02 AM EST
	Here 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

No Picture Marcus19 Rhythm Player	#10 by Marcus19 Doug at Jan 22, 2001 at 2:56 AM EST
	Actually i read at there new site, www.thursday.net, that jet balck was an eperiement, and although some of there new stuff might have simularites, they arent gonna change there direction to drastically that way. Either way, Thursday is the best band today, the best band live, the best band to listnet to when your feelign blue, the best badn to listen to when your happy, the best band to listent to when your bored, and finally the best band to ever make sucha huge impact on the world of music. Thursday is here to stay, and im glad to say ive been with them form the beggining