Jars of Clay: Inland Track 08 I Don't Want You To Forget

About "Inland":

It's been nearly 20 years since multiple Platinum and GRAMMY Awards winning band Jars of Clay (Dan Haseltine, Stephen Mason, Charlie Lowell and Matthew Odmark) released their debut Frail. Students at the time, Jars of Clay once again harness the youthful ambition and uninhibited creativity of their beginnings for their 11th studio album, Inland. Cultivating a maturity in sound with embellishments of violin, horns and ambient melodies that attests two decades of experience, Jars of Clay's Inland also marks a return to their roots as an independent band. Releasing the album on their own Gray Matters label, the band is shattering some of the preconceived notions built over the years by label marketing strategies.

"These are songs for the ordinary days--when life is weighty and uncertain," reflects Odmark. "It is this middle space that we have inhabited over the years. It's where you and I do the gritty work of actually living."

(originally posted at www.Relevant Magazine.com)

Artist: Jars Of Clay
Album: Inland
Release Date: August 27, 2013

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Lyrics: The touch of lips the close of eyes
They matter more than you surmise
I hide it all in secret boxes
Until tomorrow when we first meet

I watch you fade before my eyes
I can't take it, but I won't look away
Maybe the fires that feel so cold,
They won't completely die away

I don't want to, I don't want you
I don't want you to forget
I don't want to, I don't want you
I don't want you to forget

I may not let you see my pain
I may not speak hard words in anger
To you maybe it isn't really strange
You being loved by a stranger

I won't give you up just yet
I will come calling at your door
Ours is a home we can't get to anymore

I don't want to, I don't want you
I don't want you to forget
I don't want to, I don't want you
I don't want you to forget

Behind your eyes there is a distance
I ask you if you'd like to dance
You mistake me for a healer
I'm just a desperate man stealing one last chance

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