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Believe
The day god closed her eyes my mother says she felt twenty angels that came through the window and helped him to fly my sisters wept and I stepped further from faith the most beautiful sky turned to grey but hey - the memories seem real it�s been years since I�ve prayed still insisting that I don�t want to feel like you feel I set it all on fire and watched the walls collapse I stand alone and tired now I want it back and even if everyone is a liar I don�t want to be within this silent choir I want to believe in something I want to believe in something When I close my eyes will they come for me will you not believe that I I �ve learned how to fly will I still be singing somewhere in heaven I wonder if angels can cry I hope they come for me I hope I see something I hope that I walk into the white light walk into the white light I set it all on fire and watched the walls collapse I stand alone and tired now I want it back even if everyone is a liar I don�t want to be within this silent choir I want to believe In something in something I want to believe to believe in something I said I I set it all on fire and watched the walls collapse I stand alone and tired now I want it back and even if everyone is a liar I don�t want to be within this silent choir I want to believe I want to believe in something I want to believe in something I want to believe in something but god closed her eyes I want to believe in something I want to believe in something I want to believe in something but god closed her eyes I want to believe in something I want to believe in something I want to believe in something but god closed her eyes we all want to believe in something I want to believe in something
Anything But Beautiful
Awaken to a sun around a neon earth to warm a frozen gun believe that death is worth the pain of a high school end the rest in a young suicide the media drawing in escape from a young girl�s life from a young girl�s life. Falling further every day our tallest towers sway i�m holding on in this world of decay and i�ve realized that this is anything but beautiful anything but beautiful a world anything but beautiful anything but beautiful. Awaken to a day the fear in the eyes of a boy the cold of a hospital stay where a child is a cancer�s toy and if the angel for the lord is the angel with the sword i don�t believe it anymore i just can�t believe that anymore holding on for a chance to be strong But we're falling further every day our tallest towers sway i�m holding on in this world of decay and i�ve realized This is anything but beautiful... Somebody hold my eyes closed somebody make the snow and the rain one step from the fall don�t you know i stood next to heaven but the light never came somebody keep my head turned give me a soul for a piece of the wire i came for a god but it all burned down in the fire Falling further everyday our deepest oceans dry we�re holding on in this world of decay will we realize open your eyes this is anything but beautiful...
Girlfriend
Room 421 an airport hotel I know I should be sleeping but it�s too soon to tell if I�ll fly out tomorrow if I�ll see her tomorrow I hope that I will. No place like alone and no sound like my own voice fading into the quiet december night but I�m doing alright I �ll make a phone call or two Could I get some room service please? send the maid in to see if I'm still alive at a quarter till 5 if I'm still right here debating a year serenading the mirror Do you think you could Bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine bring me a future just make sure it�s mine will you open the window but leave out the cold could you make a phone call to Jesus to clean up my soul Miles from my own bed further from content I guess I should get used to this still rain on the runway but I�m doing okay I �ve got cigarettes to kiss Could I get some room service please? I�m down on my knees I�m only here for tonight �cause they fucked up my flight serenading the wall and I thought I would call you to ask for it all for it all for it all Remember to Bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine bring me a future make sure it�s mine will you open the window but leave out the cold could you make a phone call to jesus to clean up my soul." Dial seven for a savior soul keeping please... could you put me through to jesus I �ll pay your long-distance fees he said hello and god bless you there�s a bible in the drawer that�s wonderful sir. but I don�t read it anymore I don�t read it any more... just just Bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine bring me a future make sure it�s mine will you open the window but leave out the cold could you make a phone call to jesus to clean up my soul bring me my girlfriend and a bottle of wine bring me a future just make sure it�s mine will you open the window but leave out the cold could you make a phone call to Jesus to clean up my soul soul could you bring me a smile bring me a smile could you put me through to jesus room 421 of a Cleveland hotel
New Black Car
Waiting tables at your restaurant job an old man reads the paper in the booth where I stop to say hello when I�m in town to ask a friend if you�re around. But I promise I�m not too far when you�re alone in your brand new car driving your new black car into the rain Are you listening to the radio are you driving down a city road are you alone in your new black car I imagine you there. I�m sitting by the window here the morning birds will reappear and I feel empty our songs are on the radio you call me up but I have to go and I�m sorry angel. I�m sorry. but I�ll call you right back I swear you'll think I�ve left you there alone with an empty chair but I whisper your name Are you listening to the radio are you driving down a city road are you alone in your new black car I imagine you there. are you listening to the radio are you driving down a city road are you alone in your new black car the wind in your hair Are you tired of watching the rain hit the glass all alone but aware of the places we've passed together we were singing along to the songs are you now? are you now? I'm thinking of you in your college town are you thinking of me as you're driving around are you listening to me? are you listening? Are you listening to the radio are you driving down a city road are you alone in your new black car wind in your hair listening to the radio are you driving down a winding road are you alone in your new black car the wind in your hair alone in your new black car I imagine you there driving your new black car the wind in your hair Are you listening to the radio are you listening to the radio are you listening to the radio are you listening to the radio
Bed of Ashes
Do you hear those distant voices and sounds through the flames the deafening drone of these clanking machines in the lights it�s the same we're trying to free the sculpture from the stone we'll take the rhythm from the throne if the radio is dying listen to me won't you listen to me I don�t want to lie in a bed of ashes I don�t want to burn in a midnight sun I don�t want to know if the system crashes I don�t want to go if it�s just begun I don�t want to lie in a bed of ashes I don't want to burn in the midnight sun I sail gently over seas of the screams in a search for authenticity give it away until it stings someone�s piano never played someone�s savior never saved the radio from dying listen to me wont you listen to me I don�t want to lie in a bed of ashes I don�t want to burn in a midnight sun i don�t want to know if the system crashes I don�t want to go if it�s just begun I don�t want to lie in a bed of ashes I don�t want to burn in the midnight sun in the midnight sun I�ve convinced myself again that nothing�s real nothings real it's just drawn me inside or outside of the drama I dream of secrets and stories revealing, accusing to try to find.... meaning yeah yeah yeah yeah I dont want to lie in a bed of ashes I dont want to lie in a bed of ashes I dont want to lie in a bed of ashes I don't want to go i don't want to go I dont want to lie in a bed of ashes I dont want to lie in a bed of ashes now
Soldiers
Tell the world that I still burn tell the world that i'm still breathing tell your friends that I'm alright tell your friends that i am Jesus Christ if it makes them feel like dancing. Tonight the earth is getting thinner and the sky just won't hold still will I outlive another winter tell your friends that I will Lose myself like a child in the snow gentle steps so I won't fall below through the ground and this velvet sky somewhere else the armies pass me by Now soldiers call and soldiers fall your armies will never contain me tonight I shine tonight is mine the soldiers will never contain me Come on come on It's a natural progression into ourselves as we become this natural infection away from fear we're leading everyone into their fathers' corners corners yeah I see the insects closing in take a weapon we can kill every reason no one wins and tell your friends that i will Lose myself like a child in the snow gentle steps so I won't fall below through the ground and this velvet sky somewhere else the armies pass right by now soldiers fall and soldiers call your armies will never contain me tonight I shine tonight is mine and your armies will never contain me yeah hey hey hey come on, come on fall fall fall fall now soldiers fall and those soldiers crawl their armies will never touch me cause tonight i shine and this night is mine your armies will never contain me let the soldiers cry the soldiers die your armies just cannot touch me cause tonight I burn tonight I learn the soldiers will never contain me
Washed Away
There was blue green clay on the banks that day as we left the world behind it was upstream then like it's upstream now in this livelong outside there's a trestle across the water like my hands across that year for a moment the green was mine And our footsteps worn from years of rain and it held my hand like it holds my name and my childhood born and the difference the water washed away the water washed away I'm bruised and red from the pain of rock stepping stones until I fall and daggers when I land a roman candle in my hand was a weapon to the outside and I walked in my father's wake I prayed to a god to take the endlessness of those shores And our footseps worn from years of rain and he held my hand he still holds my name and my childhood born and the difference We let the water wash away the water washed away The water washed away the water washed away the water washed away the water took it all all away Those sacred trails by the waterside left to other souls(soles) without love or hate they're bleeding the everything they're soiling the brilliant green and I'm drowning for the water's sake our footsteps worn from years of rain and he held my hand and I still hold his name and my childhood born and the difference I let the water wash away The water washed away Let the water wash away I let the water wash away The water washed away Washed it all The water washed it all away I let the water wash away I let the water wash away The water washed away away Water washed it all away washed it all away away The water washed away the water washed away the water washed away take it all away all away There was blue green clay on the banks that day as we left the world behind

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Believe
The day god closed her eyes is the day my dad died.
(i guess i could write about that forever. Just when i think it's the last song...) My mom claims that she felt angels carry his soul through the window. I think that's the greatest story she has told me (although she's FULL of great stories). The first verse is about that, the rest of the song is about faith in general. About me being sick of being an aetheist, being sick of meaninglessness. But the rational part of me refuses to let the rest of me win. My entire life has been a 'faith crisis.'

the "it" in "now i want it back" is faith, to put it simply. faith in god, life, love, whatever.
even if everyone is a liar, as in, even if everything you hear and think about god isn't true, and life is completely meaningless,
it's still better to believe in something than to be unhappy and quiet (silent choir) without joy. right? that's what i'm wondering in the song, anyway. i chose the metaphor of a silent chior, because i think meaninglessness and non-belief is like silence of the soul. like a choir, the soul is something that is suppose to be filled with the noise of faith and life.
- Joe Hedges -

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Anything But Beautiful
Anything Beautiful is simply an observation - the world can be quite a depressing, ugly place. Originally the song had FIVE verses, but because of time, i was forced to cut it down to two, my favorite senarios. The first verse is about a girl committing suicide and the media's relentless attention to tragedy and ugliness (yes i'm guilty too). The second verse was inspired by a benefit show we played for a boy in a hospital bed (quite possibly the most depressing gig ever).The interlude (rap) is about me and my struggle with a belief in god and goodness in all of this shit.
- Joe Hedges -

Note:
This song was written well before the events of 9/11
- A.J. -

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Girlfriend
I was returning from New York City, around Christmas. My girlfriend was in town for the Holidays and I couldn't wait to get back to Cincinnati. Unfortunately, the plane from Newark to Cleveland was delayed because of rain, causing me to miss my connecting flight. The next plane to Dayton or Cincinnati wasn't until the following morning. Stranded in Cleveland and quite pissed off about it, i complained until the airline put me up in a hotel. There, i wrote "Girlfriend," mainly to cheer myself up. No, I didn't actually make any calls to the front desk, and they never put me through to Jesus Christ. But half of the song is true
- Joe Hedges -

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New Black Car
I'll give you three guesses what this is about. Right! It's about my girlfriend's New Black Car, a VW Jetta. She was so ecstatic about finally buying one, that i felt compelled to include it in a song. Call it a "new direction" for me lyrically, i guess, but i think it worked out pretty well.
- Joe Hedges -

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Bed Of Ashes
Bed of Ashes is a rant about meaning and music. I salvaged some lyrics from "July" to complete the song. (we're no longer playing July) The "clanking machines" described in verse one represent the depressing, soulless, predictable side of the music industry (and of the world for that matter). While worrying about contracts and money, it's easy to lose sight of the reason we started doing this in the first place- to affect people, to share feelings, thoughts, etc. I suppose the Bed of Ashes represents the loss of that purpose
- Joe Hedges -

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Soldiers
Soldiers is a heavier song. (heavier meaning loud and mean.) this song is pretty much in the same vein that Rise is. at least the second half is... the rest has a little more embroidery. i'll leave the first half completely open to interpretation. Soldiers are the people who will tell you you're crazy for following your dreams. "don't you know how many people have wasted away their lives with this band thing??" how many people have "wasted away" their lives expressing themselves, only to wind up helping and affecting tens of thousands of people with songs, poetry, art, stories, etc.? i would much rather be starving and happy with what i'm doing than bored and numb with a TV dinner. (not that a TV dinner wouldn't be nice occasionally... i am kind of hungry.)
- Joe Hedges -

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Washed Away
Washed Away is about the death of my dad. my father died of cancer when i was twelve. he was sick for several years, and just stopped fighting. i don't know exactly why i wrote it now. i am "over" it. as over it as one can be, anyway. i was thinking about it one day, and i just decided not to fight it. sometimes i worry that songs like these that are going to give me that "depressed self-pitying artist" type of image... but whatever. just trust me, i'm not asking for sympathy. the blue green clay can actually be found at Elk Creek, which runs through the other side of town. my dad took me there when i was a kid. i have fond memories of the creek. in the song, the water is a metaphor for ...life. and how it heals with time. washes away, and allows you to get on with things. i have not forgotten, or i wouldn't be writing about it. but i have accepted that it's a large part of who i am, and this song recognizes that.
- Joe Hedges -