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The Beautiful Letdown
Learning To Breathe
New Way To Be Human
The Legend Of Chin
The Beautiful Letdown
Album Details

Songlist:

  1. Meant to Live
  2. This Is Your Life
  3. More Than Fine
  4. Ammunition
  5. Dare You To Move
  6. Redemption
  7. The Beautiful Letdown
  8. Gone
  9. On Fire
  10. Adding To The Noise
  11. Twenty-Four

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Lyrics:
 
Meant To Live
Fumbling his confidence and wondering
Why the world has passed him by.
Hoping that he's bent for more
Than arguments and failed attempts to fly.
(chorus)
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside.

Dreaming about providence and
Whether mice and men have second tries.
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open,
Maybe we've bent and broken.

 
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life.
We were meant to live
 
 
This Is Your Life
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes,
This is your life.
And today is all you've got now.
And today is all you'll ever have.
Don't close your eyes.
(chorus)
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed
That it would be when the world was younger,
And you had everything to lose?

Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over.
(chorus)
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
 
 
More Than Fine
When I wake in the morning
I want to blow into pieces.
I want more than just okay, more than just okay.

When I'm up with the sunshine,
I want more than just a good time
I want more than just okay, more than just okay.

I'm not givin' up, givin' up now.
I'm not givin' up, not backing down.
(chorus)
More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just okay.

When I'm up with the sunrise,
I want more than just the blue skies
I want more than just okay, more than just okay
(chorus)
More than oceans away from the dawn
More than oceans away from who we are.
More than oceans, more than oceans
More than fine.
 
Ammunition
Blame it on what you've been though
Blame it on what you're into
Blame it on your religions
Blame it on politicians

We've been blowing up
We're the issue
It's our condition

We've been blowing up
We're the issue
Our detonation
(chorus)
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition.

I have no generation
Show me my motivation
One world one desperation
One hope and one salvation
(chorus)
Look what a mess we've made of love
Look what a mess we've made,
We've got ourselves to blame
Look what a bomb we've made of love.
 
 
Dare You To Move
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
(chorus)
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
(chorus)
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
 
Redemption
Four A.M., two hours to go
I'm wearing out a lonely glow.
I miss you more than I could know
Here I am, here I am,
won't you get me?
(chorus)
I've got my hand in redemption's side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine.
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
And I'll come alive.

With my fist down at Your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete here I am, here I am,
won't you get me?
(chorus)
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me.
 
 
The Beautiful Letdown
It was a beautiful letdown
When I crashed and burned
When I found myself alone, unknown and
Hurt.

It was a beautiful letdown
The day I knew
That all the riches this world had to offer me
Would never do.

In a world full of bitter pain
And bitter doubt
I was trying so hard to fit in,
Until I found out

I don't belong here
I don't belong here
I will carry a cross and a song where I don't belong.

It was a beautiful letdown
When You found me here
And for once in a rare blue moon
I see everything clear

I'll be a beautiful letdown
That's what I'll forever be
And though it may cost my soul
I'll sing for free.

We're still chasing our tails
And the rising sun
And our dark water planet
Still spins in a race
Where no one wins
And no one's one.

I don't belong here
I don't belong here
I'm gonna set sight
and set sail for the kingdom come.
Your kingdom come.
Won't you let me down!
Let my foolish pride forever let me down.

Easy living, you're not much like your name
Easy dying, you look just about the same.
Would you please take me off your list?
Easy living, please come on and let me down.

What a beautiful letdown
painfully uncool
the church of the drop outs, the losers,
the sinners, the failures, and the fools.
What a beautiful letdown
are we salt in the wound?
Let us sing one true tune.
 
Gone
She told him she'd rather fix her makeup
Than try and fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
Even with the cell phone gone.

She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down.

Don't say so long, you're not that far gone.
Don't spin today away, 'cause today will soon be

Gone, like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
Just try and prove me wrong and
  pretend like you're immortal.

She said, he said, live like no tomorrow
Everyday we borrow brings us
One step closer to the edge. Infinity.
Where's your treasure, where's your hope,
If you get the world and lose your soul?
She pretends like she pretends like
  she's immortal.

Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrong
This could be your big chance to make-up
Today will soon be

Gone, like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You're going, going,
Gone, like summer break is gone,
Like Saturday is gone
Just try and prove me wrong and
  pretend like you're immortal.

We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
And we pretend like we're immortal.
We are so confident in our accomplishments
Look at our decadence.

Gone, like Frank Sinatra, like Elvis and his mom,
Like Al Pacino's cash, nothing lasts in this life
Gone, my High School dreams are gone,
My childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long.

Life is more than money, time was never money
Time was never cash, life is still more than girls.
Life is more than hundred dollar bills and
  roto-tom fills,
Life is more than fame and rock and roll and thrills.
All the riches of the kings end up in will
We've got information in the information age
But do we know what life is outside of our
convenient Lexus cages?

She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every moment that we borrow brings us closer
To a God who's never been short of cash
Hey Bono, I'm glad you asked.
Life is still worth living, life is more than we are.
 
 
On Fire
They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you need to leave.
They tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be.

But everything inside you
Knows there's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words
(chorus)
And you're on fire
When He's near you
You're on fire when He speaks
You're on fire burning at these mysteries.

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see.
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be near You.

When everything inside me
Looks like everything I hat
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take
(chorus2)
And I'm on fire when You're near me
I'm on fire when You speak
I'm on fire burning at these mysteries

I'm standing on the edge of me,
I'm standing on the edge of everything I've ever been
And I've been standing at the edge of me, standing
At the edge
 
 
Twenty-Four
Twenty-four oceans, twenty-four skies,
Twenty-four failures in twenty-four tries.
Twenty-four finds me in twenty-fourth place,
With twenty-four dropouts at the end of the day.
(chorus)
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago.
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms
with You.
And I'm not who I thought I was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms
With You.

Twenty-four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty-four strong.
(chorus)
But see I'm not coping out
When You're raising the dead in me

Oh, I am the second man
Oh, I am the second man now
Oh, I am the second man now

And You're raising these twenty-four voices
With twenty-four hearts
With all of my symphonies in twenty-four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true

I want to see miracles
To see the world change
I wrestled the angel
For more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
Singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me

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Song Explanations:
 
Meant To Live
A while back I read a TS Elliot poem called "The Hollow Men." The imagery in the poem continues to haunt me: "we are the hollow men/ we are the stuffed men..." I look at our planet and I see a horrible, beautiful world... where love and hate breathe the same air. This is where we wake up everyday; this is where we live. Maybe the kid in the song is me, hoping that I'm bent for more than arguments and failed attempts to fly. Something deep inside of me yearns for the beautiful, the true. I want more than what I've been sold; I want to live life.
This Is Your Life
Music holds her cards close to her chest; she always maintains the element of mystery. Sometimes everything feels so right and you can't explain why. This album felt that way for us. We only spent around two weeks in the studio but I wouldn't have spent another minute. This tune is a good example of the mystery of sound. We started messing around at my house with different low-end synths and lo-fi beats and this mellow acoustic song became transformed. I'm not quite sure how we got here but I'm glad that the song arrived.

I flew out to South Beach in Florida, (where Tom Lord-Alge's studio is) to be a part of the mixing process for this track. We could only afford one ticket so I went solo. Stayed at a funky hotel a few blocks from the beach, delirious from red eye flying (and a crazy conversation with the cab driver), watching a guy I've never met mix our song.  I remember thinking, "This is crazy. This is my life!?" Sometimes the simplest questions are the hardest to answer; kind of like the way the night sky can still shake me up.
 
More Than Fine
I spent much of my childhood watching surf videos, fixing dings, and looking for waves. Taylor Steele's videos were always supercharged with a punk rock soundtrack that would fuel your next surf, becoming the background music of my high school years. Several of the short-lived garage bands that I was in wanted to play only punk covers. But I never really wanted to be punk rock; I just liked the energy in the music. I think part of what attracted me to bands like Op Ivy and Minor Threat was their commitment to change. But so much of what I hear today is content with things the way they are. I feel like contentment can be a dangerous thing in the wrong hands. Now is the time to change. If punk is dead (and I'm not talking about whether it sells!), maybe this is a punk tune disguised as pop.
 
Ammunition
Einstein said, "Without belief in the inner harmony of the world there would be no science." Maybe. I say without the dissonance of our modern age there would be no rock and roll. There lies the tension:  between the harmony and the dissonance. We're the problem, we're the issue. I can pin the blame on whomever I want but the mirror still points my direction. This is a tune that really feels great to play live:  step on a distortion pedal and scream about the dissonance.
 
Dare You To Move
I love to write songs; I've been at it since I could reach the piano. It's one of my favorite ways to pass the time. Music helps me sort out who I am so my songs usually end up being somewhat autobiographical. I've always felt the deepest connection with honest songs so I try to write with sincerity. This song is an attempt to honestly face the gap between who I am and who I want to be; between the way the world spins and the way it should be. I've heard that we only use a small part of our brain. Maybe our soul is the same way. And maybe we're half asleep most of our lives, simply reacting to the stimulus our brain receives. Action, true action is rare indeed.
 
Redemption
4 AM is a great time of night. The day before is long dead but the morning is yet to come. All the commotion from the night before has died down and every sane upstanding citizen is asleep. It's a great time to go for a walk. You've got the planet to yourself for an hour or so, so peaceful... even the stars look different: waiting for the dawn. I feel the same way that the stars do sometimes. Anticipating... the night is nearly over, the day is almost here.
 
The Beautiful Letdown
Physics tells us that everything on this planet will fail us eventually. Trust someone, fall in love: your scars will tell the same story. Entropy, pain, beauty, love, hope... mix them together and call it living. The choice that remains is where we go to find meaning and truth. The biggest failures and disappointments in my life have led me to look beyond what money or power or friends can buy. When you're face down at the very bottom of who you are, and there is no formality or pretence to cling to, all your masks fall off. In this broken place, our lives can be seen for what they are, no more no less; we are ourselves. The question is this: What happens after the twin towers in our lives fall? Do we become bitter and hateful or does redemption come into focus? I've been on both sides...only one is beautiful.
 
Gone
When we're not on the road, we spend a lot of time working on the next batch. After the song is written, we try and figure it out: fooling around with different arrangements, different sounds... messing around with electricity so to speak. The voice at the beginning of the song is off of my answering machine, (which by the way, can be a great thing to record; I record my answering machine often) We chopped up the message and threw it in. Actually, come to think of it, I don't think my friend has heard the tune yet! Anyways, to sum up what the song is about: it's a fun, catchy tune about how we're all going to die someday! Life is so short, live well.
 
On Fire
Daniel Heavenward, a friend of mine from Canada, came out to California and stayed at my place for a day. We went out for pizza, wrote a couple Remy Zero-ish songs, and called it a night. In the morning, about an hour before I was going to drop him off at the train station, this song flew out. We threw it down, I burned a CD for Dan and we raced to the station. This song is so personal- it feels great to play live. On a good night, I feel like I can just throw myself into this song and drift off over the crowd through the PA.
 
Adding To The Noise
Being on tour is totally different speed. Hurry up and wait... lots of time in planes, trains, and automobiles.  You find yourself leaving cities that you never really saw. The funniest part is that we rarely get to play as a band on the road. You spend all your time getting there, setting up, and tearing down. So the show and the sound check, (if you get one) become your only chances to practice and work on new ideas as a band. The rest of the time you find yourself waiting around looking at cold pizza and an accoustic guitar that's got 4 strings, which is a great time to write a song. I think I wrote this one somewhere near Dallas. Four strings is enough for rock and roll...
 
Twenty-Four
I wrote this song near the end of my 24th year on this planet. Wherever we run, wherever the sun finds us when he rises, we remain stuck with ourselves. That can be overwhelming. Sometimes I feel like my soul is polluted with politicians, each with a different point of view. With all 24 of them in disagreement, each voice is yelling to be heard. And so I am divided against myself. I feel that I am a hypocrite until I am one, when all of the yelling inside of me dies down. I've heard that the truth will set you free. That's what I'm living for: freedom of spirit. I find unity and peace in none of the diversions that this world offers. But I've seen glimpses of truth and that's where I want to run.
 
Explanations by Jon Foreman
Provided by Learning 2 Breathe