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: A picture of a child groom on the bedside
The flicker from a half lit chandelier
Souvenirs from hell and Pennsylvania
The vows of London Tower that got us here

Look but don't touch, hurt but don't cry
Break out of these cages, but never fly, never fly

How much farther out?
Be careful what you wish for
How much farther out?
Be careful what you wish for

Gather up the hearts that bleed without you
Take the color from the sky that frames your eyes
Break the walls keeping you inside you
Catch the parachutes that fill the sky

Look but don't touch, hurt but don't cry
Break out of these cages and never fly, never fly

How much farther out?
Be careful what you wish for
How much farther out?
Be careful what you wish for

Look but don't touch, hurt but don't cry
Break out of these cages and never fly, never fly

Plant another dream down by the lakeside
Leave the rest in boxes for the past
Some would say that we were young in hours
Everyone believed that this would last

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