{"id":1092,"date":"2016-08-25T19:23:52","date_gmt":"2016-08-26T00:23:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jarchives.com\/site\/?page_id=1092"},"modified":"2016-08-26T13:46:18","modified_gmt":"2016-08-26T18:46:18","slug":"frail-liner-notes-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/jarchives.com\/site\/frail-liner-notes-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Frail: Liner Notes & Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Frail
\nNavigation:<\/strong><\/p>\n

    \n
  1. About the Album<\/a><\/li>\n
  2. Liner Notes & Lyrics<\/a><\/li>\n
  3. The Missing Jar: Matt Bronleewe<\/a><\/li>\n
  4. The Black Ring: Fake Frails<\/a><\/li>\n
  5. Media<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    LINER NOTES:<\/strong>
    \n    \"Liner<\/a><\/p>\n

    *Jars of Clay*<\/strong>
    \nDan Haseltine: Vocals, Keyboards
    \nSteve Mason: Guitars, bgv, bass, sampling
    \nCharlie Lowell: Keyboards
    \nMatt Bronleewe: Guitars<\/p>\n

    Jars of Thanks: (in no particular order)<\/strong>
    \nOur Lord and Savior, our parents and families, Larry Albers, Virginia Peters, Warren Petit, Jack Ballaro, Joe and Miriam Porter, Greenville College, Sarah Brown, Kerri Kensling, Mike Scanland, Kim Morgan, Kurweil, Tim Erwin, Stephen Leiweke, Korg, Karen Swanson, Steve and Carie, Cheryl Masloski, Code of Ethics, Brian McDonough, McMurray’s Music – St. Louis, Curious George, Da Big Blue House, the Underground \/ Cafe, Pogosticks everywhere, “Strong coffee, good coffee”…<\/p>\n

    Produced by:<\/strong>
    \nTim Erwin, Stephen Leiweke, Jars of Clay<\/p>\n

    Engineered by:<\/strong>
    \nCharlie Lowell except “Fade to Grey” by Joe Porter and Charlie Lowell<\/p>\n

    Mac Editing and Mastering:<\/strong>
    \nStephen “Crashdog” Leiweke<\/p>\n

    Artwork:<\/strong>
    \nVirginia Peters<\/p>\n

    Photography:<\/strong>
    \nSeth Carrington
    \nJoe Silvey
    \nBrade Rose Berry<\/p>\n

    Credits:<\/strong>
    \nChild samples on “Like a Child” by Alissa and Amanda Duvall
    \nTim Erwin sang heavenly oohs on “Love Song…”
    \nBrian McDonough played drums on “Liquid”
    \nJeremy Bose played recorder on “Like a Child”
    \nBridget Wintermann played violin on “Like a Child”
    \nJoe Porter played shaker + tambourine on “Fade to Grey”
    \nConcept for Liquide inspired by Josh Cougle
    \nBeats by DJ*Mind*Dub (Tim Hiber)<\/p>\n

    II Corinthians 4:7-11:<\/strong>
    \n“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on everys ide, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body, for we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body.”<\/p>\n

    LYRICS<\/strong><\/p>\n

    Liquid<\/strong>
    \narms nailed down
    \nare you telling me something
    \neyes turned out
    \nare you looking for someone<\/p>\n

    this is the one thing
    \nthe one thing that I know<\/em><\/p>\n

    blood-stained brow
    \nare you dying for nothing
    \nflesh and blood
    \nis it so elemental<\/p>\n

    blood-stained brow
    \nhe wasn’t broken for nothing
    \narms nailed down
    \nhe didn’t die for nothing<\/p>\n

    Boy on a String (Sunflower Song)<\/strong>
    \nthe marionetter has your number
    \npulling your arms and legs
    \n’til you can’t stand on your own
    \ndragging your conscience on the stage
    \nand your heart gets rearranged
    \nand you cannot tell your mentor from your maker<\/p>\n

    look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
    \nover the way you entertain at beck and call
    \nthey don’t see behind the lights
    \nor the painted backgrounds
    \nthey just like to see you fall<\/p>\n

    but you don’t really mind
    \n’cause you’re just wasting time
    \nyou can’t feel anything
    \nyou’re a boy on a string<\/em><\/p>\n

    i feel a sadness like gapetto
    \nwatching the life that he created run away
    \nseeing the puppeteer’s intrusion
    \nand holding the remains
    \nof puppets that had rotted away
    \none day the curtain will not open
    \nand all of the crowds will go away
    \nsomeday those strings will choke you
    \nbut until that day<\/p>\n

    Art in Me<\/strong>
    \nimages on the sidewalk speak of dream’s decent
    \nwashed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
    \ndirty canvases to call my own
    \nprotest limericks carved by the old pay phone<\/p>\n

    in your picture book i’m trying hard to see
    \nturning endless pages of this tragedy
    \nsculpting every move you compose a symphony
    \nyou plead to everyone, see the art in me<\/em><\/p>\n

    broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
    \ntales of broken souls, an eternity’s been won
    \nas critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
    \nmy eyes are drawn to you in awe once again<\/p>\n

    He<\/strong>
    \ndon’t try to reach me
    \ni’m already dead
    \nthe pain when it grips me
    \nfor things that i’ve done
    \nwell, i try to make you proud
    \nbut for crying out loud
    \njust give me a chance to hide away
    \nexhaustion takes over
    \nwill this someday be over<\/p>\n

    fearful tears are running down
    \nthe pain you’ve laid don’t speak a sound
    \ndon’t take my heart away from me
    \nand they think i fell down<\/em><\/p>\n

    daddy, don’t you love me
    \nthen why do you hit me
    \nand, mama, don’t you love me
    \nthen why do you hurt me
    \nwell, i try to make you proud
    \nbut for crying out loud
    \njust give me a chance to hide away
    \nexhaustion takes over
    \nwill this someday be over<\/p>\n

    a teardrop falls
    \nfrom up in the heavens
    \ndrowning the sorrow
    \nof angels on high
    \nfor the least of the helpless
    \nthe hopeless, the loveless
    \nmy Jesus, his children
    \nhe holds in his eyes<\/p>\n

    Fade to Grey<\/strong>
    \nno, it’s not hard to know what you’re thinking
    \nwhen you look down on me now
    \nyour trance of love is seeking
    \nto turn this world around
    \nbut in my state of blind confusion
    \nno god can pull me out
    \ni see your love is willing
    \nto turn me inside out<\/p>\n

    and then i see you there
    \nwith your arms open wide
    \nand you try to embrace me
    \nthese lonely tears i cry
    \nthey keep me in chains
    \nand i wish they’d release me
    \ncold is the night
    \nbut colder still is the heart
    \nmade of stone, turned from clay
    \nand if you follow me
    \nyou’ll see all the black
    \nall the white fade to grey<\/em><\/p>\n

    spinning, twisted, ignorant bliss
    \nfalling farther out of grace
    \ncrawling closer to the dust
    \nwon’t you save me from myself<\/p>\n

    Frail<\/strong>
    \n[Instrumental]<\/p>\n

    Like a Child<\/strong>
    \ndear God, surround me as I speak
    \nthe bridges that I walk across are weak
    \nfrustrations fill the void that I can’t solely bear
    \ndear God, don’t let me fall apart
    \nyou’ve held me close to you
    \ni have turned away and searched
    \nfor answers i can’t understand<\/p>\n

    they say that i can move the mountains
    \nand send them falling to the sea
    \nthey say that i can walk on water
    \nif i would follow and believe
    \nwith faith like a child<\/em><\/p>\n

    sometimes, when i feel miles away
    \nand my eyes can’t see your face
    \ni wonder if I’ve grown to lose the recklessness
    \ni walked in light of you<\/p>\n

    [“i’ve got joy like a fountain”
    \n“be kind one to the other”
    \n“in Jesus Christ your son”]<\/p>\n

    Love Song for a Savior<\/strong>
    \nin open fields of wild flowers
    \nshe breathes the air and flies away
    \nshe thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
    \nin no simple language
    \nsomeday she’ll understand the meaning of it all
    \nhe’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
    \nas close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
    \nsomeday she’ll trust him and learn how to see him
    \nsomeday he’ll call her and she will come running
    \nand fall in his arms
    \nand the tears will fall down and she’ll pray<\/p>\n

    i want to fall in love with you<\/em><\/p>\n

    sitting silent wearing sunday best
    \nthe sermon echoes through the walls
    \na great salvation through it calls to the people
    \nwho stare into nowhere
    \nand can’t feel the chains on their souls<\/p>\n

    it seems too easy to call you “Savior”
    \nnot close enough to call you “God”
    \nso as i sit and think of words i can mention
    \nto show my devotion<\/p>\n

    he’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
    \nas close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
    \nsomeday we’ll trust him and learn how to see him
    \nsomeday he’ll call us and we will come running
    \nand fall in his arms
    \nand the tears will fall down and we’ll pray
    \ni want to fall in love with you<\/p>\n

    my heart beats for you<\/p>\n

    Four Seven<\/strong>
    \nwe have this treasure
    \nin earthen vessels
    \nto show that this power
    \nis from God, and not from us
    \n
    \nAll songs written by an Haseltine, Matt Odmark, Steve Mason, Charlie Lowell, Matt Bronleewe<\/span>
    \n Copyright 1994 BridgeBuilding Music (BMI)\/ Pogostick Music (BMI)\/Songs from the Farm\/Longitude Music (BMI). All rights reserved.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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