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    Matt and I have been listening to the new Jars of Clay album for he past few day. Most of you know that Matt's general disdain for current artists relaxes for precious few exceptions, and Jars is one of these. For me, theirs was the first album I loved when I forayed into the oft-heinous world of Christian music. We both love Jars, especially if i left the zoo and who we are instead.

    Anyway, the preliminary report is positive but guarded. There are some real winners in this album, but the album on the whole is, so far, less than extraordinary. It does not have the cohesive narrative of some of their albums, and the songs don't feel as original. Some of the songs even seem derived not-too-subtly from other artists' styles (for instance, Light Gives Heat sounds a good deal like early Peter Gabriel). This is not neccesarily a defeat, but is different than the original Jars sound I have grown to love.

    Anyway, here are some lyrics from the songs we like so far:

    "There are times meant for breaking
    And words to ignore
    And a bent to our souls
    When our skin is at war
    If leaving were freedom
    Well, we'd both walk right out of that door
    Maybe we can stay
    'Til the last drop of water flows under the bridge"


    "I'm feeling older than my years
    I'm feeling pain inside my chest
    It's love that keeps me silent
    It's my silence that you detest
    Rivers flow into the oceans
    And oceans never fill
    I want to kiss your lips, but I know I never will"


    "Around the ceiling of the heart
    Is where we feel the things that send us away
    To where the blind can see the stars
    So do you see the stars, do you see the stars?"


    "Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
    All the times I thought to reach up
    All the times I had to give
    Babies underneath their beds
    Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
    All the comforts of cathedrals
    All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance"