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Ranging from tender to anthemic, Jets Under Fire’s sensibility and melodic, piano-driven style will definitely garner them comparisons to brit sensations like Keane, Travis, and the Verve. However, the band’s music is also shaped by Smashing Pumpkins, The Beatles, and the Beach Boys.
That being said, just one listen to their third release, Kingdoms, makes it obvious the band is informed by their influences, not confined. Built around Jason Poe’s emotive vocals, Jets Under Fire’s songs are unflinchingly introspective and penetratingly beautiful. What’s more is that Poe has that rare ability to suck the audience into his world, making it all but impossible not to hang silently on every note at one of their dramatic live performances. Poe’s delivery of lyrics like “Baby, I feel just like a fool,” and “All I need is a piece of solid ground,” is so honest and devoid of posturing that before you know it you’ve dug up these feelings and you’re experiencing them as you listen. This phenomenon is obvious to anybody who has ever seen the band live. It’s not uncommon to hear total silence when the band drops away during a bridge leaving only Poe’s words sung in his unmistakable, heartbreaking way. And in a city where people see live music to catch up with wayward friends, make new ones, and generally socialize, that speaks volumes about the band’s connection with its fans. Great songwriting, showmanship, and good old-fashioned hard work have done much to create the loyal fan base they now boast, but it’s Jason Poe’s ability to really make you experience the world through him that makes Jets Under Fire so hard to dismiss as just another brit pop band.

Jets Under Fire began as the solo project of Jason Poe, front man for The Professional Americans. The project started as a fit of creative fury after a job loss in 2002 and progressed slowly over the next three years. First came the Dave Bazan-inspired Promises, which was written as a linear concept album in 2002 and recorded in a small storm shelter in Southwest Missouri two years later. Poe’s bitter sweet melodies and emotive lyrics exploring the ideas of self-righteousness and forgiveness helped create a small but loyal fan base after the record was released the same year.

Jets Under Fire’s second release, The Winter EP, came in December 2004 and showcased a much more complete adaptation of Poe’s vision. Unlike the quiet, acoustic reverie of Promises, the new work was piano-driven and included a full band. Though some of the songs still boasted the quiet side of Jets Under Fire fans had come to love, the more bombastic tunes like All the Sad Songs and the fact that Poe played all the instruments, produced, and recorded the EP himself, garnered him a new level respect from his peers. In July 2005, Jason's full-time band, The Professional Americans, relocated to Austin, TX to try their luck in the legendary music scene. Despite promising label interest, The Professional Americans began to suffer from a lack of solidarity and within a year the members had gone their separate ways. Poe no longer had any reason to ignore the momentum Jets Under Fire had gained over the last three years and he set out to put together a set of players that could bring his music to life. Featuring drummer Corbin Petersen (formally of The Professional Americans) and bass player Todd Meador (formally of Cord), Jets Under Fire is now a recognizable name in the Austin music scene and is poised to go much, much further.

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Band Members:
Jason Poe - Vocals/Guitar
Corbin Petersen - Drums/Vocals
Todd Meador- Bass/Vocals
Stu Smtih-Guitar

Circles
Jets Under Fire Lyrics

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When does it end
And when did it begin
The feeling that life is just passing

Wake up to see
The snowflakes in the trees
Quickly turn to summer and

Spring is here
It's another year

I've been running in circles
And I can't stop
I'll keep running in circles
Until my days retire
Until the day I die

How did I see
And when did I believe
The fact that I keep getting older

Minutes and days
They all become a haze
And I keep losing pieces of

Youth it's gone
Time keeps moving on

I've been running in circles
And I can't stop
I'll keep running in circles
Until my days retire
Until the day I die

All this moving back and forth
It hurts
Back and forth
Back and forth

I've been running in circles
And I can't stop
I'll keep running in circles

Until my days retire
Until the day I die

Overall Meaning

In the song "Circles," the artist Jets Under Fire contemplates the passing of time and the feeling that life is just passing by. The first verse poses a rhetorical question about the beginning and end of our lives while simultaneously portraying the passing of the seasons. The second verse reflects on how quickly time can slip away and how our youth is lost as time moves on. The chorus serves as a haunting reminder about how we often find ourselves trapped in a never-ending cycle of running in circles, unable to escape the passage of time. The repetition of the phrase "running in circles" helps to emphasize the feeling of aimlessness and futility that the artist is experiencing.

The bridge of the song, with its repetition of "back and forth," seems to express frustration and the thought of being stuck in a cycle. The artist is asking when they will be able to break free from this pattern and finally come to a stop. However, the song ends on a resigned note, with the artist accepting that they will continue running in circles until their dying day. Overall, "Circles" is a reflection on the fleeting nature of time and the difficulty of escaping the cyclical nature of life.

Line by Line Meaning

When does it end
Questioning when the feeling of life passing will stop

And when did it begin
Wondering when this feeling began

The feeling that life is just passing
The sensation that life is quickly slipping away

Wake up to see
Realize and witness

The snowflakes in the trees
The beauty of winter's falling snow

Quickly turn to summer and
Fast forward to warmer days

Spring is here
Transitioning into a new year's season

It's another year
Another cycle of time passing

I've been running in circles
Feeling trapped in repetitive daily routines

And I can't stop
Unable to break the cycle

I'll keep running in circles
Continuing to feel trapped