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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

Just Like The Cold
Jets Under Fire Lyrics

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I was told
Head for the summer
Where the leaves will hold
I was sure
All of my hopes
Would soon come forth

But they were gone

Just like the cold
And I was standing alone

I push and pull
I feel just like a fool
I work my hands
But it's not enough
It's not enough

Another year
Tell me what's happened
Because it isn't clear
I have ran
Hour on hour
In the sinking sand

And though I run
Time carries on
But I'm just hoping for air

I push and pull
I feel just like a fool
I work my hands
But it's not enough
It's not enough

Well what's the point
If I'm not reaching up
Well here we are
Sometimes near
Sometimes far
Hard in our hearts

Let's push and pull
Let's go act like we're fools

Just hold my hand
Baby let's stand

Overall Meaning

The song "Just Like The Cold" by Jets Under Fire talks about the struggle of hopelessness and pushing oneself to achieve something that seems to be out of reach. The lyrics paint a picture of a person who had hoped for a better future but was disappointed as their dreams disappeared, leaving them standing alone like the cold. The singer talks about the frustration of working hard but not getting the desired results. The lyrics show the struggle to keep going, yet still feeling like a fool, knowing that it's not enough. The singer also talks about the passing of time and the hope for something better.

Overall, "Just Like The Cold" is a deeply reflective song that expresses the struggle of achieving success in life, the disappointment of failed efforts, and the frustration that comes with not seeing the desired results even after putting in hard work. The song encourages listeners to keep going, even when it feels like there is no hope. It reminds us to hold onto hope and to keep pushing for our dreams.

Line by Line Meaning

I was told
Someone advised me

Head for the summer
Go to a better place, where life is easier

Where the leaves will hold
To a place where there is hope for life

I was sure
I had firm belief

All of my hopes
Everything I expected to achieve

Would soon come forth
Will eventually happen according to my expectations

But they were gone
But my hopes vanished

Just like the cold
Just as winter comes and goes suddenly

And I was standing alone
All alone in the midst of the vanished hope

I push and pull
Struggling to get a grip

I feel just like a fool
Feeling foolish while trying to achieve something impossible