Together they began working on four-track recordings aided by drum machines until they asked Chris Daly, previously the drummer for Texas Is the Reason, to join them. Daly created the name "Jets to Brazil" (perhaps taken from a poster seen in the film Breakfast at Tiffany's), and the band joined Jade Tree Records in 1997.
It was under Jade Tree that they recorded their first (and, following the successes of their previous bands, highly anticipated) album, Orange Rhyming Dictionary. Following its eventual success they went on to release Four Cornered Night, which introduced the fourth member of the band: former Van Pelt guitarist, Brian Maryansky. In 2002, Jets to Brazil launched their third — and what was to be final — album, Perfecting Loneliness. By 2003 the band had broken up, for unspecified reasons.
In The Summer's When You Really Know
Jets to Brazil Lyrics
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Come hell I'm your lover your man your friend your fair weather
It's a world stopped afternoon passion legs your wordless
All blue routes to your birth place chalk white wincing pretty in it
summer dress your hair's wet and gets into our kisses
Can you tell why my intentions always wind up near misses
There's a kindness in your smile but my sky plays fatal music
in the laze of a barefoot afternoon. what's a boy to do?
Sunday eyes, am I losing you? is the summer really through?
straps down and overtired if I had a favorite picture
I'd call it right now, uncertain, braced for your disaster
Summer gown were you sent down to wrestle me to reason
I'm a thrown fight in your favor I'll do everything but listen to you now
in the laze of an empty afternoon. it's all happening too soon.
Sunday eyes, am I losing you? say it isn't true.
in the summer you really know
That it doesn't feel like the summer so much anymore
But I keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
Over me over you over me
summer girl all summer long you know the winter's wrong
Southbound those motel towns can mend most broken mornings
There's citrus groves where no one knows the fruit of truth from evil
And a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here
there's an end but we don't get to choose. we can only lose.
If I cried a river just for you
Would you swim in it some sunny afternoon?
in the summer you'll really know
You're the only summer that I think I'll ever know
So I'll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
Over me over you over me
The song "In The Summer's When You Really Know" by Jets to Brazil is a nostalgic reflection on a past summer romance. The lyrics vividly describe the setting of a lazy summer afternoon, with images of tall grass, barefoot feet, and summer dresses. The singer is reminiscing about a love affair that took place during the summer, and is lamenting that it feels like summer has come to an end. The lyrics also touch on the complexity of the relationship, with the singer acknowledging that there were near misses and fatal music playing in the background.
The chorus provides the emotional crux of the song, with the singer declaring that "in the summer you really know / that it doesn't feel like the summer so much anymore." The repetition of this line underscores the bittersweet nature of the song, with the singer longing for a perfect summer that has already passed. Despite the sadness, there is also a sense of hopefulness in the lyrics, as the singer keeps trying to find the other person in their memories.
Overall, this song is a beautifully crafted meditation on the fleeting nature of summer love and the nostalgia that comes with remembering it.
Line by Line Meaning
In the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and I'm sweet nothings
In the heat of the day, lying in the tall grass, we enjoy a peaceful meal and whisper sweet nothings to each other.
Come hell I'm your lover your man your friend your fair weather
I'll be there for you through anything, rain or shine, as your lover, your partner, your friend, only when the weather is warm.
It's a world stopped afternoon passion legs your wordless
In the stillness of the afternoon, our passion is so intense that we can't even find words to express it.
All blue routes to your birth place chalk white wincing pretty in it
I dream of taking the blue roads to where you came from, with the white chalk lines wincing in beautiful agony underneath our wheels.
summer dress your hair's wet and gets into our kisses
Dressed in your summer attire, with wet hair, your strands get stuck between our kisses as we enjoy each other's company.
Can you tell why my intentions always wind up near misses
Do you understand why it always feels like I'm missing the mark with you, even though I mean well?
There's a kindness in your smile but my sky plays fatal music
Your smile is full of love and kindness, but my mind is stuck in a negative spiral, as if the music playing in my head is fatalistic.
There's the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished
We start off with great promises and potential, but often end up not following through and leaving things incomplete.
in the laze of a barefoot afternoon. what's a boy to do?
In the lazy heat of the day, with nothing to do, a boy wonders how to pass the time.
Sunday eyes, am I losing you? is the summer really through?
Your eyes have a Sunday afternoon warmth, but I'm worried about losing you. Is our summer together coming to an end?
straps down and overtired if I had a favorite picture
Frustrated and exhausted, with straps loosened, if I had to choose a favorite picture, it would be this moment, unsure and anticipating the worst.
I'd call it right now, uncertain, braced for your disaster
I would choose this moment, full of uncertainty and expecting the worst, preparing for the possible disaster that lies ahead.
Summer gown were you sent down to wrestle me to reason
Did you come down in your summer gown just to make me see reason in our relationship?
I'm a thrown fight in your favor I'll do everything but listen to you now
I'm putting up a fight for you, but everything I do is in your favor except for truly listening to you at the moment.
in the laze of an empty afternoon. it's all happening too soon.
In this uneventful afternoon, where nothing is happening, it feels like everything is moving too fast without giving us a chance to catch up.
Sunday eyes, am I losing you? say it isn't true.
Your eyes still have that same Sunday warmth, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm losing you. Please tell me it's not true.
in the summer you really know
It's only in the summer that you truly understand and feel the essence of what we have.
That it doesn't feel like the summer so much anymore
As the summer comes to a close, it's losing its essence and feeling less and less like the season of love.
But I keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
Despite the changing season, I keep searching for moments where I can see you smiling, because it makes everything worth it.
Over me over you over me
I see your smile and it reflects over me, making me smile, and it goes back and forth like a never-ending cycle.
summer girl all summer long you know the winter's wrong
You're my summer girl, and I know that anything that comes after that could never compare, because it's just wrong.
Southbound those motel towns can mend most broken mornings
Heading south, those roadside motel towns have a way of fixing even the most broken of mornings.
There's citrus groves where no one knows the fruit of truth from evil
In the midst of the citrus groves, no one can discern the difference between what is true and what is evil.
And a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here
Taking a long walk on a short pier doesn't have any deeper meaning, it's just a prelude to going swimming.
there's an end but we don't get to choose. we can only lose.
Everything comes to an eventual end, but we don't have the power to choose when that happens. All we can do is accept the loss.
If I cried a river just for you
If I shed enough tears to form a river, would it be enough to show you how much you mean to me?
Would you swim in it some sunny afternoon?
If I cried that river, would you be willing to swim in it, basked in the sun, and enjoy it together with me?
You're the only summer that I think I'll ever know
You represent the epitome of everything wonderful about the summer season, and I'll never experience another one like you in my life.
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Wasy35
Lovely tune, Blake is a lyrical genius.
A bee
I remember thinking "I typed for miles" was the end. This album surpassed it by miles, and this song really hits if you take a moment to listen. Further highlighting the brilliant writing that is a hallmark of Blake's career. Somewhere between Dylan and the Beatles to me, if I can take liberties. Thanks for posting
Germaine Smith
one of the best albums of all time, hands down. this is what happend in the 90's. genuine talent = genuine music. you can thank the people who were a part of this movement for the creation of indie labels and a revival of sincere, organic artistic expression.
Boredom Ensues
Might be one of my favorite songs. I've listened to it so many times, so nice and breezy.
Ashley Straughan
Me too. This song hits me hard with a wave of nostalgia. Every damn summer.
slowfaller
One of my favorites off this album, thanks for posting!
florentina rosca
this is a blessing of a song! been in love with it for an eternity now!!!!
Germaine Smith
one of the best album all time, hands down. this is what happend in the 90's. genuine talent = genuine music. you can thank this movement for the creation of indie labels and full and sincere artistic expression.
Sea Change
Im usually not into pop rock music, but this band is brilliant. The lyrics are some of the best and it is a shame they only ever reached underground highs. This is the perfect brand of rock that bands like Coldplay wish they could even half-attain in the course of their careers.
Elk
Ironically found this while listening to emo.
I'm talking about the REAL emo, like sunny day real estate, not the edgy sceaming shit that people call emo, despite it being a completely different genre.