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The Sunrise Over The Hill

by The Jobs

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The song in a way resembles an internal film reel; at times lyrically chaotic, the words are analogous to an individual's never-ending search for self-betterment. The song arrangement is intended to simulate mind racing introspection; more specifically it represents a longing for mental asylum that collides with, on a macro level, a world in which the individual largely is unable to exercise control. Pulsing through the song's stinging self-reflection and at times, self-condemnation, is a small aperture of optimism. Small shards of confidence and expectation begin to manifest, mirrored musically by the instrumentation from the bridge all the way through to the coda. Metaphorically, 2020 is the perfect easel for “The Sunrise Over The Hill.”

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I'm counting the cracks and I'm counting the seams
I'm opening eyes with the things I'm teaching
And I will never come to this
When I woke up this morning I smelled bliss

The sun peered in and I looked outside
I looked a hummingbird right in her eye
And she will never sing her song
About how she fell from a nest built so strong

I wrote a multi-volume narrative
Containing reasons for the lives we live
It corresponded with the things I've lost
I've been frugal but I've paid the costs

The aura from the city makes me eclectic
Numerous buildings tall, symmetrical
I've been to slums and I've seen the streets
In tenant houses, kids have dirty feet

Another politic's guilt, they still don't repent
Our minds are controlled by the dollars and cents
Breathing in what your body puts out
In the soup line, there's always another mouth

The trains arrive and the people go by
The air was wet and the ground was dry
Sometimes the hardest things will come
At a point in life when your legs won't run

Measuring signs all across the state
Walking in patterns one can't calculate
You have your beliefs but they start to abate
You swear you love him, but you still hesitate

Often service can be spread so thin
Then why is it based on the color of skin?
From time to time, I wish I painted
To let the brush describe the me I hate

Extensive details can be heard in my head
It's just an excuse to not get out of the bed
This is caused from a lack of motivation
A supplement of a lack of sensation
I will see you in the news.

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released October 15, 2020
Trevor Meyer
Thomas Heun
Marc Barone
Mark Whelan

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The Jobs Cleveland, Ohio

Trevor and Tom have played music for years. Joined by bassist, Marc and drummer, Jon; we blend alt rock with surf, punk, and emo. Melodies are rooted in pop. Influences draw from travel, the sea, storytelling, loss and perseverance. Packing in a love for brit rock, we remain process-driven and focused on flow. We're committed to innovation and navigating the 2020 musical landscape and beyond. ... more

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