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At the End of the World

by The Jet Age

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At the end of the world you will be in my arms, and say, “No one promised us another day.” We’re shelter amidst the sounding alarm, as history finally washes us away. Because I can’t turn the tide, and I can’t light the sun, and I can’t change the minds of those who don’t know what it means to care, with no reason to grow old. As we wait for the dark, I pray to the light. Pray that there’s life beyond life. Once we spoke about how it might end. Back then we had hope-- I want to hope again.
2.
Sun sets and the shadows lengthen and I don’t know if we can stay ahead. All around us the snow banks crumble; it’s a miracle we’re not dead. “Dead!” “Dead!” it’s all I can think of, the more I love the more I fear. I’m clutching so gracelessly at everything that I hold dear. I’m learning to let go Take deep breaths and I’ll fall like snow into a sleep like I’ve never known. The ice is cracked from the start, we’ve got to jump the floes. Inexorably we’re pulled apart, but how it ends, everyone knows. “Disaster!” “Disaster!” it’s all I can think of, the more I love the more I fear. I’m clutching so gracelessly at everything that I hold dear.
3.
I had a dream it was OK, everything was gonna be alright. My kids were grown and happy, and I still slept with my beautiful wife. No one else was crying. And no one else was dying. My fears were left lying in the ashes of the world I knew. It could all come true, but it was just a dream. There are children who still need us, and voices that haven’t carried. And if it isn’t hope that feeds us, then let us live in a world that’s wary. So no one else is crying. And no one else is dying. And I can leave my dread lying in the ashes of the world I knew. It could all come true, but it was just a dream.
4.
Caught in a maelstrom, just trying to stay calm you tied yourself to the mast. Perhaps under a banner you’d find what you’re after, someone who’d understand. I wanted to meet you, I tried hard to see you, I just couldn’t draw the plan. You chose the course, to hell with my remorse, I love you as best as I can. How many truths must I tell before they come to be fiction? How many lies can I tell before I’m betrayed by my diction? Up from the foam like Venus you rose, and, like Venus, you had secrets to keep. We built a home but you’re still so alone even though you hold me as I sleep. You wanted to be heard I caught every third word, it wasn’t for me to decide. But when I said there are happy ending, it wasn’t a lie.
5.
Celestial bodies obey the dictates of time. Stars bow to entropy, so why can’t I? Adrift in the cosmos, I struggle with faith. Does my life have meaning once I’m erased? How can I comfort? How can I save? How can I burn so bright that the glow won’t fade? Try to envision a quickening black, the inexorable hole from which I won’t come back. When I think of the dead, they died for nothing at all. Reminds me of my place and how I’m so small.
6.
Your sweet nothings mean everything to me. And your soft lips make me C-R-A-zy. So close the door but leave on the light. ’Cause I’ve been waiting just to see this sight. Oh, the things we’ll do when we’re in our room, and it’s just we two … If only half come true … that'll do. “Heaven” is a word I use to describe the way I feel when I look in your eyes. So close the door but leave on the light. ‘Cause I’ve been waiting just to take in this sight.
7.
There’s a gutter and I can’t climb out. I’ve got these bad intentions, gotta see them through to the end. Lamb to the slaughter, I need a time out. Catch my breath ... God, please let me start again. I might fall in line but then I’ll lie down and roll around just like a pig in mud. There’s no power that I recognize, that can help me to wash out this blood. But all I need is a field of green and I’ll know peace. When I look up I still recognize the sights and sounds of the world I knew. And when I realize the only way up is for me to hold on to you ... ... all I need is a field of green and I’ll know peace.
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The Script 05:31
I know this script, we’ve both read it. The scene has grown old, the delivery so cold, but every line is true. When you call my name it doesn’t sound the same; something is missing. If everything must change, we can’t be the same, why must we be so different? When you called my name it didn’t sound the same; something was missing. If everything must change, we can’t be the same, why must we be so different? Two years had passed, I'd forgotten you at last, so of course I saw you. The scene had grown old, the delivery so cold, but every line was true.
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Years pass like faded pages, vague pictures of forgotten ages. It kills me but I have to face it: I feel like I just let it all get away. Which part’s the dream? I walk along these midnight streets, talk to myself 'til I’m half asleep. Come back home and I slide between our sheets ... ... is this part the dream? Which part’s the dream? I kiss you all with the sweetest lips, touch you all with my fingertips as warm as the sun. Which part’s the dream?
10.
The only difference between death and sleep is that I get to wake up with you, and I’ll do anything to keep this dream coming true. But the world’s a trap that we can’t crack and it’ll consume us without remorse. So I keep your hand in mine as we try to stay the course. The tide will come and it will carry me out but it won’t hear me as I plead and shout. But if you’re with me as it drags me down, safe in our bed, I won’t make a sound. The only difference between death and sleep is that I get to wake up with you, and I’ll do anything just to keep this dream coming true. But the world’s a trap that we can’t crack and it’ll consume us without remorse. So I keep your hand in mine as we try to stay the course. The tide will come and it will carry me out but it won’t hear me as I plead and shout. But if you’re with me as it drags me down, safe in our bed, I won’t make a sound. Can you hear me now?
11.
At the end of the world, I will be with you and, together, we will watch the flames. I won’t light the match, I won’t fan the sparks. No credit, and no blame. But the plumes will billow, and we’ll drown in the smoke, and thought we’re together, all of us will choke. There is a clock, and it tick-tick-ticks, I can hear it, but I can’t make it stop. We can hold our breat until the smoke clears, but there’s a clock going, “Tick, tick, tock."

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Our seventh album is informed by the horrific events that unfolded in 2016, from the death of Bowie to the crisis in Syria to the election of 45. Think of it as the rousing soundtrack for trying to escape it all alive.

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released October 13, 2017

Greg Bennett: Bass
Pete Nuwayser: Drums
Eric Tischler: Other

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The Jet Age Washington, D.C.

Washington, DC's the Jet Age are a critically acclaimed power-trio about whom writers say things like, "[T]he Jet Age manages to mix the hyper jangle of the Wedding Present with the cruise-control melodies of Swervedriver and the heaven-scraping majesty of the Who circa 1970" (The Onion) and "a heart-pounding rocker … all of the riffs are stellar." (Pitchfork (8.0)) ... more

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