Forgiveness

"We are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and what's more we never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will never be free
I heard them ringing the bells in heaven and hell
They got a secret they're getting ready to tell
It's falling from the skies
It's calling from the graves
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
We are calling for help tonight on a thin phone line
As usual we're having ourselves one hell of a time
And the planes keep flying over our heads
No matter how loud we shout
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
And we keep wavin and wavin our arms in the air but we're all tired out
I heard somebody say today's the day
Big old hurricane she's blowing our way
Knockin over the buildings
Killing all the lights
Open your eyes boy, we made it through the night
Open your eyes boy, we made it though the night
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we already confessed
And I raise my voice to the air
And we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
It's hard to give
But still I think it's the best bet
Hard to give
Never gonna forget
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
Everybody needs a little forgiveness"

Mercy - Matt Nathanson

Play it LOUD. REAL LOUD.

"What inspired a concept album about “modern love”?

Matt Nathanson: "I’m a huge fan and believer in the album as a concept – that has an arc like a film. I may be the last one left who believes in the concept of an album as a whole. It all started with this idea of how everything is moving so fast, technologically, and the way that our culture is obsessed with celebrity and obsessed with the surface of things.

It’s a two-fold thing; the subject of the stories in the songs were stories I was telling about people I knew who were in a relationship crises or at a turning point. Everyone I loved was hitting a weird moment at the time that our culture was having its own weird moment. What I saw was that everyone I know was having too much upheaval when our culture wasn’t having enough upheaval.

Our culture has a weird romance with the surface level of everything. So, the album became a weird trip of technology versus heart. That’s how we wanted it to sound, too. The technology would be there, but we would use it to our advantage in order to complement the emotional core and the depth. Then the concepts starting influencing the sonics and the sonics started influencing the concepts."


♫I want a real love
To let me in
I want to zero out
And be born again
No more false starts and no dead ends

Cause I'm no shape
To do what's right
I see up that's down and black that's white
It makes me dizzy I come apart
All this love love love in the dark

Mercy mercy both hands
I need less drowning and more land
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land, less drowning

Lay a fire in the crowd
Just to watch you move
Tie your hands and demand a salute
All these gardens full of snakes and fruit

Hear the click click click
And the camera flash
It's in the definite kick up in the fame ball blast
But they don't call and they don't last
And you're gone, outshine

Mercy mercy both hands
I need less drowning and more land
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land, less drowning

Come on kill the light
Leave it all behind
I'm right by your, I'm right by your side

Lean on the tick of time
Put your hand in in mine
Watch you, watch you ignite

Mercy mercy both hands
I need less drowning and more land
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land,

Mercy mercy, I'm in your hands
I look into your eyes and I see life end
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land,
Less drowning, more land.♫

I got a love that comes in colors

I got a voice, comes in screaming

My old clothes don’t fit me now

– “Drop To Hold You”, Modern Love