Jonah

Jonah

BandAlternativePop

Jonah crafts moody, often anthemic rock that calls to mind the best of guitar based brit-pop. Henry Curl's vocals soar with acrobatic ease above a lush wall of sound. If you had to make a comparison, and one always does, Jonah falls in somewhere between early U2 and Bends era Radiohead.

Biography

Since the 2007 release of Trust Everyone Before They Break Your Heart, Portland band Jonah has been steadily attracting attention from fans and critics alike. From press in SPIN Magazine and the Studio City Sun to regular radio play on Portland's KNRK 94.7, KUFO, and KINK, Seattle’s KEXP and numerous other stations around the country, not to mention sold out shows with Australia’s Youth Group and the Silversun Pickups, Jonah is turning heads with their unique brand of anthemic pop music. The band recently returned from a West Coast tour and is gearing up to hit the road again. Stay tuned!

About Jonah
After the release of their Save the Swimmer debut, and the bitter sweet pop symphony of the subsequent Safe Distance EP, it was time for Jonah to step back and dream up where they wanted to go musically with their next offering. They had won over fans and critics alike with their adherence to the majestic side of what pop music could be, something resembling an early U2’s passionate earnestness colliding with the hypnotic and dark beauty of Radiohead. Songs from both records had made their way onto nationally syndicated TV hits and garnered radio rotation, as well as landed spots on many compilation discs nationwide. But the band’s sound was evolving and needed the experience of a seasoned producer to guide them. They chose Marshall Altman, a veteran from the world of A&R at both Columbia and Hollywood Records and producer of such notable artists as Marc Broussard, Zebrahead, and Matt Nathenson. Altman’s friend and colleague, Joe Zook (Modest Mouse, Counting Crows, Remy Zero), was enlisted to engineer the recording.

The result is the long-awaited second full-length album from Jonah: Trust Everyone Before They Break Your Heart, a tightly wound pop testament that displays the breadth of the band’s talents. From the dance pulse sheen of Runaground and the chaotic avalanche of Time’s Up to the cinematic dream pop of The Joy of Drowning, the songs are statements to the whole: portraits of love and loss, the betrayal of the heart and the elusive promise of happiness and success, all set against a backdrop of eternal optimism for the human condition. The centerpiece of Henry Curl’s bright and dramatic tenor is echoed in the shimmering waves of Chris Hayes’ understated, less-is-more guitar playing, pinned down by the concise and seamless pulse of Matt Rogers’ bass and Jake Endicott’s explosive drumming. It is the sound of a band evolving into something brand new, without loosing what made them so appealing in the first place.

Lyrics

Found

Written By: Matthew Henry Curl

How do I pass through this veil of hope
When all that’s gone before is all I know
In your sweet wreckage I am bound
In your sweet wreckage I am found

How do I deny these ghosts inside
When living means I die to stay alive
In your sweet wreckage I am bound
In your sweet nightmare I am found

And to weather the whether
And to stay here together
And to face you forever when you come down

In your sweet wreckage I am bound
In your sweet nightmare I am found

Radio Murders

Written By: Matthew Henry Curl

You were murdered on the radio, they tuned you out when they killed the show
There was static, but no control, when you died on the radio
And no I don’t want to take it for granted
And I just want to let it go
But when two roads split up in a forest, one is mad with blinding snow

So you left with some souvenirs, a plastic heart and a trendy ear
You were solid, yeah, you were gold, when you died on the radio
And no I don’t want to take it for granted
And I just want to let it go
But when two roads split up in a forest, one is mad with blinding snow

And I’ll keep my head above my heart
And I’ll keep my words all clean and sharp
It’s much too clever to call this art

You were faceless in a facelift crowd, they turned you up so they could tear you down
Yeah you did just what you were told when you died on the radio
And no I don’t want to take it for granted
And I just want to let it go
But when two roads split up in a forest, one is mad with blinding snow

And I’ll keep my head above my heart
And I’ll keep my words all clean and sharp
It’s much too clever to call this art

I’ll take this memory, inject it into me so, I wanted so much more than you could give to me
I’m still a liar
And no I don’t want to take it for granted
And I just want to let it go
But when two roads split up in a forest, one is mad with blinding snow
If I’m lucky I’m gonna make it home
If I’m lucky I’m gonna make it home
If we’re lucky we’re gonna make it home

Safe Distance

Written By: Matthew Henry Curl

Every time I think its gone the trouble finds me
Every time I try it on the problem binds me
I’ve been out of breath so long it’s time I rest my head
It’s like I can’t let go, I’ll never see you again
Like a sinking stone I’ll never see you again
And if I can’t let go I’ll never see you again

Swimming in the undertow my faith receding
The face I never meant to show is too revealing
I could never let you know it’s time I rest my head
It’s like I can’t let go, I’ll never see you again
Like a sinking stone I’ll never see you again
And if I can’t let go I’ll never see you again

Here I am without a trace there’s no safe distance
Tired of saving this brave face there’s no resistance
I could never let you go, it’s time I rest my head
And if I let you go, I’ll never see you again
Like a sinking stone I’ll never see you again
And if I can’t let go I’ll never see you again

Welcome Here

Written By: Henry Curl

Take one last look before you leave and are swallowed up
Leave what remains, all your ends, all you’ve given up

You are always welcome here
You are always welcome here

Now you’re outside, you belong to the changing tide
But if you return, look me up, though I can’t change your mind

You are always welcome here
You are always welcome here

You are always welcome here
You are always welcome here
You are always welcome
Always welcome
Always welcome here

A Patient Man

Written By: Henry Curl


In the morning and throwin’ the windows open wide
And the nature of nature is to live and die
And your senses are filling up with holy pride
Reassemble your mettle so you’re re-aligned
You should have died a patient, a patient man
You should have died a patient, a patient man

And the truth is you’ve felt this for as long as you could breathe,
To speak out against what was happening
Stealing moments and moments of simply what you need
You forgot to include the ones you need
You should have died a patient, a patient man
You should have died a patient, a patient man
You should have died a patient, a patient, a patient man

So we will walk away, our time here has left a stain, but
This is the good life, this is the good life
This is the good life, this is the good life

So get ready for nothing ‘cause nothings on its way
We moved out of the city just to get away
From the smell of the sick, can’t hold the wolves at bay
When something is so familiar you should never stay
You should have died a patient, a patient man
You should have died a patient, a patient man
You should have died a patient a patient a patient man

So we will walk away, our time here has left a stain, but…
This is the good life, this is the good life
This is the good life, this is the good life
This is the good life, this is the good life

In the morning we are throwin’ the windows open wide
And deciding there’s nothing left to hide

The Joy of Drowning

Written By: Henry Curl

I turned my back on the ocean, though my grandmother said it was wrong
I was drawn by endless motion, in the tides and blue commotion, was a song

I turned to see the shore behind me, and my limbs became sticks as I fell
I was swept out with the driftwood, with the birds and their communion in the swell

and when every word and everyone and everything I know is wrong
This song will guide me home

And when everything and everyone and everywhere I know is wrong,
This song will guide me home

With the weight of the sun on my shoulders
and the waves reaching up to become
part of an endless circle with me stuck in the middle of it all

and when every word and everyone and everything I know is wrong
This song will guide me home

And when everything and everyone and everywhere I know is wrong,
This song will guide me home

When You Fade

Written By: Henry Curl


I can see the colors rise against their black hole skies
As if you had a million faces trapped inside your eyes
As if you had a second chance to make us realize

When you fade I can see the sun shine through your skin
When you fade I can see through all the shapes you’ve been
I can see the sun

Where once there was a fearless voice now fears have reappeared
Once there was remembering for giants and glass tears
But you remember everything you just can’t make them hear

When you fade I can see the sun bleed through your skin
When you fade I can see all that we might have been
I can see the sun

And the colors that you wore
Much brighter than before
And the colors will not fade
Because you gave them all away

I can see the sun
I can see the sun

Runaground

Written By: Henry Curl

Runaground, hunting you down the liars found you doing it for the money, never wanting to face it, you were off to the races, dreaming still of the places, you would never go

If you should run aground, untie this sound from this town
So tired and lonely
So tired and lonely
If you should run aground, untie this town from this sound
So admired and lonely
So admired and lonely
If you should run aground
If you should run aground

Makes no sense, so sincere but you ride the fence, taking it to the limit,
You don’t know where that is

Shark attack, quiet now they can smell your tracks, hunting you down the liars found you
Crossing your own heart

If you should run aground, untie this sound from this town
So tired and lonely
So tired and lonely
If you should run aground, untie this town from this sound
So admired and lonely
So admired and lonely
If you should run aground
If you should run aground

Time's Up

Written By: Henry Curl

Hey, our time’s up, so drink it up, fill it up
Hey, break us out, sell us out, shut us up

And if you had some place to go, would you go?
And if you had somebody to know, who would you know?

Your love is keeping me afloat,
Your love is keeping me afloat,
Your love is keeping me up,
Your love is keeping me up,
Your love is keeping me afloat,
Your love is keeping me afloat,
Your love is keeping me up,
Your love is good but it won’t mean a thing unless it can save me.

Hey, did you read the news today? Where we stormed the embassy
We made history…
And if you had some place to go, would you go?
And if you had somebody to know, who would you know?
And if you had some place to go, would you go?
And if you had somebody to know, who would you know?
And if you had some place to go, would you go?
And if you had somebody to know, who would you know?

Your love is keeping me afloat,
Your love is keeping me afloat,
Your love is keeping me up,
Your love is good but it won’t mean a thing unless it can save me.

And if you had some place to go, where would you go?
And if you had somebody to know, who would you know?

Discography

Trust Everyone Before They Break Your Heart (2007)
Safe Distance EP (2003)
Save the Swimmer (2001)

Tracks streaming on NW Radio, Demo Diaries, Promosquad, and regular rotation on radio stations including 94.7 KNRK, KUFO and KINK in Portland, KRXF 92.7 in Bend, KEXP in Seattle, and a host of other stations around the country.

Set List

Runaground
Light's Out
The Last Hurrah
Sea Hymn
Found
Time's Up
A Patient Man
The Joy of Drowning
The Edge
Welcome Here
When You Fade