"Level" is a song from the album Broken Boy Soldiers by The Raconteurs. According to the band's official website, it was released as a U.S. radio single. Sophie Muller directed the live video for this song. The audio was mixed by Kevin Shirley and assisted by Jared Kvitka at Document Room Studios.
The song charted at number seven on the Billboard Hot Modern Rock Tracks chart. This made it their highest effort on that chart since "Steady, As She Goes" reached number one. The song, "Salute Your Solution", would reach number four in 2008.
Adema is a rock band from Bakersfield, California. The band formed in 2000 with members lead vocalist Mark Chavez, vocalist/guitarist Tim Fluckey, guitarist Mike Ransom, bassist Dave DeRoo, and drummer Kris Kohls. After their first two albums, Adema, and Unstable, the band was plagued with years of conflict and lineup changes. Ransom left the band in 2003 due to conflicts with Chavez followed by Chavez later in 2004 due to conflicts with the rest of the band. Luke Caraccioli replaced Chavez in early 2005 for one album, Planets, but then left a few months later in late 2005. Vocalist Bobby Reeves and guitarist Ed Farris, both from the band Level, were recruited to join as well, but only released one album, Kill the Headlights in 2007, before entering a hiatus. The band's original line up reformed in late 2009 and toured, but both Ransom and Chavez left again before any new music would be recorded. Since 2011, Fluckey took over lead vocals.The lineup released an EP, Topple the Giants, in 2013, which also featured new guitarist Marc DeLeon. However, DeLeon left the band soon after with Ransom returning once again, solidifying the current line-up. This current line-up contains all the band's original members, excluding Chavez.
A deck is a permanent covering over a compartment or a hull of a ship. On a boat or ship, the primary or upper deck is the horizontal structure which forms the 'roof' for the hull, which both strengthens the hull and serves as the primary working surface. Vessels often have more than one level both within the hull and in the superstructure above the primary deck which are similar to the floors of a multi-storey building, and which are also referred to as decks, as are specific compartments and decks built over specific areas of the superstructure. Decks for some purposes have specific names.
The purpose of the upper or primary deck is structural, and only secondarily to provide weather-tightness, and to support people and equipment. The deck serves as the lid to the complex box girder which is the hull. It resists tension, compression, and racking forces. The deck's scantling is usually the same as the topsides, or might be heavier if the deck is expected to carry heavier loads (for example a container ship). The deck will be reinforced around deck fittings such as the capstan, cleats, or bollards.
I lock myself into my room
Cause I'm better off here alone
Thinking in circles about what to do
(And I forget)
About the world cause it ain't worth changing
Regreting the promises that I've been breakin'
It's becomin' a place through space and time
Like a permanent part of me
You think you're suffering
And you're too good for me
Then oh, I'm sorry
Maybe I'm a little bit much for you
Way past disaster proof
And oh, I'm sorry too
And I know that it's almost over
I can feel it in the air
You and I we're through
Sometimes I tend to drift away
And I guess I'm missing all the small things
You meant for me to hear you say (and you)
Better make it quick, or you might get sick
As I'm sealin your fate
With a kiss as I burn that bridge to the point of no return
It's becoming a race to place the blame
So, forget an apology
You think you're suffering
You're too good for me
Then oh, I'm sorry
Maybe I'm a little bit much for you
Way past disaster proof
And oh, I'm sorry too
And I know that it's almost over
I can feel it in the air
You and I we're through
You and I can talk for hours
About all the things we wished we'd done
And everything will soon devour
Slowly fading into one
You and I can talk for hours...
You think you're suffering
You're too good for me
And oh, I'm sorry
Maybe I'm a little bit much for you
Way past disaster proof
Then oh, I'm sorry too
And I know that it's almost over
I can feel it in the air