Brand New 451

I’m awake, there’s no part to play

Drinking Drano, smoking grass, one under the pass

What we saw in the woods today, repeat 60 cycle delay (hey)

My TV says it’s all in your head so shake it out and share your bread

We’re not separate, waste your thoughts and waste your time

I live in yours and you in mine

(Swallow the pitch that flows from the Earth)

Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling

A million suns won’t fill you up

If you can’t see the wine flowing over your cup

Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling

Pass the plate and you sit back down

And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground

(Wait, wait, wait a second)

The clock ticks but you just sit and wish you had someone to wrestle with

It’s small tooth touch comes around and rings your bell

Shows you how you thought you felt

Slowly floss your holy molars

Deader than a Donner daughter

I start the car with my mind

Fired up my fear machine, can’t help what they drove into me

(Swallow the pitch that flows from the earth)

Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling

A million suns won’t fill you up

If you can’t see the wine flowing over your cup

Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling

Pass the plate and you sit back down

And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground

Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling

A million suns won’t fill you up

If you can’t see the wine flowing over your cup

Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling

Pass the plate and you sit back down

And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground

Brand New Desert

Last night I heard a voice that said this is the end

All my nerves have been worn to the threads

I only honestly have one or two left

I got my faith, I got my family

I got a wire fence around my whole stake

If I believe only half what I read

I got a reason to be dug in deep

It’s revelation saying

Don’t come running to me

When they’re coming for you

I seen those boys kissing boys

With their mouth in the street

But I raised my son to be a righteous man

I made it clear to him what fear of God means

I’d hold him down on the Tompkins Lake

Before I ever let him go to the wolves

The path we walk is only narrow and straight

No son of mine will wander astray

Abomination

Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you

(Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you)

Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you

(Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you)

Last night I heard a voice that said, “Don’t give up your gun”

They keep washing right up on those shores

Man they’re gathering their numbers up

Those bleeding hearts come marching down my road

Well I’ll be waiting right here at my door

It’s a lie to say it wouldn’t be fun

If you’re joining them then I got one

With your name on it

Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you

(Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you)

Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you

(Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you)

Don’t come running to me when they come gunning for you

(Don’t come running to me when they come gunning for you)

Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you

(Don’t come running to me when they’re coming for you)

God is love

Brand New Gasoline

So you tried to put a fire out

But you used gasoline

And when the congregation gathered round

You’re screaming “it wasn’t me”

So there’s a sickness that is going round

But no one’s got a vaccine

I think it drowned in holy water

I think it’s time we all come clean

I swear it’s like dying

To catch a ghost

It feels like I’m trying

To hold smoke

I swear it’s like dying

To catch a ghost

It feels like I’m trying

To hold smoke

When the army had to hold the line

Well you were nowhere near the front

Before the kids could tell the dog “goodbye”,

Well you were loading up your gun

I wanna know I’ve left the great divide

I wanna know what I’ve become

You think that no one else is lonesome

You think that you’re the only one

It feels like I’m jumping towards a train

It feels like I’m jumping towards a train

Well I’m trying to find a way

It feels like I’m jumping towards a train

It feels like I’m jumping towards a train

Well I’m trying to find a way

Brand New Handcuffs

I’d arrest you if I had handcuffs

I’d arrest you if I had the time

I’d throw you down in the backseat

As if you committed a terrible crime

We break into towns worth of houses

And rob whole families blind

I’d do it to you like you do it to me

If I knew you would get away fine

I’d drown all these crying babies

If I knew that their mothers wouldn’t cry

I’d hold them down and I’d squeeze real soft

And let a piece of myself die

It’s hard to be the better man

When you forget you’re trying

It’s hard to be the better man

I’d arrest you if I had handcuffs

I’d arrest you if I had the time

I’d wait for you outside the courtroom (and taunt you)

As all of your appeals were declined

I’d drive my car off of the bridge

If I knew that you weren’t inside

Put the pedal to the floor, who could ask for more

A fantastic way to kill some time

If you could lay on your back and be beaten

You could put up your fists and fight

(You could try anyway)

It’s hard to be the better man

When you forget you’re trying

It’s hard to be the better man

When you’re still lying

It’s hard to be the better man

When you forget you’re trying

It’s hard to be the better man

When you’re still lying

You’re still lying

Brand New Mene

How does everything start and end?

Come gather now and lay this beast to rest

I kept hearing trumpets, got my hearing checked

Your father spoke a prophecy

To think that I believed is self-centered of me

There was something that I was trying to say

But then I choked on it and now it’s getting kinda late

We walked to the edge but we never leapt,

What sings to you when you disconnect

Written on the wall, the letters plain and tall,

This is my own fault

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

I still cower at eternal wrath though

Don’t want my fear to become my shadow

I want to invade my thoughts, I want to die in Kyoto

The ocean never sleeps or dreams,

It never stops to ponder what it sees

Committed to its satellite, no one can move you man and no one’s ever going to try.

All the tides are married to the moon

All i want is for my heart to be as true

Written on the wall, the letters plain and tall

This is my own fault

We don’t feel anything

Not gone but fading fast

So let me put to rest

The only question that you’ll ask

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

We don’t feel anything

Brand New Not The Sun

Please don’t be technology

So I can turn off your love

Like some cold machine

Don’t feed me scraps from your bed

I won’t be the stray coming back

Just to be fed

Don’t be waves

Come and seal my fate, marine

Just pretend

That you want me

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be mine

Don’t be that note I can’t hold

Don’t be that joke that I told and told

‘Til it got old

Don’t be that hand ’round my throat so I can’t breathe

Say you’re my friend

But why won’t you be my family?

And if you breed

Just don’t tell me

Be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

We will celebrate

But we’ve gone faster

We’ll have our harmonies

Wanting quick slaughter and would you want me?

For the millionth time I’ve said it time and time again

Be my serene

Tell me you know what I mean

You’ve set on me but you are not the sun

You will not listen

How do they know that I am

(Burn it down)

I’m outside, I’m growing roots again

(Come around)

You’ve set on me but you are not the sun

You will not listen

Just pretend that you love me

And be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be my babe, to be my babe

To be mine

Brand New Untitled 4

I,

I am feeling like a veteran,

Uncompensated for the blood I’ve left to pool on foreign grounds.

And I,

Sometimes reach to rub at aching legs,

But they’ve been dust for over a decade,

And you’re the limb i’ve lost but somehow I still feel it…

Until I awake,

We just hope that you made it.

We hope that you’re celebrating.,

With people you miss.

And burning like a beacon,

Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal.

I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,

Cause I’m missing you to death.

And now,

It’s only records of my memory.

Some little thing you gave posthumously.

The details all dragged out.

To think,

Of all the paitings we would be without,

If Van Gogh had gone and died face down from loss of blood the night,

He went and hacked his ear off…

Until I awake,

We just hope that you made it.

We hope that you’re celebrating.,

With people you miss.

And burning like a beacon,

Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal.

I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,

Cause I’m missing you to death.

Until I awake,

We just hope that you made it.

We hope that you’re celebrating.,

With people you miss.

And burning like a beacon,

Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal.

I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,

Cause I’m missing you to death.

Until I awake,

We just hope that you made it.

We hope you’re as decorated,

As the day that you left.

And burning like a beacon,

Guiding our ship around this hellish shoal.

I’m happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,

Cause I’m missing you to death.

Brand New Untitled 8

Losing all my friends.

Losing them to drinking and to driving.

Losing all my friends.

I want them back.

Slipping out the back.

Did you really think we wouldn’t notice?

Slipping out the back.

In the pouring rain.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well you love his wife.

Loved her, was faithful to her always.

Buried both the kids,

In the summer sun.

Praying for his life,

Huddled in the brig all with his shipmates.

Praying for this life,

And I dropped the bomb.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

What you waiting for?

Searching for your brother,

In an empty room across the hall.

Is he coming back?

Listening at night,

Waiting for a sound to come up the stairs.

Listening at night,

Waiting for the sound of the car park.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Call him up this summer,

On the phone.

Need to know what it feels like again.

Summer skin,

Found another lover.

Tell him straight, call him up again.

I’ll call him up again, yeah.

Call him up again.

Tying both your shoes and,

Looking past the ocean for the signal.

Waiting for a bottle,

In the open water.

They don’t send you letters.

They dont’ telephone you.

They don’t send you letters,

But you’re waiting for them.

You write him, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Call him up this summer,

On the phone.

Need to know what it feels like again.

I’ll call him up again.

Call him up this summer,

On the phone.

Need to know what it feels like again

Brand New Mix Tape

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.

You’re always made up.

And I’m sick of your tattoos,

and the way you always criticize the Smiths… and Morrissey.

And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.

But when I say let’s keep in touch,

I really mean I wish that you’d grow up.

This is the first song for your mixtape.

It’s short just like your temper,

but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool…

I got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.

You’re always made up.

And I’m sick of your tattoos, and the way you don’t appreciate Brand New or me

And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.

But when I say let’s keep in touch,

I hope you know I mean I wish that you’d grow up.

This is the first song for your mixtape.

It’s short just like your temper,

but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool…

(yeah, but I wish you were my shadow.) [repeat]