Tuesday, January 27, 2009

brand new

My most recent new music review was of Brand New. I didn't like their music. And my distaste for the music prevented me from making the effort to understand their lyrics. I have since been challenged to forget the music and actually read the lyrics.

Turns out their not too bad at poetry. I'll throw the text of "Jesus Christ" at the end of the post. That being said, I believe good poetry can make good music better. It doesn't make painful music worth listening too. Brand New should write a book of poems. Or someone else should steal their lyrics and write new music for them.


Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It’ll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
But with nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem's gonna last
More than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Do I float through the ceiling

Do I divide and fall apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you'll come in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
(everyone now)
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you'll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails,
Trying to turn our hate in factories
But, we all got wood and nails
Trying to turn our hate in factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
Trying to turn out hate in factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

HT: Moses, sing365.com

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