Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, Some die looking for a hand to hold pt.2

Wow oh wow, I seem to getting heavy traffic with people searching the above lyrics from the new Brand New single, At the Bottom.

However, the blog post titled such doesn’t contain anything to do with the song apart from a video to it. So i guess for them, its an unsuccessful search?
But what did you want really? Lyrics to the song? Maybe where the phrase came from? Well I can only imagine it came from Vinny’s head since he wrote most of everything from the latest album, and the lryics can now be seen below:

Wait, watched you throw out your bouquet
Now I think about you everyday
I’m alone now in my bed
And there’s a lake
And at the bottom you’ll find all our friends
They don’t swim cause they’re all dead
We never are what we intend or invent

Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark’s living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should’ve started some years ago digging that hole

Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it you fade away
I hope that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

A deer that a hunter shot in the heart
Some dogs that got hit by cars
All came to spill their guts
And we spoke
About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
And which songs we had loved the most
And then we all turned to dirt
And dust

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold

Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away

I know that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

I’m slowly bringing you down from the heavenly gates
Now I’m drowning in the flood I made
Well explain myself to me on the other side
I’ll watch from Heaven when I die

Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I know that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

Anyway, for some reason, I really like seeing young adults raising their kids properly.
I think it has to do with living in Downham and seeing young people treat their kids like shit. Earlier today a young mum, didn’t look much older than myself, slapped her kid in the face after she kept tugging at her and asking what something was, and told her to stop asking “fucking jarring questions”. As if this wasn’t bad enough, the father – or at least the man she has “looking after” these kids now – laughed and said something along the lines of “owned bitch”. The kid continued to cry silently enough after wards and I felt so bad for the poor child. So when I then see a similar aged family bringing a child to the till I was on later with such manners and politeness to ask me if they could please have this chocolate bar and thanking me for it after, and saying good bye mr David after reading my name tag, I feel a greater sense of hope for the coming generation.
Proper cretins out there, it’s gonna be a dangerous world….

"We're a proper family, we exchange earrings on the regs. Sharing is caring"

On a lighter note, tomorrow I am gonna hit the late night trains to Reading and wait up all night for the gates to open in a bid to get a better place to camp this year, kudos for the idea goes to Becca. Cannot wait.

I didn’t get as far with checking out new bands though, what shall I investigate for last minute possible reading love??

Currently listening to: The Coral - Magic and Medicine.

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, Some die looking for a hand to hold

Looking for The Brand new song At the bottom with the lyrics above? Here you go
The video with the song is below however.

There is no time to sleep!

I am back from my week in Donegal, Ireland, and I am off again tomorrow to Paris, France. I haven’t slept much the past week due to the typical irish life of drinking and dancing to the early hours of the morning, then up again early in the morning to repeat. Or go to the odd football match; the Glenties game I attended ended up being a draw with Letterkenny after a nailbiting 70 minutes.

It was strange today as I encountered warm weather and sun whilst out and about walking Greenwich park with the girl I love. After a week of rain with 5 minute sunny spells anywho. Thank god its giving excellent weather for Paris for the weekend.

Soppyness alert:

It was so good to see Becca again though, it felt like longer than a week away from her and today and 4 days in Paris will be class. She’s so lovely! I receieved a lovely little iPod Shuffle as an anniversary gift (1 year, wow!) and all I got for her was a week away from me; hah!
In honesty I felt really bad for being away for her birthday and our anniversary, and with no money the past month (scrounging off parents to live is really embarrassing now) the poor girl has nothing from me. (Yet – I have what I am to get and do for her planned for after Paris, so if you read this, don’t you worry, it will just be belated loveliness-).
Cause she deserves it. A fantastic year of putting up with my shit is medal worthy but I am sure a medal wouldn’t please her that much…. All I can say if you are reading is I love you, you’re amazing beyond belief and I wouldn’t change you for the world. I’m yours.

/Soppyness over

This here is the latest Brand New single from the new album Daisy, realeased Sept 22nd, and I’m hooked on the damn thing, take a good listen to the lyrics. Class.

..and the way you dont appreciate Brand New, or me.

Today I got up at 8:55am to book presale tickets for Brand New this summer which opened at 9:00am. I was finished by 9:02am and I went back to bed for 4 hours because life is perfect.

Those who know me know about my obsession with Jesse Lacey [Brand New's frontman, lyricist, singer and guitarist] and as I listen to him sing Oh Comely [Neutral Milk Hotel cover] with almighty passion live on a radio station, I just had to start writing about it.

Those with me at Reading 2007 will know of ‘Limousine’ bringing a tear on as Jesse explains the story behind it:
The song speaks of a little girl named Katie Flynn who was a 6 year old flower girl at her aunts wedding. On the way home from the wedding she rode in a limousine in front of another limousine with her mother and father in it. At the same time – as jesse puts it – an over privileged Long Island boy had a fight with his girlfriend and decided to drink his sorrows away and drive up a freeway in his SUV on the wrong side of the road, and hit the limosuine with Katie inside. She was decapitated. The driver also instantly died, and the second limo stopped and Katie’s mother found her daughter’s head in the road and sat with it in her lap the whole time her daughter’s body was cut from the wreck.
I’m gonna share the lyrics and the song [under lyrics] just because I’m so stoked to see them again and want to share the amazing heart tugging lyrics they continue to write and perform:

“K, here’s your ride.
Get your petals out and lay them in the aisle
Pretend you garden grows,
And it’s your own day to wed
We’ve found your man.
He’s drinking up. He’s all-American,
and he’ll drive.
He’s volunteered with grace to end your life
and tidy up.
It’s sad to hold, but leave your shell to us
You explode, you firefly, you tiny boat with oars,
Feather oars
The world tilts back and pours and pours
And so, you satellite, you tidal wave,
You’re a big surprise
And I’ve one more night to be your mother.”

This signal interrupts
baby’s frequency not strong enough
Remain in my hands and smile.
“We will miss you but in time you’ll get settled
and we will write”

beauty supreme.
Yeah, you were right about me.
But can I get myself out from underneath
This guilt that will crush me
and in the choir I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
Said, “I died for you one time, but never again”
Never again, never again, never again
Never again, never again, never again
Never again, never again… [continues in the background]

Well I love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.
[x2]

One’ll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.

Two’ll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.

Three’ll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.

Four’ll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.

Five’ll love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply,
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.

Six will love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.

Seven loves you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.
[x2]

Seven loves you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
’cause I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.
[In background:]

(I’ll never have to buy adjacent plots of earth

We’ll never have to rot together underneath dirt
I’ll never have to lose my baby in the crowd
I should be laughing right now)

/end of Brand new love.