Jesse writes most of his songs acoustically. When you strip everything else away, it's just a desperately creative, channeling his emotions like a man on the brink of collapse.
drop half a step down x79xxx -> x59xxx for the verse and sometimes hit xxx000 "take apart your..." -> x35xxx back to x79xxx -> x59xxx for the chorus after 2 "and im on my own"s back to x35xxx -> x25xxx
If you like this, check out this video. Story behind this song. And if you click the persons description they have a link to the individual songs and parts from this entire interview. Limousine is amazing!
This is WFNX, not FMX. It was a Boston radio station until 2012. They invited Jesse to the studio when the band was in town for a show. The whole 55 minute concert is out there on bootlegs.
When I was a kid I remember my older brother telling me that he heard somewhere that Brand New would just get high and listen to Bright Eyes a lot before writing some of their earlier stuff. So that’s always been a part of my head canon. Especially since getting high and listening to bright eyes is something I’ve done once or twice myself
Goodbye to sleep I think that staying up is exactly what I need Take apart your head Take apart the counting, And the flock it has bred. Goodbye to love, Its right, I'll push you up, Right against the wall Take apart your head (right against the wall) Chew it up and swallow it But I'll bet that you're running I've been sleeping in the alkaline I can't shake this little feeling I'll never get anything right Goodbye, you liar Well, you sipped from the cup But you don't own up to anything Then you think you will inspire Take apart your head (I wish I could inspire) Take apart the demon, in the attic, to the bed. But I'll bet that you're running (Goodbye my love) I've been sleeping in the alkaline (Goodbye my love) I can't shake this little feeling (Goodbye my love) I never say anything right (I'm on my own) I never say anything right (I'm on my own) I never say anything right (I'm on my own) I never say anything right, right, right (I'm on my own) Take me, take me, back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head I don't mind you running through my skin Oh, let the bad parts in, the bad parts in When we were made, we were set apart Life is a test and I get bad marks Now some Saint got the job, Of writing down my sins The storm is coming; The storm is coming in! But I'll bet that you're running I've been sleeping in the alkaline I can't shake this little feeling I never did anything right (I'm on my own) I never did anything right (I'm on my own)
