Interest in the band was immediate and a short while later they signed to New Jersey based Ferret Records. Their debut full-length, 2003's Make Yourself Sick, was to the shock of some fans much lighter and punk-pop-oriented, but with the same heavy screaming and guitars found on earlier releases. It was shortly after this when drummer Ben Arseneau parted with the band and was replaced by former Fordirelifesake guitarist Brian Southall.
The band's next effort came in the form of 2005's Trainwreck. This release was a somewhat more subdued, experimental concept record based on a man's loss of sanity. It was in this same album where the boys made a brave move by introducing Kara Dupuy, who brought with her not only a fresh, new synth to their sound but female vocals as well. But all good things have to end and after only a short stint with the band they parted ways.
Trainwreck tells the story of a man who murders his wife, with whom he is deeply in love with, all while under the influence of deeply troubling dreams. Upon waking from these dreams, he realizes what he's done and slips into a catatonic state. The remainder of the album follows the man from his release from a psych ward, through his obsession with a song heard only by him. He belives the song influences himself to kill more, so he cuts off both his own hands, to never kill again. The eventual conclusion of the story where he dies from a overdose and a infection from the rusty machine used to cut his hands off. Trainwreck is a tribute to the versatility of Boys Night Out. Their style has evolved and matured, but the components that are explicitly BNO remain in their music.
In early 2006, Kara Dupuy (vocals and synthesizer/keyboard) left Boys Night Out due to her engagement. She has not currently been replaced. Later that year, Andy Lewis, formerly of The Fullblast, joined Boys Night Out on guitar, and Ben Arseneau, the original drummer in the band, re-joined after Brian Southall left to join The Receiving End of Sirens.
Relapsing
Boys Night Out Lyrics
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You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
That your surgery, it might not be the key
To fix the memory of you and me
Doctor I don't know what I've done
There's more to this than my
Everytime I think of her and what went on that night
I don't see it, instead i hear it
A song so awful and so perfect
Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
That your surgery, it might not be the key
To fix the memory of you and me
Doctor I don't know what I'm gonna do
I need this song to be shouted out
And to be heard by everyone
Its like each word and every chord refuses to be ignored
This is bigger than me
But with no hands and even less skill
I don't know how it ever will come out
Doctor I think it's her I hear
It's always been
But if this pain can be arranged
In such a way to bring out beauty
Then, well, who am I to stop it?
I'll bring her back and I won't stop until it's done
Until this nightmare's undone
I need her
Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
That your surgery, it might not be the key
To fix the memory of you and me
I need her
I need this
The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along
So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger
And I'm just the firing pin.
Yeah I'm just a messenger
So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger
And I'm just the firing pin.
And I'm just a messenger
Doomed to detonate on delivery
Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
That your surgery, it might not be the key
To fix the memory of you and me
Last call at the hospital
You slept through it all
And these four walls warn you
That your surgery, it might not be the key
To fix the memory of you and me
"Relapsing" by Boys Night Out is a song about a man who is struggling to move on from a past relationship with his ex-girlfriend. The song starts with the man waking up in a hospital room and realizing that he missed the last call for the hospital. The four walls of the room remind him that the surgery he just went through might not be the solution to erase the painful memories of his past relationship. As he talks to the doctor, he admits that there is more to his problems than just his lost limbs - his former girlfriend still lingers in his mind. Every time he thinks of her, he hears a song that combines the anguish of their breakup with its raw, imperfect beauty. He needs the song to be heard, but he has no hands and less skill to make it happen. However, he is determined to make it come out and bring her back until his nightmare is undone.
The lyrics in the song are poignant and complex, making it a popular song for Boys Night Out fans to decipher. Some interpret the song as a metaphor for addiction, with the hospital representing rehab, and the surgery as a way to fix mental and emotional pain. Others see it as a simple lament about a lost love. Some people even believe that the song is autobiographical, as it is inspired by the tragic death of singer-songwriter, River Phoenix.
Line by Line Meaning
Last call at the hospital
Everything has ended, even the time in the hospital waiting room
You slept through it all
You missed every single warning sign and the chance to change things
And these four walls warn you
You've been trapped in your own self-made prison, surrounded by memories of what you lost
That your surgery, it might not be the key
Even if you try to fix your body, it won't heal the pain inside
To fix the memory of you and me
No amount of surgeries or pills can erase the memories of the past
Doctor I don't know what I've done
I'm lost, and I can't rationalize my actions
There's more to this than my Ex-love and my ex limbs could ever in my life begin to explain
My emotions and my physical being are both broken, and I can't put into words how deep it goes
Everytime I think of her and what went on that night
Even now, the memories of that traumatic event haunt me
I don't see it, instead i hear it
I'm not just replaying the events in my head, but I'm hearing a soundtrack of my own pain
A song so awful and so perfect
The melody of my sorrow is at once painful and cathartic
Doctor I don't know what I'm gonna do
I'm lost and don't have a plan to fix this
I need this song to be shouted out
The only way I can be heard and to express myself is in the music
And to be heard by everyone
I want to share my pain with everyone who will listen to try and heal myself
Its like each word and every chord refuses to be ignored
Every note resonates with my in my soul and won't let me rest until I release it into the song
This is bigger than me, But with no hands and even less skill
I feel like I'm serving a greater purpose with my music, but at the same time, I'm stuck in my own limitations
I don't know how it ever will come out
I don't know how to turn this messy thoughts into a song people can hear
Doctor I think it's her I hear,It's always been
My ex-lover has been haunting me for some time, but I can't let her go
But if this pain can be arranged
I'm turning my unbearable pain into a song that can bring meaning and hope to others
In such a way to bring out beauty
I'm trying to create beauty out of a broken situation
Then, well, who am I to stop it?
Even though my pain is overwhelming, the creative process is too important to stifle
I'll bring her back and I won't stop until it's done
I'm trying to capture the essence of her and the love we had through music
Until this nightmare's undone
Until I can rectify and heal from this tragedy, I won't stop creating music
I need her
I'm looking to my ex-lover to fill a void within me
I need this
I need to pour out my emotions through music to help me heal
The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along
Sometimes, the music expresses what we can't articulate and we can find solace by simply listening and participating
So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger
My life feels so meaningless that the thought of death has crossed my mind
And I'm just the firing pin.
I'm a tool for something else to end my pain
Yeah I'm just a messenger
I'm a way to convey and share my raw emotions through my music
Doomed to detonate on delivery
But like a ticking time bomb, I'm just waiting to unravel and breakdown with time.
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