Sic transit gloria ... Glory Fades
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Keep the noise low
She doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around"
Quickens your heartbeat
It beats me straight into the ground

You don't recover from a night like this
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up"

Upon arrival the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up)

He keeps his hands low
He doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up

The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

She hits the lights
This doesn't seem quite fair
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared
She's breathing quiet and smooth
He's gasping for air
"This is the first and last time," he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-

(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up)

So much more than he could ever give
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside

The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up

The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself


"The people, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle
Die young and save yourself
They take all the taste out




It used to be the reason that we're even, now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself"]

Overall Meaning

In Brand New's song "Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades," the lyrics paint a vivid picture of a young man's sexual encounter with a girl. The first verse describes the girl, who doesn't want to "blow it," but seems hesitant as she "shakes head to toe." While the sex becomes more intense, the boy shudders with nervousness, and even throws up. He recognizes that this is a messed-up situation before him, but continues. The second verse begins with the arrival of the boy at the girl's home, where guests are already present. Though he is wet and appears depressed, he heads straight for the stairs, where the act of sex becomes an art form that forces the boy to quickly grow up.


Throughout the rest of the song, the lyrics explore the tension between the boy's desire for the girl and his uneasiness with the situation. He realizes that she may not be interested in a meaningful relationship, and will eventually move on to the next partner. The lyrics depict the sense of urgency and desperation that exists in those last few moments before a sexual encounter, particularly for someone who may not be experienced in these matters.


Line by Line Meaning

Keep the noise low
Be quiet and don't draw attention to ourselves


She doesn't wanna blow it
She doesn't want to mess things up


Shaking head to toe while your left hand does 'the show me around'
Nervously exploring each other's bodies


Quickens your heartbeat, It beats me straight into the ground
Intense attraction and desire


You don't recover from a night like this
The experience is so traumatic that one cannot move on


A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
Feeling helpless after a sexual encounter


A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Regretting the sexual encounter


Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets, barely whisper, 'This is so messed up'
The boy is distressed and regrets what happened


Upon arrival the guests had all stared, dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs
Arriving at a party feeling unprepared and out of place


No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
Feeling uncool and ill-equipped for adult relationships


(Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up)
Moving to a higher level of maturity and responsibility


He keeps his hands low, He doesn't wanna blow it
Trying not to make a mistake


He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down
Feeling vulnerable and nervous in front of the girl


His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up, But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up
Feeling sick due to nerves and regret, but still engaging in sexual activity and maturing through the experience


The fever, the focus, The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell, Die young and save yourself
Being convinced by someone to engage in sexual activity, even though it's not what one truly wants


The tickle, the taste of, It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up, Die young and save yourself
Feeling suffocated and trapped by the sexual encounter that one used to find pleasurable


She hits the lights, This doesn't seem quite fair
Feeling like the situation is unfair and unjust


Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared
Feeling unprepared for adult relationships despite advice from friends


She's breathing quiet and smooth, He's gasping for air
Feeling nervous and anxious while the girl seems calm and collected


'This is the first and last time,' he says, She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
Feeling regret and promising to never engage in this behavior again, while the girl is insincere and pushes for more intimacy


He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides, He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like
Struggling to communicate true feelings and desires


He is the lamb, she is the slaughter, She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Feeling vulnerable and powerless while the girl takes control of the situation


Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect, He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for se-
Feeling like his words don't have any impact on the girl and she is only interested in sexual intimacy


So much more than he could ever give, A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
Desiring a deeper, more meaningful relationship with someone


He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside
Longing for the negative feelings to go away and for the situation to be over


The people, the focus, The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle, Die young and save yourself, They take all the taste out, It used to be the reason that we're even, now it's choking me up, Die young and save yourself
Reflecting on the reasons for engaging in the sexual encounter and feeling regret and suffocation as a result


(Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up)
Reiterating that the sexual encounter was a stepping stone to adulthood and maturity




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JESSE LACEY, VINCENT ACCARDI

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LYRICS:
Keep the noise low
She doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe
While your left hand does the show me around
Quickens your heartbeat
Beats me straight into the ground
You don't recover from a night like this
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
Barely whisper, "This is so messed up"
Upon arrival the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed
He'd headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
He keeps his hands low
He doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and
His eyes give her the up and the down
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up
The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you
Weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed
But now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself
She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair
Despite everything he learned from his friends
He doesn't feel so prepared
She's breathing quiet and smooth
He's gasping for air
"This is the first and last time, " he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect
He whispers that he loves her but she's probably only looking for s-
So much more than he could ever give
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside
The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you
Weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed
But now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself
Up the stairs, the station where
The act becomes the art of growing up
The fever, the focus
The reasons that I had to believe you
Weren't too hard to sell
Die young and save yourself
The tickle, the taste of
It used to be the reason I breathed
But now it's choking me up
Die young and save yourself



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