Untitled 08
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Losing all my friends
Losing them to drinking and to driving
Losing all my friends
I want it back

Slipping out the back
Did you really think we wouldn’t notice?
Slipping out the back
In the pouring rain

Yeah
Yeah

But you loved your wife
You were always faithful to her always
Buried both the kids
In the summer sun

Praying for this life
Huddled in the brig all with the shipmates
Praying for this life
And I dropped the bomb

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

What you waiting for
Searching for his brother
In an empty room across the hall
Is he coming back

Listening at night
Waiting for a son to come up the stairs
Listening at night
Waiting for the sound of the car park

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Call him up this summer
On the phone
Need to know what it feels like again

Summer skin
Found another lover
Tell him straight, call him up again

I'll call him up again, yeah
Call him up again

Tying both your shoes and
Looking past the ocean for the signal
Waiting for a body
In a open box

They don't send you letters
They telephone you
They don't send you letters
But you're waiting for them
You write him, yeah

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Call him up this summer
On the phone
Need to know what it feels like again

I'll call him up again

Call him up this summer




On the phone
Need to know what it feels like again

Overall Meaning

Brand New's song "Untitled 08" depicts the struggles of losing friends to destructive habits such as drinking and driving. The singer of the song reminisces on their lost friendships and longs to have them back. The lyrics also touch on the tragedy of burying children and the pain of waiting for loved ones to return.


The first verse sets the tone of the song as the singer is losing friends due to the reckless behavior of drinking and driving, a theme that runs throughout the song. The second verse references someone slipping out the back in the pouring rain, implying that someone is trying to escape or hide something. The following lines describe someone who was always faithful to their wife, but tragically buried both of their children in the summer sun. There is also a mention of praying for this life and dropping a bomb, which could be interpreted as a metaphorical bomb or a literal one.


The chorus repeats the lyrics "call him up this summer on the phone" which could evoke a sense of nostalgia and a desire to reconnect with a lost friend or loved one. The final verse describes the waiting and anticipation for letters or calls, but also the disappointment and frustration when they don't arrive.


Overall, the song seems to be about the pain of losing people, whether it's through death, addiction, or simply growing apart. The lyrics touch on themes of regret and longing, and the sense of hopelessness that comes when we can't get back what we've lost.


Line by Line Meaning

Losing all my friends
I am losing all of my friends slowly, but surely.


Losing them to drinking and to driving
They are getting caught up in the dangerous activities of drinking and driving.


Losing all my friends
I am losing all of my friends slowly, but surely.


I want it back
I want my friends back to how it used to be before we started growing apart.


Slipping out the back
You left quickly without anyone noticing.


Did you really think we wouldn’t notice?
You thought you could slip out unnoticed, but we noticed.


Slipping out the back
You left quickly without anyone noticing.


In the pouring rain
And you did it when it was raining heavily.


But you loved your wife
You valued your marriage and loved your wife deeply.


You were always faithful to her always
You stayed loyal and true to your wife throughout your relationship.


Buried both the kids
You had to bury both of your children who died at a young age.


In the summer sun
Their funeral was held outside in the bright and warm summer sun.


Praying for this life
I am praying for survival.


Huddled in the brig all with the shipmates
I am grouping with my naval comrades, all of us supporting each other in uncertain circumstances.


Praying for this life
I am praying for survival.


And I dropped the bomb
I made a huge mistake and offended someone I cared about.


What you waiting for
What are you still waiting for?


Searching for his brother
He is looking for his sibling who is missing.


In an empty room across the hall
The room he is searching in is empty and no one is there.


Is he coming back
He is wondering if his brother will ever return.


Listening at night
I am listening at night for any sound or clues.


Waiting for a son to come up the stairs
I am waiting for my child to come up the stairs and join me.


Listening at night
I am listening at night for any sound or clues.


Waiting for the sound of the car park
I am waiting for the sound of a car in the parking lot to see if someone I care for has returned home.


Call him up this summer
I will call him during the summertime.


On the phone
We will be communicating via phone call.


Need to know what it feels like again
I need to know what it was like to have his love and attention once again.


Summer skin
The skin I had during the summer it's shiny and young.


Found another lover
I moved on and found another person to care for me.


Tell him straight, call him up again
I will speak the truth and call him again to see if our connection is still present.


Tying both your shoes and
I am wearing shoes and getting ready to go somewhere or do something.


Looking past the ocean for the signal
I am searching intently, even looking beyond the horizon and towards the sea for something specific - a sign or a message.


Waiting for a body
I am waiting for a specific, human body to arrive.


In a open box
The body I am waiting for is exposed and unprotected in an open container.


They don't send you letters
They don't communicate with you via letters.


They telephone you
They contact or inform you through a phone call.


They don't send you letters
They don't communicate with you via letters.


But you're waiting for them
You are still eagerly waiting for their communication and response.


You write him, yeah
You write to him in order to maintain your social contact with him.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

R.E. K.

losing all my friends. losing 'em to drinking and to driving. losing all my friends. i don't want 'em back. slipping out the back. did you really think we wouldn't notice you slipping out the back in the pouring rain? yeah? yeah.

leo loved his wife. loved her, and was faithful to her always, but buried both the kids in the summer sun. praying for his life huddled in the brig, cold, with his shipmates. praying for his life when they dropped the bomb. yeah. yeah.

... what you waiting for? searching for you brother in the empty room across the hall. "is he coming back?" you're listening at night, waiting for a sound to come up the stairs. you're listening at night for him to slam into the car park, yeah? yeah.

he called me up this summer on the phone; he's breathing, living, and knowing what it feels like to be in some other skin. tell another lover. tell her strong. they timed another fall right again... cold coming around the end, yeah. yeah.

tying both their shoes up, look across the ocean for a signal. waiting for a bomb and an open line. they don't send your letters. they don't telephone you in this hotel. they don't send your letters, but you waiting for him to write 'em. yeah. yeah.

call 'em up to tell 'em about it all. grin and know you feel right again... comin' around the end. call another brother, call 'em all. turnin' 'round... it feels like i'm in some other skin yeah.



All comments from YouTube:

EminentKnight

I suppose when they actually came to recording this song, he'd already got them back?..

Cianna Broker

this version holds so much more passion and emotion and longing than Sowing Season.

Kat Davis

This is so incredibly beautiful. I don't even know...

Kyelin volgesong

Amazing. These lyrics are so much more deep. I mean i love the finished version. I can't really say i like either better. both amazing. Both bring tears to my eyes occasionally.

Bedtime thoughts with Charlie

I literally started sobbing the second I clicked this song. Sowing Season (and Luca) will forever be my favorite songs and to hear the demo just broke my heart in two. Hearing the vulnerability and the freshness and the pain in the demo just killed me. I love Brand New soooo much.

Michelle

+Hailey Green jesse lacey is my man crush everyday and will be forever, him and kevin devine are too fucking good to even put into words

Tisha Mccomb

@Snack314 and the 'demo' acoustic sound it has just makes it all the more emotional!

Emma Legere

Sowing Season is one of my favourite Brand New songs, and I think that they should've put both songs on their album! Both are beautiful and should be treated as two separate songs, not just two separate versions.

RedEyedJEdi410

damn this song for holding so many memories

R.E. K.

losing all my friends. losing 'em to drinking and to driving. losing all my friends. i don't want 'em back. slipping out the back. did you really think we wouldn't notice you slipping out the back in the pouring rain? yeah? yeah.

leo loved his wife. loved her, and was faithful to her always, but buried both the kids in the summer sun. praying for his life huddled in the brig, cold, with his shipmates. praying for his life when they dropped the bomb. yeah. yeah.

... what you waiting for? searching for you brother in the empty room across the hall. "is he coming back?" you're listening at night, waiting for a sound to come up the stairs. you're listening at night for him to slam into the car park, yeah? yeah.

he called me up this summer on the phone; he's breathing, living, and knowing what it feels like to be in some other skin. tell another lover. tell her strong. they timed another fall right again... cold coming around the end, yeah. yeah.

tying both their shoes up, look across the ocean for a signal. waiting for a bomb and an open line. they don't send your letters. they don't telephone you in this hotel. they don't send your letters, but you waiting for him to write 'em. yeah. yeah.

call 'em up to tell 'em about it all. grin and know you feel right again... comin' around the end. call another brother, call 'em all. turnin' 'round... it feels like i'm in some other skin yeah.

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