The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

Brand New · Deja Entendu [2003]

We saw the western coast.

I saw the hospital.

Nursed the shoreline like a wound.

Reports of lover's tryst,

Were neither clear nor descript.

We kept it safe and slow.

The quiet things that no one ever knows.



So keep the blood in your head,

And keep your feet on the ground.

Today's the day it gets tired.

Today's the day we drop out.

Gave up my body and bed,

All for an empty hotel.

Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.

So keep the blood in your head,

And keep your feet on the ground.

Today's the day it gets tired.

Today's the day we drop out.

Gave up my body and bed,

All for an empty hotel.

Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.



I contemplate the day we wed.

Your friends are boring me to death.

Your veil is ruined in the rain.

By then you I can do without.

There's nothing new to talk about.

And though our kids are blessed,

Their parents let them shoulder all the blame.



So keep the blood in your head,

And keep your feet on the ground.

Today's the day it gets tired.

Today's the day we drop out.

Gave up my body and bed,

All for an empty hotel.

Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.

So keep the blood in your head,

And keep your feet on the ground.

Today's the day it gets tired.

Today's the day we drop out.

Gave up my body and bed,

All for an empty hotel.

Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.



I lie for only you,

And I lie well...

Hallelu...

I lie for only you,

And I lie well...

Hallelu.



So keep the blood in your head,

And keep your feet on the ground.

Today's the day it gets tired.

Today's the day we drop out.

Gave up my body and bed,

All for an empty hotel.

Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.

So keep the blood in your head,

And keep your feet on the ground.

Today's the day it gets tired.

Today's the day we drop out.

Gave up my body and bed,

All for an empty hotel.

Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.

The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

From Brand New's 2003 debut album Deja Entendu, this track exemplifies the band's signature blend of post-hardcore intensity and melodic sensibility. The song features the distinctive vocal delivery of lead singer Brian King, characterized by a raw, conversational tone that contrasts with the driving guitar work typical of the mid-2000s indie scene. As a cornerstone of their early discography, the recording captures the emotional vulnerability and rhythmic complexity that defined Brand New's initial public reception. It stands as a testament to their ability to fuse aggressive instrumentation with introspective songwriting, creating a sound that resonated deeply with fans of the alternative rock genre during that era.