Limousine is the 5th track off of the 3rd studio album of the alternative rock band Brand New. The album is called, “The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me” and was released in November of 2006. I first stumbled upon Brand New in the passenger seat of a friends car during high school, long after any of their albums had been released. Devil and God was my friend’s favorite album at the time and he decided to show me Limousine to show the solemn intensity that the album contained and then told me an extremely abridge version of the song’s history. Unlike the band’s first two albums which were relatively simple and pop punk/rock inspired, Devil and God took a decidedly more somber tone replete with layering of voices and interspersed with moments of freneticly distorted vocals and instrumentation.
The cover art is called “Untitled #44,” by Nicholas Prior. To me, it evokes images of winter despite the masks being generally associated with Halloween and Autumn. It seems to demonstrate the idea of facing one’s fears. Which resonates with other songs on the album such as “Jesus Christ” and “Luca.”
Limousine however, is about a very moment in time. The song was written as dirge for the death of 7 year old Katie Flynn and a condemnation of the romanticizing of alcohol abuse in music.
“The abuse of alcohol is something that’s taken pretty lightly in our country, especially by younger people. But the big thing to me is the way it’s romanticized in music, especially in this scene, in like this indie scene, where uh, I don’t know, like if you get a guitar and you’re some kind of of kid who can write a lyric and you have a bottle of wine, and you know suddenly you have like some kind of cred, you know, because you can turn a phrase and you can drink. I know that sounds kind of like weird, you know or maybe you don’t know what I’m talking but it’s true. There’s like this, like this stigma attached to it that never made any kind of sense to me.”
K, it’s your ride.
Get your petals out and lay them in the aisle
Pretend your garden grows and it’s your day to wed.
We found your man, he’s drinking up, he’s all-American.
And he’ll drive.
He’s volunteered with grace to end your life,
A beauty supreme, yeah you were right about me,
But can I get myself out from underneath this guilt that will crush me,
And in the choir I saw a sad messiah,
He was bored and tired of my laments,
Said, “I died for you one time but never again.”
Well I love you so much, but do me a favor baby, don’t reply.
Because I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.