Alcoholic's Almanac

by The Brake Lights

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1.
Honeydew 02:49
Day drink through the afternoon Serenade the honeymoon Who needs the money anyway? It'll come around somehow, someway It's gonna happen any day now Just trust that it'll work out somehow Like a wino loves his cabernet And playing guitar on Saturdays Because you don't always like how you look And I don't always like how I feel But they can't take our love away So that means we're onto something real And I'm sorry your momma don't like me I can't say I like her, either But she made you, my honeydew And that makes me a believer So when everyone wants to shit on you Tell you what to think and who to screw They can fuck off and die, I say It’s gonna happen anyway Because you don't always like how you look And I don't always like how I feel But they can't take our love away So that means we're onto something real I wanna spend my life with you Sunsets from these mountain views Drinking wine and talking trash Burn up all our extra cash Because you’re my love, my honeydew And I can always count on you Even though I'm kinda fucked in the head There's nothing I'd rather do instead Than day drink through the afternoon It's gonna happen someday soon
2.
New sketchbook There’s nothing better I know I’m out of luck When I’m spelling out the letters Of your name I miss your voice It’s not the same You sound so much sweeter When I’m bitter I’m calling out your name I’m calling out your name I wrote about the truth And sang about the law Sacrificed my youth To the crawling gridlock sprawl So I’m going out West To claim my treasure Gonna find myself that golden weather Dry my heart out From this frozen desert town New place to live I like it better But I know I’m out of luck When I’m boxing up your sweaters It's a shame I miss your touch It’s not the same I burn your letters When I’m bitter There’s no fire without flame I’m calling out your name I wrote about the truth And sang about the law Sacrificed my youth To the crawling gridlock sprawl Is life one big test To see where we measure? And freeze our hearts out? From all the love that surrounds? No!!!! I'll let my love open the door Red carpet rolled on the floor Orchestra keeping score of the sound Come back to me, your punk rock clown Who punched the king and took his crown On the flee, in the underground Fuck this place, let’s burn it down! Drive off drunk through the mountain sound In a country western wedding gown New sketchbook, there’s nothing better But I know I’m out of luck When I’m spelling out the letters Of your name
3.
Come back to New England It’s you that I’m needing Next time we're in Cassadaga We’ll have to get that reading Because the future’s so far away And today is just so fleeting Let’s climb up to the tippy top Of the giving tree we seeded And look out across the tapestries Of homes and love and catastrophes They can keep their cul-de-sacs If we can keep our chemistry Daily life's so byzantine Yet the path to you’s so labyrinthine They can keep their bric-a-brac If we can keep our silly dream See, my love grows and grows, exponentially But sometimes only manifests existentially Close these tired eyes, you’re all I see Open them in the morning time and it’s just stupid me Because your love is like a tryptamine A brand new realm I can’t unsee Come back to New England with me Over time the longing grows Like the nose of Pinocchio Come back to New England with me Come back to New England with me Come back to New England with me Come back to New England with me
4.
It’s a lovely summer night at the Whetstone Station Trippin’ over words in our drunken conversation And I don’t know where the time goes It’s crazy but I might without hesitation Stop worrying about life over spirits and libations Pour the drinks down my throat through a dirty tap hose I remember being sad when I came through the door Now I’m a couple drinks in and I don’t care anymore I’ve been drinkin’ pretty bad, waking up on floors Lickin’ up whiskey from between deck boards At Whetstone Station They don’t do Drag Queen Bingo like at Hamburger Mary’s So I’ll see you at Pub Quiz Night in January Late night drunks are my contemporaries Hope not to get mugged by the cemetery Stammering answers to the questions we all carry But who fucking knows? Life is temporary. See, the Whetstone’s where I met my love The only one that I dream of The Whetstone’s where I met my love The only one. I can’t get enough! The Whetstone’s where I met my love The only one I want to be above The Whetstone, Whetstone, Whetstone!!! Well, she had to go to Florida I had to stay in Vermont Sometimes you gotta hold on With all that you got You either choose to grow Or you lose to the rot So let’s just go get stoned in the parking lot At Whetstone Station
5.
Nothing New 02:53
It gets so old not knowing what to do The night’s so cold when it’s not with you Things can get so weird but that’s nothing new I drank a 1,000 beers but it just blurs the view It gets so lonely when you’re not around Am I the only person in this town? It’s nothing new and it’s not profound I miss when I had someone who Made every day more fun They say there’s nothing new under the sun But that’s not true, I found someone Someone who helps me see things fresh Someone I just can’t forget And in the time we get together I just wanna live forever All the fear just slips away And disappears without delay It’s crazy, I just wanna say I love you It gets so old not knowing where to go Nothing new, so I just say no Stay inside and hibernate Down a glass of wine with some barbiturates Living between mixed mental states How much longer can I wait? When you return, I’ll levitate Please break the spell and liberate me, baby They say there’s nothing new under the sun But that’s not true, I found someone Someone who helps me see things fresh Someone I just can’t forget And in the time we get together I just wanna live forever All the fear just slips away And disappears without delay It’s crazy, I just wanna say I love you
6.
I’ve been writing the Alcoholic’s Almanac Every night from front to back You’re on every page And I don’t think it ends Problem drinking I’ve had problems thinking Solution’s been beer bottles clinking There’s no index so back to the beginning again I love you but you’re not here with me I live in mixed states of up and down Jim Beam, gin, or Hennessy Whatever’s laying around My phoenix flies from the sour mix In my nightly state of psychosis Who cares what anyone thinks in this town? The table of contents is my biography With every page I get more thirsty It’s far from fiction but still a mystery How did the blessing of your love ever come to curse me? Because I love you but you’re not here with me I live in mixed states of up and down Jim Beam, gin, or Hennessy Whatever’s laying around My phoenix flies from the sour mix In my nightly state of psychosis Who cares what anyone thinks in this town? I’ve been writing the Alcoholic’s Almanac Every night from front to back You’re on every page And I don’t think it ends Problem drinking I’ve had problems thinking Solution’s been beer bottles clinking There’s no index, so it's back to the beginning again
7.
Some say the road to hell Is paved with good intent But who can really tell What it was that the good book meant? See, I’m no expert on the testaments Or what it was that Yahweh said ‘Cause punk’s not dead And I’m in the mood for bed And I’m too doped up to be born again Another boring face From a no-name place Where Wal-Mart can claim eminent domain A workaday Judas on Klonopin Netflix and Fentanyl to manage your sins There shouldn’t be redemption for Americans A nickel for your bottle That’s all you get, when you’re Too doped up to be born again Peruse for booze from the bottom shelf Why pay top dollar to kill myself? I’m not afraid to die, I’ll hop on the cross Truth is, I already crossed myself off There’s no need to lie, no need to pretend I’m too doped up to be born again
8.
My brother asked me Why I wanted the fame I said I’d settle for the money And critical acclaim But now it’s none of the above And I also lost my love My mother asked me If I’d ever settle down She said “Don’t you think it’s time?” “You know every girl around.” But I’m still winding up For the big come-down No need to interrupt I’ll stop myself now It’s the blood I lose That lifts me into the underground So don’t you make a sound My father asked me If I’m ever coming home I said, sorry Daddy Dearest You’re the last to get to know That I’m never going back And I’m never growing old ‘Cause I’m going out West Where they’re giving out gold Just another drunken mess Smoking dope selling rock and roll So don’t you tell a soul Rock and roll, rock and fucking roll Pack the van and pass the bowl 500 miles to an empty show 500 miles, never going home 500 miles that goes to show you No one wants to get to know you I can’t do another venue When all I want to do is kiss you My love, subject of these songs The only one who can do no wrong Lady love where I belong Remind me what I’m doing here at all Rock and roll, rock and fucking roll! Pack the van and pass the bowl! Rock and Roll! You, my love, subject of these songs The only one who can do no wrong Lady love, love where I belong Remind me what I’m doing here at all!
9.
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, and goodbye From the postman To the woman in the window Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight and goodbye! The trees are a canopy Below the thin, tin orchestra of stars Who play their symphony For the deafening trucks and cars Here on Chapin St, the song it says: Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, and goodbye! So goodnight to the love I will try to forget As I dry the rivulets of Visine From my eyes as they spell on my face: Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight and goodbye!

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released October 31, 2019

Composed and recorded by Jason Eric Jensen. Mixed and mastered by Aaron Chesley. Drums recorded at The Stone Church, Brattleboro, VT by Aaron Chesley. Additional lead guitar performances by Peter Otto Ginter (Goodnight and Goodbye) and Alex Sela (Come Back to New England, The Big Comedown). Cover art by Laura Momaney.

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The Brake Lights is a high ABV rock and roll concoction brewed by composer Jason Eric Jensen in the hills of Vermont, USA.

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