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by The Brake Lights

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released October 31, 2011

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The Brake Lights Brattleboro, Vermont

The Brake Lights is a rock 'n' roll project by singer-songwriter Jason Eric Jensen that originated in NJ/Philly in the early aughts and somehow landed in beautiful Brattleboro, VT.

Unless otherwise noted, Jason performed all of the instruments on these songs.
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Track Name: American Technicolor Dreamcoat
Instrumental
Track Name: Eureka
Listen to all the symphonies
Of all of the living things
Singing through these pine trees
It's like how you stick with me
Like a little melody

Sorry if I lost my mind.
The world, it gets too small for me sometimes.
But right now baby, I'm feeling fine.
Lately I've been lazy.
I let it all get to me too much sometimes.
It gets so crazy in our lives.

Listen...
it's been raining now for three days straight.
And it's looking like
We're gonna have to pay the mortgage late.
I'm livin' poor.
I'm hauling freight.
It's OK though
I'm feeling great!
I love how you side with me
Like a two-part harmony

Sorry if I lost my mind.
The world, it gets too small for me sometimes.
But right now baby, I'm feeling fine.
Lately I've been lazy.
I let it mean to me too much sometimes.
It gets so crazy in our lives.
Track Name: Vermont Yankee
The kids were doing jumping jacks
When they uncuffed his hands from behind his back.
They had pegged him for another crime
A crime of high degree.
The priest came over at Christmas time.
Cops still question the alibi.
He said "do what's right, do the time"
Rolling joints by the Christmas tree.

My brother the teacher
Burns a flag at half past noon.
He's drinking with the preacher
Who'll be his sponsor in rehab soon.
Just another son of concrete
Burdened by abstract views.
We used to have so much more real fun
Dropping acid and sniffing glue.

Some kids, they got some spraypaint.
Swastikas under the bridge.
Over the rainbow we cross for work.
It's where we played as kids.
It made the local paper.
Yeah, they made their dividends.
Now they're speeding down the highway
Out past where the yellow brick road ends.

The river's up for sale.
It's where they store the nuclear waste.
You can barely notice
The difference in how the water tastes.
Just wear this gas mask if you're playing out in the sun.
Don't ask my why we're paying for what it is they make us become.

Dropping acid and sniffing glue...
Dropping acid and sniffing glue...
Dropping acid and sniffing glue...
We used to have so much more real fun!

The policeman's on his rounds again
Bustin' fare-jumpers on the road to redemption.
There's a new prison up the road now.
They got a killer tax exemption.
There's a new prison up the road now.
They specialize in preemptive detention.
One day we'll get our settlement.
We may just get our pension.
Maybe if we just keep begging
We'll see that settlement.
And if we ever reach our retirement
We'll get our golden pension.
For a time that's worth forgetting.
You can't win when you're only guessing.
What's to learn when there is no lesson?
Track Name: Suicide Stroll
Dodging a squirrel on a suicide stroll
On Black Mountain Road, packin' a bowl.
Ernesto's going off about work again.
I'm drowning a can of beer as fast as I can.

In 20 minutes, we'll be back on the clock.
Stacking boxes onto boxes.
The company guys buy the company lies.
To us, it's just cheap talkin'!!!

Cardboard boxes, corporate foxes.
Christ, will they ever die?
Cardboard boxes, corporate foxes.
Jesus Christ, I need to get high tonight!

Dodging a squirrel on a suicide stroll
On Black Mountain Road, packin' a bowl...

Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...
Packing a bowl...