The Clay Creek Demonstration

by The Brake Lights

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released October 31, 2001

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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: Last of our Frank O'Hara Nights
There’s mountains in your mouth, if you want them
And a tremor in the treescapes of Western Mass
Where the metronome of mourning ritual
Beats at 400 heartbeats a minute
And is my heart black tonight?

Riding a bike through Sunday lonely streets is glamorous
I did that tonight but didn't feel
Nearly as glamorous as our slick sexy fights
In that once coffee-colored vestibule

So I’m a fool you know
There’s bugs that belong in the shower
They love me, they pet me, and I won’t fuck them over
So they stay. You go. Or I will.

Because these are the last of our
Backyard Frank O'Hara nights
Blinking among
The canvas trees, homesick knees, and downtown sights
Yeah, I’m speechless. Speechless. I’m speechless.
Fucking speechless
Track Name: (You Can Be) My Lantern
I'm cold. And you're cold.
But not together cold.
More cold than tepid.
More tepid than dead.
But rather cold.

So I take a shower.
And I soon fall over, wishing I weren't cold.
But when you're this cold, it doesn't matter.
You know, I'm just going by what I'm told now.
I'm so cold now.

You can be my blanket
And I can be your pillow in the cold.
You can be my lantern, by my lantern in the cold.

So I take a shower.
And I soon fall over, wishing I weren't cold.
But when you're this cold, it doesn't matter.
You know, I'm just going by what I'm told.
I'm so cold.

You know I hate the cold.
But I could love the cold
If I convince you of it (convince you of it).
We could make a bed frame of icicles
And ride bicycles in the long, cold road before us.
In layer upon layer of each others' cold...
Our cold, cold, cold, cold clothes.

I'm cold.
And you're cold.
But not together cold.
More cold than tepid.
More tepid than dead.
But rather cold.
Track Name: We Are Magnets!
Give my rhythm back.
It betrayed its meaning.
How did we stratify?
How do you define a life without a harbor?
Without a witness?
Breathing air now, breathing air now...

Map the echo where
Map out the chamber air
My favorite aftermath.
Eating paper isn't too good for the bones.
Someday you'll know me
You'll understand why
Breathing sulfur cannot eschew you.

Pink air over once-clean fixtures
Thins the thickened whiskers of dilettantes
Please do ignore me.
As Jimmy conquers radio
Will you please just let go
Of my tired tepid torso?

Ambulances race down
This particular main drag
Evading syntax error.
And unmanned squad cars
They flash their hazards.
And dilettantes they will ignore me, yeah.
Track Name: Zero Warmth
If you want me to lunge into your lungs
Well, what for my mignonettes?
Blossomed into spring's falsetto larynx
Did you not mean it?

Confess your most dreadful secrets.
At least in rivulets.

The hallway's filled with insects, they reject.
First train to Maine, I'm on it.
Every bookend leads me nowhere, yes, nowhere
And I end up spazzing out.

In proper sequence
Hanging from the scaffolding along the square
Did I dazzle? Did I flutter? Did I care?

In graveyards, confess your most dreadful secrets.
At least in rivulets.

The hallway's filled with insects, they reject.
First train to Maine, I'm on it.
Every bookend leads me nowhere, yes, nowhere
And I end up spazzing out.
Track Name: Kiss 'n' Ride, Chicago
Kiss 'N' Ride, Chicago
You're riding inside of me.
And I'll tear holes in your sweater I'm wearing.
If I feel comfortable, I'm lazy!
Our blood coagulates in its fusion.

Repercussions are for suckers.
Like irony and quarantines
You know, you know, you know.

All these streetlamps, you know.
All these cities, you know.
I'm confused forever so don't go blaming me.

Repercussions are for suckers.
Like irony and quarantines
You know, you know, you know.

Don't go blaming me now.
Don't go blaming me now.
Don't go blaming me, yeah.