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Something New to Burn

by Drunken Logic

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    Recorded in the winter of 2012 in Roslindale, MA., DL's debut album features an eclectic batch of original and unforgettable songs. The CD features album art and liner notes co-designed by DL's own Jake Cassman.

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1.
I’m in harmony I’m in time with the pulse of this city Each step I take I feel the rhythm underneath me Each time a wave of headlights washes over me I’m reminded there’s no place I’d rather be I spread my arms and I admire the shoreless sea And I could swear the stars are winking back at me We’ve occupied the streets A thousand smiles and two thousand dancing feet We’ve stopped traffic just to move to our own beat We howl at the moon and wake her from her sleep The past lies still, in cold abject defeat And the moments yet to come, they'll taste so sweet But tonight this is our memory to keep All you need is a place to stand to lift the world off your back And I’m standing, smiling on a soapbox here in Philadelphia Can you hear me now my brother? For the whispering rains have passed Our dreams have reached the silver screen, and they’ll premiere in Philadelphia My voice is hoarse, my legs tremble and ache I’ll sleep well and long into the coming day For the worries of tomorrow can wait I’ve thought about it for awhile And I’ve decided I’m done thinking for awhile
2.
The stars aren’t out tonight They hide behind an orange glow His only guides are the lonely towers, That warn him not to fly too low ‘Cuz concrete shells give no directions Beyond this land of broken glass And he won’t find any signs of life In the gravel by the railroad tracks The gears will always grind The wheels will always turn And somewhere underneath the crumbling pavement Is something new to burn This was once the countryside And he envisions something more But blinking lights and these electric nights Left it emptier than it was before The gears will always grind The wheels will always turn But all of this will rust before your eyes Without something new to burn And in this spring that never came Tired factories wheezing out smoke How the hell is he to choose between Standing still and going for broke? The gears will always grind The wheels will always turn He’ll stumble into duly desperate times And find something new to burn
3.
Beneath the bluffs and the staggering peaks Gather rainclouds so cold and bleak Every summit is smothered in snow But she lives in the valley below She once answered the mountain’s call Found a halfway home and she stalled It’s not quite heaven It’s not quite heaven It’s not quite heaven, but you just can’t have it all In a house with a busted screen door Frozen mud tracked all over the floor Now she speaks like the good times have passed And what’s next? It surely won’t last She was never in need of a dream But did she ever really believe? It’s not quite heaven It’s not quite heaven It’s not quite heaven, you never were that naive Do the daydreamers die in this town, Where they live with their heads in the clouds? All that’s left are the weariest kind Voices tired before their own time So the young all yearn for better days And the restless will settle to say That it’s not quite heaven It’s not quite heaven It’s not quite heaven, and hell isn’t far away
4.
Empty Room 03:08
At 1 o’clock PM today a man stepped on the stage His voice was calm and perfectly attuned His speech was full of wisdom, not a trace of desperate rage And he boldly spoke in truths all afternoon As if he was preaching to an empty room Who knows if he believed The words that left his mouth They clearly gave him meaning at the time Perhaps he came to dread What he thought must be said But silence would have hounded at his mind He spoke of painful yesterdays as flawed but honest friends And pointed toward tomorrows yet to bloom He called upon the present to be a time to make amends But in the end it seems he spoke too soon For he was preaching to an empty room They nod their heads too quickly Their smiles are too wide You know when they don’t really understand But when they don’t even try Don’t bother to ask why – Well that’s what breaks and cripples any man The room was simply silent, resoundingly austere The theater and crowd were cloaked in gloom Quietly he left the stage, guided by his fears And now he questioned all he had assumed As he disappeared into the empty room
5.
How many rays of sunshine have danced through the state of Maine? How many days of summer did I spend running through the rain, Chasing after children with a furrowed brow and the sourest of moods? And the tear stains on their faces traced the lines that mark my own I tried so hard to tell them all the things I’ve come to know, But when you’re just as lost and restless, then what the hell’s a boy supposed to do? That was the day I came of age Eyes wide with shock, fists clenched with rage Forced out of my false Eden, without having heard a word of sage advice Why must the dreams we forge at night dissolve in the daylight? The dreams we forge at night dissolve in the daylight A doe-eyed beauty walked across the room, all I could do was stare She ruled it with an iron fist, lit it with her golden hair And she left me all but speechless — robbed me of the words to make a sentence And when they pulled me outside, oh how they were mistaken From words misunderstood and from actions not yet taken They had deemed me lost and reckless, and a plane ticket home was my repentance
6.
Life never walked on nimble feet I’ve done my best to make ends meet But they never do, they never do Sometimes I wish the world would end today It’s in the paper and on the news The holy book leaves me confused But when I stop and look around I don’t see why the world won’t end today These times can rob a man of hope I lost my job, and I don’t know What road I’m on I used to sing along No matter what the radio might play I start to write my epitaph Strangers share a nervous laugh It seems too real, just a bit too real The day goes by just like it should But then again, I suppose it would I try to think of what I’ve made And I stop and pray the world won’t end today I lost my way a while back But now and then I smile at The road behind Rearview mirrors in my mind No matter what the billboards have to say I stagger out into the light To race against the coming night And she always wins, she always wins But it’s nice to know the world won’t end today
7.
I never enjoyed the sound of a closing door The second the lock clicked behind me I dove on the floor And I clawed at the woodwork for a brief glance of anything How much time passed me by before I even thought to concede That, as hard as I’d tried, I knew I hadn’t changed a thing? Who was I to judge her from the crack underneath the door? Embarrassed and shamed I resolved not to lie there anymore But then she sat against the door frame and she read aloud to me And she twisted the words that we’d written to fit her needs If we wrote this in pencil, we can erase every line And censor each passage that brings old wounds to mind But each torn out page will leave a jagged scar along our spines And remind us that, in the end, we haven’t changed a thing The good and the bad and the memories exploded in flames The walls turned to ash but we sat there and fought for our names Whatever we meant to write, it wasn’t meant to be From authors to arsonists, from ink to kerosene Locked up in the attic, we yearned and we burned to be free And I still hear the echo of her voice from miles away For all my misconceptions, its a price I’m willing to pay But we can’t hope for tomorrow when we can’t agree on yesterday
8.
Common $ense 03:52
Let’s think of something that’s really nothing at all We’ll package and sell it to anyone who calls The truth will be safely hidden behind the Wall As they line up to give us all of their common cents Let’s buy into the great games of today On countries and countrymen we’ll make a play There’s a chance that we may gamble our fortunes away But for now we have no need for common sense I’m popping the champagne, My bonus just came through And I don’t even know what I’m paid to do You cannot see this coming, If you’re watching cable news You’ll have to bear the bullshit that we’ve been feeding you Our thrills may cause a national heart attack We’re broke, but green with greed and we’ll be back We’ll write up a contract to put us back in black That’s written in blood and paid for in common $ense Just when you thought you had us, It’s you who’s in the red That sign outside your door means you’re left for dead We’ve bought what’s left of the left They won’t put up a fight And we can depend upon the sacrificial right There’s nothing we’ll give up that can help you now We’ll take much more than should ever be allowed We don’t answer to Congress, not even to the White House No, just the white lady and the god of common $ense
9.
Close your eyes Can you feel the ocean swirling ’round your feet, The ebb and flow of changing tides? Can you smell the coming rain on the breeze? We stand beneath this fiery sky, But the colors will fade and you’ll be left with me And through the falling of the night Will by my side be where you want to be, In the darkness and the downpour from on high? Let’s leave behind Our heavy burdens and that straight, well traveled road I used to pray to Father Time, But I found his Wife most often steals the show A ticking clock can plan our lives, But we can’t predict the weather — that much I know Still, thunder’s no reason to hide Or I’d have run for higher ground long ago Let’s stay and watch the lightning shred this summer sky We may be merely players But that means all the world’s our stage Let me be the risk you take Let me be the risk that pays And we’ll improvise in this poorly written play So please remain Stay through these shifting winds and uncertain times I’ll be next to you with every step you take And I can keep you safe, but who wants to keep dry? So take my arm, let’s dance the night away Let’s forget the steps we’ve tried to memorize And fall in with the rhythm of the rain This world of ours may change before our eyes But we won’t let this storm go to waste We may be merely players But that means all the world’s our stage Let me be the risk you take Let me be the risk that pays And we’ll revel in the rhythm of the rain
10.
Another vodka tonic on the rocks I’ll keep ‘em coming ’til the music stops A sink full of dirty dishes won’t get in my way I’d wash the clothes I left out on the floor, but I’ve got no change I’ve checked so many times, But there’s no message on the phone And so I sing with every bastard drinking alone I’m talking to myself again — no comfort in the words This abscess in my chest must have a name other than hurt A conversation on a broken record in my head Each time the needle jumps, I wonder what I might have said But words don’t make much sense When you’re fucked up and on your own And so I sing with every bastard drinking alone She left sometime in early evening, holding someone else’s hand Of course she broke my heart, but I am not a broken man Waiting for forgiveness, knowing it won’t come But laughing at the guilt — thank God I’m not the only one I always learn the hard way, Only way I’ve ever known And so I sing with every bastard drinking alone
11.
St. Botolph 04:22
Looking for meaning in a new pack of cigarettes Looking for meaning, but I haven’t found it yet Orange glows and a head rush will have to do Praying for Friday, and this might just get me through Oh St. Botolph, you’re not watching over me I’d been hoping for a guardian, but I won’t wait on my knees Check my pockets, I’ve nothing left to lose Yes I’m battered and bruised, lost and confused And it’s all so damn funny to me And how much longer ’til I’m off the ground? Stamp the butt into sidewalk, leave my mark on this town I’m trying to be a heavyweight and hating every pound But I still believe this might be worth the while So I’ll pound on this piano ’til you see And I’ll howl into this microphone ’til someone listens to me These cigarettes will soon be less than ash in the winter winds But these cracked lips will still crack a smile I’ll throw myself against the wall until I stick I’ll give my pound of flesh, I’ll take my forty licks With every wound I’ll laugh until the skin grows back thick Boston, I’m not going anywhere

about

Boston rockers Drunken Logic are set to release their debut album, Something New to Burn, on March 5, 2013. This 11 song LP was tracked over three furiously paced days at Futura Productions in Roslindale, MA. Something New to Burn will be released almost entirely online, with fans able to download the album for free or choose their price on the band’s website. The album will also be available at major online music retailers.

Drunken Logic is the brainchild of songwriter and musician Jake Cassman (vocals, piano/keyboards), who was runner-up in Berklee College of Music’s Songs for Social Change competition in 2011. In order to bring his eclectic and energetic songs to life, Jake formed a nucleus with experienced studio and live musicians Alex Palazzo (electric guitar) and Ben Marino (drums and percussion), as well as talented composers and songwriters Sam Sewall (electric bass) and Ryan Jordan (acoustic guitar). The band collaborated with established producer, engineer and musician Igor Stolarsky on all tracks for Something New to Burn. Together, this team worked tirelessly to forge an unforgettable sound from an ambitious and invigorating set of songs that can be heard both on tape and in the band’s lively performances, most recently as finalists in the Pop vs. Not Battle of the Bands held at the Middle East Downstairs last December..

Drunken Logic’s debut album was spawned by a variety of influences, from the arena rock of the Who to ‘90’s pop punk and current indie folk/rock staples like Frightened Rabbit and the Decemberists. Cassman’s songs on "Something New to Burn" tackle the issues that all of us face these days, like doomed romance, a divisive political climate, and struggling to meet our own expectations. The result is an album with 11 very different songs that share the same huge, powerful sound and follow the path of rock music from its inception to its present.

credits

released March 5, 2013

Jake "Bbwwooww" Cassman - Voice, Piano, Keys
Alex "Did You Take The Lens Cap Off?" Palazzo - Electric Guitar
Ryan "I'm Still Here!" Jordan - Acoustic Guitar,
Sam "It Can't Be Good Until It's Better" Sewall - Bass Guitar
Ben "Wwoooeee" Marino - Drums, Percussion
Additional Vocals by Errbody

All Songs by Jake Cassman

Produced by Igor "Shut The Fuck Up!" Stolarsky and Jake Cassman
Engineered and Mixed by Igor Stolarsky

Recorded and Mastered at Futura Productions, Roslindale, MA
Additional Recording at Strewnshank Productions, Charlestown, MA
and Igor's Apartment in Jamaica Plain

Album Cover Photo by Alex Remnick
Additional Photos by Bobby Ferguson, Alex Remnick, and Jake Cassman
Cover Design by Jake Cassman and Leah Klein

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2012-2023.

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