The final track from Into Something New. Check out the rest of the album on iTunes and Spotify! 

January

'Into Something New' is now available on iTunes and Spotify!

Born Again

The first track from Whiskey Autumn's new EP, Call You Mine. 

June

The isolated vocal tracks from So Wise So Young, the second song on Into Something New. 

So Wise So Young (Isolated Vocals)

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Postcard From Tokyo

Dog Days

Bedhead honey wake up 
They blasted the big bomb our way 
Sipping on my Dixie cup 
Heard the mad man proclaim 

All these peasants fear what they cannot hear 
Or see face to face 
Let’s go sailing instead 
While the world’s still ‘round 

Summer’s over bundle up 
Forecast says acid rain 
The rich hide underground 
Girl, I’ll miss the good love we made 

In the present tense living in suspense 
Of fury and flames 
Let’s go sailing instead 
While the world’s still ‘round 

Disintegrate into blood red fire 
Piper play that flute 
A window with a view 
Skyline to heaven on earth 
Baby blue 

Flattened beach ball crumpled up 
From sandy salad days 
Fishy floating upside down 
Ashes from whence we came 

Such a pleasant view, cataclysmic hue 
They duck under chairs 
Let’s go sailing instead 
While the world’s still ‘round

Written by Greg Laut 
Produced by Whiskey Autumn 

Greg Laut - Vocals, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Keyboards, Drum Programming 
Jason Paton - Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Drum Programming 
Matty Schelling - Drums, Drum Programming 

Mixed by Chris Scott with Whiskey Autumn 
Mastered by Jim Wilson 
Engineered by Whiskey Autumn and Andy McEwen 

Beach audio recorded by Daniel Herman and Mineral Sound 
Photo by Hannah Oreskovich 
Art design by Whiskey Autumn 

Tracked at The Blue House and The Crucible

Let's Go Sailing Instead

I might think twice
Before I burn out in LA for you 
Yeah I might

Would you say you adore every ghost? 
The classic dapper dashing kind
Up on the screen projecting silvery fog 
Frozen celluloid of mine
Recites impossibly clever lines

And you inch just a little just a little bit closer
Like a posh LA girl tipsy on a mimosa
Now you take your time when the clock can afford it 
The needle found its groove
Let’s play it in slowmo

(Step, step, step)
Step to a fever dream
(Step, step, step)
Matter of fact toss back the sheets
(Step, step, step)
Spent ’97 cruising through that video store 
Every night I’d rewind to that opening score

Why do you cry when the credits roll by?
You’ve seen this play out a thousand times
Quote famous final words from chipped china dolls 
He’s got that leading man jawline
He’ll be a star till he’s 65

And you inch just a little just a little bit closer
Like a posh LA girl tipsy on a mimosa
Now you take your time when the clock can afford it 
The needle found its groove
Let’s play it in slowmo

(Step, step, step)
Step to a fever dream
(Step, step, step)
Matter of fact toss back the sheets
(Step, step, step)
Spent ’97 cruising through that video store
Every night I’d rewind to that opening score
 
When Pa didn’t make it
I skipped out on his wake
And I buried the thought on the side of the road
In Southern California I feel anything but golden
The lifestyle I chose means I miss out on these moments 
And play to empty rooms where the patrons couldn’t care 
If I drank Elvis’ blood and declared myself his heir
The disco lost its shine to the daily blended grind 
Snapped the high E string, my voice cracked
Now I might 

Think twice 
Before I burn up in LA for you 
Yeah I might

(Step, step, step)
Step to a fever dream
(Step, step, step)
Matter of fact toss back the sheets
(Step, step, step)
Spent ’97 cruising through that video store 
Every night I’d rewind to that opening score 
(Step, step, step)
Monochrome actress theme
(Step, step, step)
Smear it with paint the pastel gleams
(Step, step, step)
Spent 27 coasting past those bankrupt stores 
There’s no need to rewind in a virtual world

Written by Greg Laut
Produced by Greg Laut & Jason Paton

Greg Laut - Vocals, Keyboards, Electric Guitars, Drum Programming
Jason Paton - Bass Guitar, Keyboards, Electric Guitar, Vocals, Drum Programming
Matty Schelling - Drums

Mixed by Chris Scott with Whiskey Autumn
Mastered by Jim Wilson
Engineered by Whiskey Autumn, Chris Scott, and Andy McEwen

Photo and Art Design by Sam Skinner

Monochrome Actress

She hoped to catch some sleep on the red eye 
The only fix for those black and blue eyes 
Bourbon and pills to bring me down 
Pilot don’t wake me until I touch the ground 

Maybe I will find 
Myself again 
At the end of this ride 

She said she’s never kissed a stranger 
Or placed her faith into babies in mangers 
One more sip could take me down 
Baby please be there when I touch the ground 

Maybe I will find 
Myself again 
At the end of this night 

And maybe I will find 
Myself again 
At the end of this life 
This life... 

She hoped to catch some sleep on the red eye 
The only fix for those black and blue eyes 
Bourbon and pills to bring me down 
Baby please be there when I touch the ground

Written by Greg Laut 
Produced by Greg Laut and Jason Paton 

Greg Laut - Vocals, Keyboards, Electric Guitars, Drum Programming 
Jason Paton - Keyboards, Bass Guitar, Vocals, Drum Programming 
Matty Schelling - Drums 

Mixed by Chris Scott with Whiskey Autumn 
Mastered by Jim Wilson 
Engineered by Whiskey Autumn and Andy McEwen 

Airport and airplane audio recorded by Jason Paton

The Red Eye

Monochrome Actress (Corsicana Remix)

Let's Go Sailing Instead (Retrofette Remix)

The Red Eye (Escapism Remix)

Modern Doubt (Levi Double U Remix)

Birds That Flew (OptycNerd Remix)

Sleepy crawler wipe your makeup off
That zombie dance displayed
Daylight fading 
Seasons forever changing
That bag of bones will degenerate

HEY

Drowsy diver a sunset etched in pink
Cosmic currents erase
That jukebox wailing
Her washed out jeans been fraying
My denim girl's taste don't change

All my life I'd wait too long
Tik tok
Cut
Fade to black

I won't worry floating out there in time
You won't see me
Your spacetime bent backwards from mine
Hearts folded over
Our time don't beat the same

Disco yawning her neon heart hums low
That zombie dance conveyed
That pinball sailing
Arcade kids complaining
"My token wasn't worth anything"

All my life I'd wait too long
Tik tok
Cut
Fade to black

I won't worry floating out there in time
You won't see me
Your spacetime bent backwards from mine
Hearts folded over
Our time don't beat the same

No other one attempted to catch me
I'd have fallen so low
Alarm clocks buzzing an AM chorus you know
Daydreamer could you fly up with me?
Wave to the melodies below
I'm bound to lighten up when you knock on my door
Footsteps click my porch

Daylight fading
Seasons forever changing
That bag of bones will degenerate

I won't worry floating out there in time
You won't see me your spacetime bent backwards from mine
Hearts folded over 
Our time don't beat the same

WRITTEN BY Greg Laut
PRODUCED BY Jason Paton and Greg Laut

GREG LAUT - Vocals, Guitar
JASON PATON - Keyboards, Guitar, Vocals
STEVE GILES - Bass Guitar
FORREST RAUP - Drums

MIXED BY Greg Laut and Jason Paton
MASTERED BY Jim Wilson at Yes Mastering

Zombie Dance

How do you perceive your reality?
Do you paint it with your inner child? 
Or does is come in grey, dull doldrums?
An endless staircases' rising spiral

In between every Halloween
Can't pinpoint who you are
'Til 10/31 you're James Dean
Good gracious now you're back in black again
So morose and phantom thin

Your best friend dressed up as Joan Jett
That cherry bomb is so rock n roll
She can't breathe in her leather corset
Apple bobbing in spiked punch bowls

Mirror, mirror do you see
A scared kid in a sheet
Haunting in between Halloween

How do you conceive your identity?
Do you dress it in the latest style?
Or does it come in outdated humdrum?
Tattered boots that walk for miles and miles

In between every Halloween
You're nowhere and it's now 
A final twist for the scream queen
Predacious psycho killer stalks again
Unmask him he's your boyfriend

Your best friend dressed up as Joan Jett
That cherry bomb is so rock n roll
She can't breathe in her leather corset
Apple bobbing in spiked punch bowls

Mirror, mirror do you see
A scared kid in a sheet
Haunting in between Halloween

WRITTEN BY Greg Laut
PRODUCED BY Jason Paton and Greg Laut
ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY Chris Scott

GREG LAUT - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Drum Programming
JASON PATON - Keyboards, Drum Programming
STEVE GILES - Bass Guitar
FORREST RAUP - Drums

MIXED BY Greg Laut and Jason Paton at Whiskey Autumn Studios
MASTERED BY Jim Wilson at Yes Mastering

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