Avoid Eye Contact

by Evan Schafer

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1.
Another freak accident Calling without sound Marking off your territory Sleeping through the night Testing my patience On the shortest day of the year Making everything seem okay When it couldn’t be more bad Mountainside, no air Slipping slowly downward Nothing sits by itself without help Just clipping off bits of time Jumping over everything Just everything isn’t there When you’re really trying Begging for another try In another facet of life You've got time You've got me Sickened by the food Is it really as bad as they say? I doubt it, you never tell the truth When you’re slipping downward When you’re slipping slowly downward Everything goes away in years to come Forget the times I joked with you It’s about time you grew up anyway
2.
In the summer of '67 When the waves crashed Upon the shores of chrome And no one paid attention for a second Avoid eye contact With the makeshift bandits Leaving the area my soul dies - go on Just shut your mouth, run off forever Keeping your secret tryst alone In the volatile silence of dangerous factories When you're all alone And it seems you're gonna die Trust in me Why believe me When there's nothing to believe anymore Understand me, never leave me, keep me, save me, rewire me, curmudgeon me, wake me, trust me, kill me When the death falls Upon this day You'll be the first To fall into my arms
3.
Still There 04:00
Shut me in, shut me in, shut me in Hell on earth, are you still there? Petting the head of every bad person Justification disastrous lovemaking Are you still there? Don't make me come in there If I do, you'll be sorrier than ever before Voices in my head Telling me what to do Not my fault anymore I've gone insane, I've gone insane I've gone insane, I've gone insane Done with every ordinary person I've got nothing left anymore Try me and you'll see exactly What I want you to do In another world I've got a million dollars Rip off, you're a rip off Get your own damn brain
4.
Caught 03:28
Caught in a Byzantine Ziggurat Caught in a leftover edge from dead air Caught without a safety net It's the end of the beginning here That was such a big mistake You'll be sorry when it comes back to haunt you Shoved in the back Collecting bits and fragments of another life Riveted and forgiving Marking off another day Just another day in isolation Calendars don't tell you what you want to know Caught in a Byzantine Ziggurat Caught in a leftover edge from dead air Caught without a safety net It's the end of the beginning here
5.
Wishing on a brighter star For today to be the best we've ever seen Is the waiting room horrid? Can you take it any longer I ask you now? Sorry, but am I that boring? You with your flashy egotist, I beg you Don't me remind me of that Just keep it to yourself Cut your throat Make it seem like everything is just a bowl of cherries Don't take a breath if you can't wait any longer Then I suggest you take a walk Quirky little smirk on that malicious mug Taste of your misshapen lips I feel it coming on, I've felt it for years Being so contradicting, being so furtive Young boy eats everything in sight Tearing out his hair Making it seem like it's normal Starving in the road Don't die, my son It's okay to be frightened
6.
Untitled #8 03:44
A kiss with tongues A kiss with tongues Believe me, you would run a mile If I were to spill the beans Did you really get out of jail For free? Good night to you Good night to you I think evil is in the food And it's gonna get a lot worse Resign, you are a disgrace I struggle This is your mission This is your mission Should you choose to accept Please don't fall under the spell Of the drip, drip, drip Drip, drip, drip Go swimming Go swimming In the ocean with your jeans Probably best to go back And get it over with Dissolve A maze unfolds As you walk through it Appearing in front of you
7.
We beg for the scraps from your table Trussed up in tuxedos We fawn drivel and crawl the sweet orchestra At your prestigious charity ball And it barely keeps us amused We are empty We are confused Our insides have been removed You're not really listening So you won't notice at all As it slides like slime From the flock paper walls I do not understand what it is I've done wrong I've been skating on surface Now finally my ice has melted The top has come off The gas is escaping I do not understand what it is I've done wrong What is wrong is not in here So I'd better keep moving on
8.
I've stopped trying to fix my face It's fine like it is There are no constant rainstorms And there are no drains I need to get out of here I'm out of control Artichoked broken hearts With increasing obstruction And if the sky was full of water I could jump up And go splash into it Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on We are faceless You can't attack us At this test screening We're ascending You cannot follow us We are wondrous You will bow to us We are the pixels on a screen And we feel nothing We are hypnotized by your eyes We are faceless, we are faceless
9.
Upper class tossers Watch them tear themselves limb from limb The world is your veggie pork chop Don’t run and hide again They’ll trample you under foot as they stampede Wailing with sad panic in their eyes as the hangman comes I’m not the answer But you’re easy to please Words are blunt instruments From an exploding harpoon Old dust and hot air The new ice age is coming This morning I woke up at ransom Postman delivered me your letters XX and X, if that is how you are spelling it Subconscious erases but engraves An imprint Rubbing etch-a-sketch I can’t shake up Sweating, shaking, hyperventilating When you fall in the pool of blood

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released December 21, 2008

Produced, Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by
Evan Schafer (THAT’S RIGHT, HE DID IT ALL!)

Recorded at EvAn Music Studios, Philadelphia
from October-December 2008 (HIS BASEMENT STUDIO)

INSTRUMENTS (IN ORDER OF IMPORTANCE TO EVAN):
Yamaha CP80, synthesizers, RMI, piano, drum loops,
Mellotron, Fender Rhodes, electric guitar, sitar, bass,
percussion, noises, samples, all vocals – Evan

PEOPLE (THE FOLKS WHO REALLY MADE THIS HAPPEN):
My parents, Zachary Larmer & Andrew Hoffmann,
Yamaha, Roland, Fender, Gibson, Ibanez, Latin Percussion
and anyone else I might have forgotten!

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Evan Schafer Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

My name is Evan Schafer. I am an indie musician with a strong grounding in traditional composition, but the material always has a unique flair. I guarantee not being bored out of your gourd when turning on one of the records. I produce, mix, and engineer everything myself, and have done so since late 2005. ... more

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