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Intro
03:22
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[Instrumental]
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Apples
03:57
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You make a mess of the orchards
and I see you, baby ...
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Forget Everything I Said
03:36
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You made the pilot turn around
Said you couldn’t leave home
You mentioned silly little things
And whispered them in my ear, the sky out here is clear
You made the city follow you
It’s a drastic turn of events
The interior crashes down like paper stars
calling for refusal of the swastika butterfly jars
You turn around, turn around, fighting back slowly
You turn the bound, circle ‘round, sightless crown biding your time
And your city is the tide washing you away
You told your mother to back down
Said it isn’t anybody’s choice
You mentioned silly little things
And crunched them into a ball, a murderess is in that hall
You tried to bury the quiet hatchet
It isn’t going to speak, don’t you worry
The exterior rises up like skyscrapers
calling for acceptance of the butterflies in my stomach
You turn around, turn around, fighting back slowly
You turn around, circle ‘round, on the boundless marchland
Just forget everything I said and float away.
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Pieces of a Train
04:15
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Never was, never was, never was
the star boy
Never was, never was, never would be
anything much
Then it all turned
and the rivers flowed
The stars floated in the sky
but I'd never be one.
Never was, never was, never was the classroom clown
Never was, never was, I couldn't be
a single thing more
Doldrums in the distance
and catnip in the pouches
The comets fell bloated from the sky
but I'd never see one.
San-gri-la, san-gri-la, pieces of a train
San-gri-la, san-gri-la,
why do you still complain to me that everything is over now, everybody's leaving
You read your dirty magazines, your Cadillac manual
as the sound barrier breaks above your head
Here's the thing, here's the thing, here I am
in black suit and tie
It's an ugly funeral for that someone I used to know
But you were my friend,
why did you go and betray me?
The angles all turned black like coal,
the orchestra ceased to play.
Here's the thing, here's the thing, where were you
when the bells rang out
Once a concertmate for the long run
I just forgot we were done
But how could you leave me there,
stupefied, drunk and disorderly?
I know the tides turn regularly
but I couldn't be one.
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Act. Don't Speak
04:15
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It came to this
We settled down
in that big white house by the river
The shutters creaked,
the doors were off their hinges,
your smile in the hallway
and the curtain lace fringes
It came to now
We learned to take our last bow
Trouble is the culprit
but you never mentioned how
You saw right through my senses
It’s just a mouthful to explain
Candles lit, the stove’s on
Up go white picket fences
And the cars roll on by
The flight I take to the sky
By and by, my dearest son
It came to this
We worried ‘bout the kids and their friends
when they were young
Up and down the sidewalk
Chalk marks in the rain
of messages that spelled out how I love you
It came to then
The oil lamps were burning
brightly as the nearest star in the sky
‘Cause even though our son’s gone
we recall him so fondly
The paper’s here, the cat’s out
of the doorway
And the cars roll on by
The flight I take to the sky
By and by, my dearest son
It comes to us
Sitting in our old chairs
Looking at the sunset wearing raincoats
We swore we’d never go out
when the rain begins to fall
But even lack of oxygen
won’t make me drop your hand
And so it goes ...
And so it goes ...
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Fine
03:56
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The last telephone call
You told me you’re fine
The very last conversation
You said you were fine
The last meeting at the coffee bar
You convinced me you were fine
And the... and the... and the... world just ends for us
Your necklace chain breaks into pieces
but you’re still fine
Followed by your heart, your soul, your afternoon tea break
but you’re just fine
Your eyes fall out at the sight of me
Papier-mâché smiles torn up like ribbon strings
Fly away like egg hatched balloons
It’s so painful I forget who I am
and I’m just fine
I just cannot, I will not
shake the thought of you
I want to hold you forever, whatever that may mean
and shut the door behind.
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Wither
03:48
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[Instrumental]
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Zealot
01:55
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Curve the shape up to the top
Fit your body into the mould
Spark plug motor mouth
Unknown objects flying in & out
Sleeptown is a flooded gutter
As you fall down into lemon-sucking flutters
FLUTTER GUTTERS.
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You, Yourself, Melting
04:02
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Do you remember what it feels like to melt?
You, yourself, are melting
Art galleries in my sleep
They sing to me, they sing to me:
“The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand!
The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand!”
Cover the mattresses
and sing to the saints
Bash up the buttresses,
there are no complaints ‘till my spirit goes
The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand
The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand
Do you remember what it feels like to melt?
You, yourself, are melting.
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Kissing Me Deadly
06:46
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Leave the light on for me when I get home tonight
Leave my wheelchair here where I can crawl into it
Leave my senses in the darkness
Leave my pillow dry and cold
Put behind sixty years of silence
Put behind the use of my senses
I don’t need you to touch me for me to feel you
I don’t need your words to wind me up for me to hear you
Though my arms have lost their life
Though my legs won’t walk again
Whispers like wind chimes in my ear
Woah, woah, carry me home, woah, woah, show me what it feels like
Woah, woah, your warmth next to me, woah, woah, it’s kissing me deadly
Tell me how this sounds for the day we part
I’ve worked on it for days and years
It doesn’t matter how you say it, but make it ring
Just don’t forget a thing.
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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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