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oh-so-faint (intro)
02:29
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Instrumental
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2. |
The Sinner
04:03
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Glittering tides
Sex on a rooftop
Sophocles in Korean
Match me back the same
Little did we know
That nothing would be the same
Spray me with cologne
Get me ready for some evening out
You don’t know me!
Spend time in my car
Break down syllables like 1967
You work on the newness
Just don’t break down in front of me
I’m a devil
You’re the sinner.
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3. |
Behind My Back
04:21
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Your desire doesn’t fit the mold
This all, it’s contrary to the ecstasy
I can hear you whisper
from another room
It’s all falling off track, behind my back
Darkness provided, lightness earnings
That’s all, it’s ecstatic for the tantric
They can hear you conspire
from another car
It’s all behind their necks, behind my back
Turtleneck blues
It’s all a sham —
of the plastic Jesus at your feet
Reconstitution, restitution
Retribution behind your back
Your desire goes to fit its own mold
Those all, they’re static for the bat shit
Crazy, bleed out, perspire
another blackened czar
Behind my face, behind my back.
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4. |
Every Way We Knew
02:44
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Take a little high now
Take a little break now
Take a little steam now
Take a little captivating time
These places we remember
Face the call of imperfections
Rolling down the road
I’m sorry that I didn’t pave this path
This psych ward is so cold and
where the hell has my mind gone?
Wasting all this time
Just to prove that I’m not what they all say
Back home here I take turns
My stomach turns, making all these left-hand turns
to prove that I can drive
Just to see that I can drive myself insane.
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5. |
Witching Hour
04:24
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Instrumental
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6. |
sunburst (middle)
01:48
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Instrumental
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7. |
Dry Car
03:23
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You confuse me
as the lanes do in the grocery store
Too many flavors of ice cream
and I don’t know which
to fucking buy
There’s godawful machinery
and clicking of the cans
down the aisle where the sluts
and whores do their
chores and
make up stutter cuts
It’s a vanishing world
among acetone
The witching hour blasts, courteous,
out louder than some sour —
Trading back, Reykjavík
unaligned
Relations in a trench
that nobody likes to admit
I’ve watched the losing powers falling,
striking down inferior dolls
turning out voodoo
You confuse them
as the cheating husband cries
and takes the sinner to the mall
Earth is melting, who knows — go under the stall
You’ll be surprised what you find.
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8. |
Self Defense
03:35
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Twenty heart beats
in the corner
But I never bought so many
Where’d they come from,
should I return them,
should I send them back to soul gate?
The master plan
is looking good
but will I take the treasures?
Which building first?
This is looking grim
We may not come out of this alive
Make sure to use self defense
Oh so commonplace
Staleness breeds them
under porch lamps
so dimly
So righteously
the carpet’s rolling in
New apartment
I cannot sing so loud about this
Thirty swabbings
in the courthouse
We’re trying to see who killed him
It was a severed head
so should I return it
to its rightful owner?
Selections from these tales,
it’s a good one
just please don’t give me feedback
I am not interested,
you could not care less
so at least it’s mutual
You should’ve used self defense
Gilded as today
Stick me in the fire
Lustrous in a way
that I don’t desire,
that I can’t breathe within
You are so long
in this place
I cannot stay for long.
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9. |
Crash
04:17
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An interstate
Signs at night
Water in my eyes
Flowing, darting
in and out of lanes,
I am sparing
I have been spared
Cloth is wiping
this turn, that turn
Scouting out these perishing hearts
When will I see you again?
This is not a story
This is not a way to be
This is not a life
A hardline in Neverland
before the crash comes
I am the beating ground
you all step upon
Six, seven days from now
Eight, nine years from now
This world lied
I’m taken down
Poster on my wall
Kissing, holding
pillow at night
I’m pretending
you were never taken
Shirttails running
over, over again
meshing with these plasticine feelings
Will I see you again?
In a tender club spot
I take considerations
Everlasting something
Dancing alone to dubstep
It just doesn’t feel right without you
This is a song that played when we met
Here’s that memory
It is too clear, it hurts my eyes
and you’re not there to see.
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10. |
Glassman
04:43
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Glass is soft
Cuts the skies
Interest failing now
Insert laughter here
Catatonic Babylon
Marches incomplete
Western mode of sadness
Flocks out of sight
When you ask me
if I feel you
There’s no point in
trying to
Worldly, maybe see
other sides of them
other sides of me
Matching point
Flustered charcoal
Drawn under weeping eyes
Drawn from seeping sighs
Scientific vagabond
Sterling as a beat
Eastern on the compass
I will find you there
When you see me
then I feel you
This other point to
lay into
Locally, I can’t see
every side of this
every sight of these
One chance for two last doors
which will open first?
Who is the glassman, is there
a chance that he will shatter,
never to be saved?
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11. |
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Instrumental
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12. |
(closure)
01:34
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Instrumental
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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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