What's For Breakfast?

by Evan Schafer

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1.
Antenna 03:48
Communist sweep down Inundation overrated Send out my signal Literal fighting words Backing up against the wall Send out my signal Molding clay in my hands Fold it into vast expanse Send out my signal Courteous illusions back their way down Hostile interior variations Line me up against the floorboards Give me twice the man you are Fuck me sideways on the ceiling Send out my signal Feeling bodies crush the room Laying sideways in your tomb Send out your signal Folding questions in the air I have no saliva left to spare Send out your signal.
2.
Lockhorn 04:26
I’m the devil’s friend On Cadillac cable That monsters shape and reveal Trained like a master Falling like a slave Under the rule of the tundra When are sweet dreams fading? When will the lighthouse dim? When will the lockhorn turn for the worse? When will our faces smile again? Playing card flipped Dressed as a jester Living in a world depressed Wordless and free Will I ever be let be? Witches and whores will tend to vanish Catching a fish Hearty and slippery Funny the things you remember Put away the book You should’ve seen the looks They gave to us last September.
3.
Fly in your house It’s a bird, say no words Never leave the couch Coffee mug, mum’s the word Splatter on the disk Airport pat down, frisky frisk Never leave me doused Flask is drunk, I am too Tractors in your dreams Tearing you down, building it up Sign on your door Do not disturb, scream the words Fly in the house It’s a bird without the wings Widen up the torch But don’t you light this firestorm Just another ten hour Tuesday Trapped on the page It’s a book without the words Never tells the truth Put the blinds on the stove Worthless and confused Spinning rivers, where are the fish? Never leave me high Track gets lost, here I go Buildings in your dreams Winding it down, working you up The world’s incomplete Do not return, instant words Fly in the house It’s a plane with everything Blowing out the flame But don’t blame me if it’s all the same Just another ten hour Tuesday.
4.
Pull up the anchor Go for a swim Floating in waters on the zephyr rim And in your crystal ball You see the future, you see what’s coming down And in your telepathy You see the worry, the apathy, the indignity I’ve got the tale of where the sea ends, where the sea ends Ride the whale’s tail where the sea ends, where the sea ends Mark down on your calendar The day I’ll ask you to be my own, to marry me, won’t you please? Floating in rhythm on the sandbar hoping for something new.
5.
Hiatus 03:15
On hiatus Write this darkness down Of the patterns on the floor I’m begging you On hiatus This music digs in deep Its heels are wonders Passing clever jokes down the line On hiatus Draw this melted figure down I am here on tracing paper and I’m begging you Don’t stop touching my face Blessed trouble disappear without a trace Don’t stop touching my face Hanging freely I go swinging from curtain lace Don’t stop touching my body Restless match flares and my eyes are spotty Don’t stop touching my body Please don’t remember this tomorrow.
6.
Interior 03:26
You don’t speak to me Just the essence of a conversation Around me, about you We’re now an “us” You don’t take the tests you need to take Just the inside of an empty building Within me, outside you We’re now an “us” All day long Write the scene It’s a power storm the likes of which Align me, extorting you We’re now an “us” Dragging me into the quarry Sinking ship I’ve fashioned out of Papier-mâché, another way We’re now an “us”.
7.
Hindsight 05:48
Here’s the clasp on my diary It has a key that has yet to be made In hindsight I bring the cards to the table I fashion it out of old threads and lace I’m standing right here I’ve waited, no moment too soon Who’s lonely when the truth doesn’t do? Who’s wishing when our hearts fall into place? Here’s the lock on the wishing well Flip a coin and hope for the best In hindsight I knew I could do better I used to fight with the words on my tongue Here’s the taste of your lips on mine Past intentions fade slowly out In hindsight I wore the colors off the stage I danced in and out of this circular cage.
8.
I'm Free 03:47
I used to not understand the world and its turns All the angles and the swirling and the contrasts I used to not understand the person throwing verbs at my face Pastures wide and gasping for air and burying me I no longer reply when wires are crossed The Spaniard dancing on the table to a jaunty beat asks me to dance I no longer reply when fissures become dizzying, opulent passions Trashing the din of a bubble undermined by questionable fears Before I cry Please, my dear, let me go free After these many coincidental years Finally, I am free I determine rationally the western winds whipping my backside Every slap of the drum, instant and eloquent and quarrelling I’ve loosened beyond my years, assuredly playing my fric-fracking, steering clear One of these days I’ll send for you in violet castrations Clawing at the edge of the cliff begging to return as a stone You’ll never be justified, don’t try to redeem the audience’s praise Here’s to hoping your shakes buy out your dreams while you’ve got them And rest for the rest for the rest of your time here.
9.
Flawed 04:59
The light shines over something you once held onto The light shines into the wandering minstrel’s eyes Say you were my friend, say you were my partner in crime Say you were my soulmate, say you were the one I needed Just admit it, take your bow and say it Wondering all the ways you wonder Just take this song and sing it Take this world and spin it and take these hearts along I can’t cry any longer ‘Cause I’m learning how to die I’m learning I am flawed The weight it’s lifting from your shoulders The weight it’s searing, it’s the past and present Say you took a trip, say you took the way I had told you Say you took my word, say you are okay with who you are The day is coming, it’s right around that corner The white light, it’s bright, is calling your name You’re leaving us, you’re leaving us, and you’re okay with it You’re leaving us, you’re leaving us, and you’re okay with it.
10.
Lucy at the diner asks “what do you want?” You say, “I don’t know dear, what’s for breakfast?” Placed down in front is a plate Bacon, eggs and grits Take this opportunity Take it while it’s here Take this and spin with me Sit down and eat with me What’s for breakfast? Is it something I’ll like? What’s for breakfast? Don’t give me slack, I’ll just send it back Lucy at the diner asks “how do you want your eggs?” You say, “Over easy, and make it snappy” Placed down in back is my face Sterile as a culture underneath the piercings.

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released March 20, 2014

Produced by Evan Schafer

Engineered, mixed and mastered by Evan Schafer
Written and composed by Evan Schafer

Recorded 2013 and 2014 in West Chester, Lake Ariel and Spring City, PA

©2014 Cherry Blossom Records.
All rights reserved. No copying.

Lyrics reprinted with permission.


Instruments:
Evan Schafer – piano, keyboards, acoustic and classical guitars,
drums and percussion, acoustic and electric basses, programming, vocals

Backing vocals on #7 – Andrew Cook, Ally Palmer, Mandi Rush


Special thanks to:
Steinway & Sons, Yamaha, m-Audio, Apple Inc., Logic Pro X, Ibanez, Hohner, Fender, Andy, Ally, and Mandi

Thanks to:
Debra and Bill Schafer, Paula Jones, PJ DiMuzio, Nelson Vicens

For Andrew Cook...

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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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