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Saturday Morning
04:02
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Saturday morning
Comes and goes like an airplane
I'm just sitting here waiting
On Saturday morning
Little by little
It sinks into me slowly
Coming by cautious
Sinkholes left in my mind
It'll wait, it'll wait, it'll wait ...
Instinctual melody
Coming out of the mouths in the room
Doors are opening
It'll wait, it'll wait, it'll wait ...
I can see a light
Returning to skies up above
Disfigured thoughts
In a room of contracted lots
It'll wait, it'll wait, it'll wait ...
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2. |
The Breakin' Fires
05:19
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[Instrumental]
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3. |
Alone in San Francisco
03:13
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Lights go off, darkness comes
Over the mountains and hills
Keep you safe, make you warm
Young man what are you doing in this part of town?
Somewhere I stand
And somewhere I'll fall
I can hear the call
Of a dangerous love
But I'm alone here in San Francisco
Tonight is a lonely night
And somehow I feel good inside
That tomorrow will come around again
Blind man walks down side walked streets
No one will give him the time of day
Here I am, tall and proud
Not afraid for them to see me anymore
Somewhere I stand
And somewhere I'll fall
I can hear the call
Of a dangerous love
But I'm sleeping here in San Francisco
Tonight is a lonely night
And somehow I feel good inside
That tomorrow will come around again.
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4. |
Before the Rain
05:00
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Well you feel so small in the world today
But I see your smile
Well it comes along with the carnival
At the turn of tides
Well I once wished that I knew you
But the game is up
How dare you try to move me
From underneath the world
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much to see the day
Before the rain
Single words from the mouths of slaves
That you hear at dawn
The curtains drawn like a pencil sketch
Of your memories
Well I see you in the corner
Left to go and die alone
Well the day is the thing that you take in stride
When your loved ones are gone
Once upon a time
There lived a world so close to us
Once upon a rhyme.
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Contempt
04:23
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So here’s the last goodbye
So here’s the words I’ve been trying to say
So why do people pretend to exist?
Why do they come to me
Asking, asking for love?
So here’s where we will part our ways
The pain inside me reeks of staleness
So why do those who lose forget the meaning?
Why do they come to me
Asking, asking for more?
Dunces and kings, overtones
Lost on the moon, lost in the hallways
I feel regret, contempt, remorse, no more
I feel understandably so – gone
I’m back in high school once again
The lines are blurred from sitting so long
Unearthed from dark lives, the homecoming queens
Sleeping in many beds but never your own
Remember when we used to dream
Before those dreams became obscene?
Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters stuck in the seams
It was the wildest thing we’d ever seen.
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This Isn't the Indy 500
03:19
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This isn’t the Indy 500
So why are you driving so fast?
This isn’t a motor speedway
For you to contemplate your fate
This isn’t capital punishment
I don’t see you dying now
This isn’t your wife,
this isn’t your son,
it isn’t your daughter,
so who has won?
Tonight’s your night,
Tonight’s the night,
Tonight is right, tonight
This world is alien to you
So turn around, go back home
This knowledge is far above you
So read the book or make your way
Tonight your sight is clear in view,
Tonight’s the night to do
On the other side, on the other side of me
This isn’t the Indy 500
But you still control the gears
The way you go is up to you
A precious lane, a strip of highway.
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7. |
This Night...
04:04
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The furnace is hot, so hot
it burns you without touching
Close encounters banned
like a long forgotten thing
Lying here tonight
like we are floating over land
The record spins while we touch
and explore our minds and bodies
You smile at me
Worlds collide here
It feels so insane
You drive me crazy
Lying here, you smile at me, worlds collide here
The Professor lingers on the question
posed here, but what does it mean?
Above the fort we lie
Sounds like one of us might survive
I ask you to stay but then I
understand where you come from
And yet the whistle blows
Who knows where we'll go
When you tell me you like me the same way
Give it up, give it up, give it up ...
Such a long time, such a long time ...
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Edge
05:13
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It’s a cold world, stop and look at the signs
It’s the renegade of the season, paralyzed
It’s a young soul, you left too fast to be noticed
It’s the pain you feel in the water, you are drowning
Come off the edge
It’s safer here, it’s safe in my arms
Come off the ledge
You’re loved like everyone wants you
Come off the edge
It’s painful but the story’s not over
It’s a sharp blade, cutting over the soft flesh
It’s a tight noose, around your neck you place it
Thinking of the world, it’s hard to know your place
Just a little more, just feed a little more
‘cause it’s hard to live with that face
Lay down
Lay in silence
Lay down
Lay in my arms.
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Icy
03:14
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The ice is melting, Catalina
Right turn, wrong time
Justify the spirit giver
And fall right through the cracks
The ice is broken, Catalina
Spin, run, turn round, fly
Justify your precious lover
And dance till the keg runs dry
The ice is water, Catalina
Trays go back into the freezer
Justify the holy rollers
Insatiate the common man
Test 1, 2, 3 -
this is a message for all of you:
Days go by, days go by
The ice is melting, Catalina!!!
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On the Roof
04:01
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Consecrated, inundated with papers
You took the train at 12 AM and you don’t know what your name is
On the roof you said “I don’t want to be with you anymore”
I took my time, I thought “Good lord, honey, you don’t know me like you should”
You’re late for afternoon tea
With the captain of two ships gone out to sea
A considerable amount of overwashed and bashful incantations
Spread it out so thinly it cannot breathe
Levitating, it’s overrated
Come perish in my presence
Wait for me when you get over the hill
And meet me on the roof
Just meet me up on the roof
You flirt with other men, it hurts, but I’ll get over it
Catcher in the rye, stale bread, it spreads so thinly you cannot breathe
Another day, another novel, another waking moment that you’re not there
Not even the sisters of the callous vertebrae stir up the kind of shit that you do
Cover me with everything that you see, it’s doubtful you’ll be
The man I want you to be
On the roof, on the roof.
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11. |
Still Life
05:08
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Hang up the phone, it’s ringing so late
Don’t matter who’s calling tonight
If it’s your art dealer, well you can tell him
That I hated that abstract work of art
or work of crap, depends on who you talk to
Cut me off the line
I don’t want to hear your voice
Otherwise I’m sitting alone in here
Someone told me your still life turned out crappy
Still life ...
You, me, everyone we used to know
is gathered here tonight
for your still life
I hang up the phone, you’ve lost all importance to me
Cast another line and maybe you’ll catch a whore
“Someday”’s gone and never returns
And you smell like you could get a burn from the sun
Once bitten, twice shy, third ... who really knows?
All in all I’m sitting alone in here
Someone told me, it’s not funny, but your still life
turned out like shit.
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Psychotic Impetus
04:10
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Giuseppe made a friend down in little Brooklyn
Called his mommy, trash the car for all the things he’s seeing
Make a mess of all the trash cans and the confiscating
“Oh Lord, I wish you weren’t talking and just masticating!”
The tiny woman walks right on past the store front
Collecting verses, masses, passes and the sound of your grunt
Listen and you’ll find that music isn’t infinite
A gesticulated lull that pulls and culls at your sight
Gelling and selling your
Psychotic impetus
To underrated sharks in parks
Your psychotic impetus is ...
Giuseppe got in trouble with a police officer
Called his daddy, makes amends for all the strict monikers
A tad bit later he is down at the hospital
for the mentally insane ... now figure that one out.
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13. |
Impact
03:49
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Take another picture with your Holga
Ram it down the throats of age-old dreamers
Conflict for the derelicts
Cause the impact for the things you lacked
Way back then, way back when
Present giving freaks overzealous
and untrue virtues make you jealous
Take another shot at me
I used to be quicker – how’d I lose that speed?
A fake gender,
undefined and slender
Way over there, makes me stop and stare
Unforgiven last words are an ugly fact
Who are you to create an impact?
Way back when, way back then
Way over there a contradictory flare
You in a meteor shower, crusted and bare.
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14. |
Curious People
03:27
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One day I’ll tell you how much I love you
One day soon I’ll make sure they know
Give a lot, give a little, give in between
Your stars align in the night sky
These waters are warm from the sun up above
Crash over and maybe it’ll go faster
Teenage heartthrobs sparse and content with sound
Billowing from towers overhead, in the steadfast lane
Curious people
One day I’ll be the killjoy that puts you
Up on top of the smallest hill
Take a bit, scrounge a little, mark down the ways
Your vengeance is bright in the night sky
These times are so fragile from the tricks of the trade
Thumbelina and friends are turning the corner
One day I’ll speak out clear as the bells
And one day soon I’ll be sure they hear.
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15. |
Intro
03:22
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[Instrumental]
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16. |
Apples
03:57
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You make a mess of the orchards
and I see you, baby ...
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17. |
I Blame Composure
03:24
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Comets in the sky ...
Sonic spectral incandescent lightbulbs
Flash above my head
Inconsiderate notions
She flails without a purpose underneath
the pale moon tidings
Flash above my head
Flashing above my head
Commerce spellbound untidy transfers
Cursing about my head
Loud as shitstorms rolling in the harbor
and pursing my lips with dread
IT’S OVER
Spurting flowers budding cultures widely
Retract inside my head
Visions of a world with all its hardware
returning to Club Med
Comets in the sky ...
IT’S OVER
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Toreador
04:20
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I heard a sound
Screams from the caves
Memory is so fragile, it scrambles like disease
Take the picture, brother, we are stuck in this freeze
I don't know, I don't know
the secret anymore
I won't search, I won't look
it's hard to play the game
when you're neither high or low
I don't need your help to cry
I don't need your help to cry
I felt a shock
Of dreams I have saved
The knife, it turns inside my skin, it asks me how to please
Forgive me in this nightmare, it is caught in the trees.
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19. |
From Back to Front
03:14
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You put me up
in this suite
I taste the orange
it isn’t so sweet
You put me up
on a pedestal
I taste the vodka
as it pushes through my veins
I am a stain
on the floor
The last tenant
from a blackout city tour
You set me up
I smell blood, sweat
and some dried up tears
They cloak my coat
With glistening lies
They spread my legs
I hope to hide
From back to front
I’m sterile
I am ill
You won’t kill Bill
I am still
from back to front.
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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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