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Little Angels
03:36
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Come on down here to the nightclub scene
You cannot brave your life since you’re eighteen
Love for everyone around
It seems like you’ve come back to town
Little angels fly into the metric speed of time
Fold into a box of undiscovered primes
And I can see a little angel discovered in me
Radiate and meditate until it’s gone again
Lusting over broken bottles
Like you’re trying to prove a very old point
Spirits are coming out of the woodwork
Can’t hear past the blare of the solar system
Little angels fly
Little angels fly
Little angels fly, my darling
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November
02:50
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Somewhere a spirit-tongued lad is sitting
An empty house of captured frames
Living and loving in a tireless age
Where every single thing appears the same
An ice box torn from clothing
Melting over a candlelit flame
Here's where everything turns to shame
Because who else is there to blame?
This November sadness comes and goes
Through this we'll see the highs and the lows
Maybe soon we'll turn to dust
Cause right now it's now or bust
Some written scheme goes through my head
You know we're bound to hit the bed
Though every thing has been done and said
Come on, we can paint this town red
A love is lost, a friend is gained
Both our tears have begun to wane
For on this day we see a light
Guess we'll never be able to give up this fight
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Tides
02:30
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Tides...
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Hi-Fi
02:30
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Turn on the hi-fi
Stereo
Romeo
Let's go to Rio
Turn off the hi-fi
Stir fry
Missed my flight
On this late night
Heartbeat
Repeat
All these games
Have a seat
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5. |
Too Late
03:26
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It's not too late to come home
This cartridge in my brain sinks like a medal
It's not too late to give up
Swims like a starfish into the ocean
It's not too late to say I'm sorry
It's not too late
Where are you?
How are you?
I heard someone sing in a dream
You're on the centerfold of my mind
It just sounds to me like a game
But to you I know it's real
It's not too late to hold tight
This image in my head flies like a sparrow
It's not too late or far-fetched
These ludicrous amends to life in the high bends
It's not too late to crawl down
Fleeting like a spark, where did it go to?
It's not too far to forget
Where's the memory, is it back in the ocean?
I heard someone sing in a dream
You're on the centerfold of my mind
It just sounds to me like a game
But to you I know it's real
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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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7. |
The Breakin' Fires
05:19
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[Instrumental]
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8. |
World Without Answers
05:08
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Settle down here for the winter
You can't get warm out there
Where's the turning point, where's the answer?
I can't feel myself anymore
And the stillness breaks
In a world without answers
Can't hear the sound
Of the whispering winds
The wondrous hope
In a hopeless, dreamless place
Can't see the sound
Drive into me, drive into me
Like the obelisk said,
"It's down where?"
Everyone scatters, scared and pallid
Makes me want to turn the tables on you
And the heart of the beast
Links itself to me
In a world without answers
Where's the point, my love?
(Vocal Ad Lib)
(1st Verse Repeat)
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Wasp
04:17
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Detective Singer, I don’t care
About your big and large blue dare
Schizoid lover, paranormal catching right there
‘Cause all they do is sit and stare
And it seems the part I fit like a glove
And it cries like a baby underwater
And when I find the answer to this ugliness
I’ll send that wasp your way again
Wasp sting turns a little redder
Wishing things would only get better
I know your time is short so just let her
I’m bigger now, I’m grown up, a regular go-getter
Riding on the back of a cumulus cloud
Everything up there is just so damn loud
And so it goes, c’est la vie, goodbye my darling
Why’d you even come back here again?
21st century loving calling on the phone
“Darling, it’s for you,” I say
All the while I wonder if you’ll stay
And play the part with me
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Beautiful Child
03:06
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The clocks are turning back again
Like the summer's too late to see
The dawn of today
Who's to say
You're all alone tonight
In the fragile twisting of time
A withering love
Sits in a frame
Boxed in by memories of that day
Where are you
Where have you gone
My beautiful child
Someone speaks
And you can't hear
I've left all the things I could never have loved
But here you are in front of me
Here I'll wake up in the morn
Sink into my veins
Like an electrical storm
I'll see you
My beautiful child
I'll beg you
My beautiful child
I'll love you
My beautiful child
And when the time comes 'round I'll say
I love you (my beautiful child)
I love you (my beautiful child)
I love you
I'll say I love you more than you know
I love you (my beautiful child)
I love you (my beautiful child)
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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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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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