Alone In San Francisco

by Evan Schafer

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1.
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
2.
November 02:50
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
3.
Tides 02:30
Tides...
4.
Hi-Fi 02:30
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
5.
Too Late 03:26
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
6.
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 ...
7.
[Instrumental]
8.
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)
9.
Wasp 04:17
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
10.
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)
11.
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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released August 19, 2010

Produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by
EVAN SCHAFER

All music and lyrics by
EVAN SCHAFER

Recorded digitally in The Dungeon & The Bedroom, Pa. (with 4-track analog overdubs).

Instrumentation:
Evan Schafer - piano, keyboards, guitar, bass guitar, percussion, vox

Bill Schafer - trumpet (on "The Breakin' Fires")

Paula Jones - cello (on "The Breakin' Fires"), reverse vox

Copyright ©2010 Cherry Blossom Records.

All material published by EvAn Music Companies (ASCAP) No copying. All rights reserved.

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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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