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(Open)
01:29
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2. |
Exiguous
03:54
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I am indoors
You are outdoors
Exiguous
Inside
Outside
Exiguous
I see the sun and it’s bright on this
I am queer bait
You are trash smut
We go too long
Glass shards
in my eyes
I am too small
I’ve got a new beat
I’ve got a new car
I’m gonna show them off and wear them on my body
I’ve got a new scarf
Look at me, I’m all fancy
and I couldn’t give a shit
We go downtown
where the lights shine
I see a trick
on that street corner
Who has the time?
I don’t, that’s for sure
Where do I go now?
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3. |
Cloister
02:40
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I single-handedly walked the moon
Please don’t tell me stories of how you couldn’t
I took the handle and flushed you down
A packed-up cloistering penchant pod in your heart
I climbed away when you packed your bags
Stumble into a dark abysmal town
I took the files and burned them down
Just like the house you used to live in
on the other side of town
I used to talk to celebrities before the world crashed
Please don’t tell me your worries,
your clashes, they bring me down
A curled and sparking wire on your blessed tongue
It spelled to me “the world unwrapped itself”
I walked away when your arms fell off from overuse
Stumble inside a darkened cave, it just isn’t cute
I took the buildings and knocked them down
Just like the hole you used to breathe in
on the other side of your heart.
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4. |
Myth of Mine
03:29
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Got to love confusion
Got to love all the words that tangle
Got to love the scared dogs
Got to love all the tests that sacrifice
Got to love in this split moment
Got to speak in this grand breakdown
Got to run before we’re back inside
Just a little bit closer now
Got to love all the creeds that bastardize
Got to love the books on the table
Got to love until the very day
you up and die
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is my sacrifice.
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5. |
Immix
03:33
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This is my resting pose
Don’t sit on me while I’m sleeping
I’ve trapped these balls
Carte blanche and instinct logarithm
Immix, Immix
Never seen such a black mass
Paving asphalt in my tubeless heart
I’ve given these nine inches
A ruler worsening quenching these
corduroy jeans
Immix, Immix
Never watched such blasphemous T.V.
Sisyphus, yellow snake, venom
A faggot benched, watching the game of life
from afar, atrophied muscle, I’m over it.
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6. |
Enough By Enough People
02:47
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You’re a class of fools
and you all want to know
where we’re going
The murder of a cowardly
pain that burns
in the freezer
Slovenly undress wraps
me into a
long lost prayer
That turns along
the islands that
match up to the lanes
It’s enough with the cars
It’s enough with the lettered stamina
It’s enough by enough people
You’re a house of cards
and you all want to see
where we’re falling
The stagnance of a morning
pond that stings
in a lost wound
Mischievous arrest burns
me into a
starving stomach
I turn along
the circles that
catch up to the stains
I’ve seen this a hundred times before
The atom splits and I split down the center
I’ve made the games, the rules we all made up
The classic turn I stripe the fever at 300 degrees.
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7. |
(Halfway)
02:23
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8. |
Oeuvre
02:20
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Here on our wedding day
I call upon stratifying gains
and where did they disappear to
and where did those songs go to
hidden about these plains
I used to be so undermining
Picking up four-leaf clovers
Prestidigitation plays with me
Suntans will peel off as the summer goes
hidden with the things we will let be
Here on our honeymoon
I speak to the walls until they speak back
and who am I going to become
and who have they already become
hidden among the wild cracking
I used to be so undermining.
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9. |
Remains of Nothing
03:25
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She hired a hitman to take me out
on Broadway
I’ll talk to my mother
again someday, he said
I smile away the sadness and
I pile away the fear
in a corner that’s trading the waves on the sea
I used to drive a Chevy
but now I fly solo on bike wheels
I spoke to the others
when nothing seemed to go right
I’m keeping the startled cartaway and
I’m loving that golden ring
you gave me, then remains of nothing
I’m singing the songs you hear on Broadway
I’m on the tallest towers on Broadway
Billboards, papers and magazines on Broadway
Tailing me down Broadway until I’m gone
Put me on paper, someone will read this story
It’s a dark fairy tale but no one believes me
I used to play the fiddle but
then I lost all my soul
Carve a soapbox tale from beyond the grave
I’m just a little cheeky and possibly insane
I won’t provoke this theory in tempo
I’ve hidden away the lost boys
and kept safe all the slaves
Derail me here with remains of nothing.
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Polari
03:13
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Loud noise, loud mouth, it’s all the same
Just looking for fame
Envy is a bitch that can’t be solved
Loving life, hating the world
Heartbreak, happiness, sure ain’t sympathy
Too much of heaven isn’t a good thing
Beautiful places, ugly faces, we’re all the same inside
Take care of what you need to know
I’ll be here waiting and wanting more
I guess it’s my time to forgive
or forget it’s my time
So easy that the fame I crave
will appear
Goodbye, hello,
take me where you want to go.
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11. |
Crapehanger
05:08
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On La Brea
I saw it on the television
from window shopping
all these people
Up on midnight
I saw it on the telegram notice
from quirks and posts in
all these visionaries
Gone down Venice
Right on over Pico
the folks with no home wish
for all these instigators
Versions of this world
Hopeless comfort isn’t truth
no matter how close we get
I wish I were starving
so there were no excuse
but to take me out
and maybe if I’m lucky
this date won’t be so terrible.
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12. |
(Close)
01:40
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13. |
Anaheim
03:06
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I’ve given up talking
I won’t say a word
I speak about modules to those who care
I’ve given up talking
I don’t give a fuck
When I wake up in Anaheim, I’m free
The bars are full and empty at the same time
The gravel hits young faces with power
Stick ‘em up, here we go now, I’m not one to cower
When I wake up in Anaheim, I go
Said it once
Said it three times
Said it now
I’m the last one to go
But the first one outside
I’m sullen and crazy and speak my mind
I worry and I’m aimless and pure of heart
I’ve given up walking, I won’t take a step
When I lay down in Anaheim, it’s safe
The death of two parents has plagued me
I go on formality with everyone else
I’ve given up breathing, I don’t see the point
When I go back to Anaheim, I fly.
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14. |
(Coda)
01:15
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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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