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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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Joint Childhood
04:52
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Warmth in the participle
Add it up, subtract, we divide
Warmth by me, stymied
Multiply, you’re the square root of me
I’m undeserving
I’m starving
I’m lying
Been stuck here for years
Warmth in the voicing angels
Add it back, replace, we subside
Warmth by you, it’s all untrue
Deserting, you’re what equals to make
my problems complete.
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Clay
04:41
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Ice covers every surface
Blame the iceman, he works the weather in the skies
Decides if it’s cold or hot
In a clay hole, I pretend to dream a lot
I live in New Jersey
A nuclear family
Dusty around the edges
From being stored in the attic
All those years, all those years
All those lonely years
All those lonely forgetful years
Blood covers every surface
Blame the devil, he works the cuts like a master
Decides if it’s messy or neat
In this clay hole, I pretend to exist a lot
All those years, all those lonely years
I’m fucked up and alone tonight
Please give me words to swallow
so I don’t starve.
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Flies
00:59
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[Instrumental]
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A Room
03:34
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A room
No colors
Smell of ash
Covers the floor
Keep out of here
My heavy darling dear
A room
No papers
To write songs
To express myself
Out of my way
You’re my curved day
A room
Two boys
A candle flicker
An angry bicker
Danger, to those listening
Danger, to those already gone
A room
Four arms
And wet lips
Is this where we give up?
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Booth
07:37
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Desperate
Ferris wheel ride
Abandoned carnival
Fondly caressed
Turn the corner
Nourished bastion
You shine
I’m blind
Booth, save my life
Desperate
An animal dies
Justify this criminal
Fondly repressed
Turn up the volume
Nourished bastion
You shine, you shine.
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American Pathetic
03:18
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You lost your mind
You lost your head
It used to fall off but that was
back when you were dead
I tricked you, boy
I fooled you, man
Wake up in a fog of weed
that rants like a flash in the pan
You’ve grown up since we last met
You stopped praying to that cross on the wall
But you’re a burden to the masses, my friend
A regular American pathetic to boot
Just a little cream and lime
A spectator’s virtue, splitting dimes
I listen on headphones, I can’t deny
It was your voice saying all the precious lies
Just a little spunk from your junk
Just a little cash from the bash
Just a little blow before we go
Just a little ass to pass the class.
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Unsure
03:59
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Dirt in the creases of my shoes
Ugly entrails in my pockets
Devil's food cake and matching cutouts
Entropy and levity forge you without letterbombs
I'm unsure of this love that peels my heart back
I'm unsure of this heart that beats so softly
I'm unsure of this land that's vast and open
I'm unsure of this love that's bound to be broken
The blood in my arms screams so loud
It feels like the envy inside is leaving
without a ticket.
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Knife
03:30
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(You’ve got all you need
You have everything)
He walks in the room, he’s got his high top on
A little Shirley Temple smirk on
backhand, mop up this place
Stab me in the back, jack
knife in your hand
You’re so impossible
You’re so degradable
You’re inconceivably late
to my party
Double-crosser
cross-dressing service boy
A little hard spark on, backslap, mop up my face
Stab me in the back, jack
knife in your eyes.
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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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11. |
Toreador [2015 Remaster]
04:21
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Clay [2015 Remaster]
04:41
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Flies [2015 Remaster]
01:00
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A Room [2015 Remaster]
03:34
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Booth [2015 Remaster]
07:37
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Unsure [2015 Remaster]
03:56
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Knife [2015 Remaster]
03:31
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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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