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NEXT DOOR
03:45
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The golden age has ended
This goddamn car’s rear-ended
Talking ‘bout the miracle spent here
I can’t see the point unblended
I do not fend for myself
I cannot lend a broken heart on rental
I will not mend these fractured letters
I do not sing for anyone
Come, come to me
Come along this journey with me
NEXT DOOR, I hear them fuck
Sounds like a herd of wildcats
Sudden and awkwardly, I spend my time
on the pseudo-deck
It commences here
This driver incapacitated
It commences where
This unsolicited mother comes aboard
It commences underneath
the fifty turning circles of an accident
It’s coming near
I won’t live this lie where I’m not shooting up.
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BAD ACTORS
03:03
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No control
Hard to let go
Can't let it go
So torn
To broken thoughts
and broken parts,
can I ever move on?
Seeing a different me
living a different life
Selfish, disturbed
to fight on
pushing through the crowds
feeling nothing
and everything
Only to exploit
my heart beating fast.
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POLLEN
03:31
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You act as if
I crushed your bones
with a tractor
You act as if
I am your allergy
Pollen dusts over
surfaces
The stamen,
reddish-purple
cums like cloudburst
at pekid dawn
Esther asked me
do I know the way
home
As if I knew her
fucking street
Esther once told me
she doesn’t really exist
and the sad truth
is I believed her
lie over the
actual truth.
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TRU NORTH
04:34
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There’s an arrow
where the wind goes
as the layers
play on an old fame
Where’s the starling
that used to sing
as if contained
sounds from a dark room
Charred as tusk
why I ONCE WAS BEAMING
where did those years go?
See as TRU NORTH wings
fly us out
Where’s the paintings
once in a gallery
as if set out to sea
on a boat with no oars
I was going south
Told me it was west
Thought it was east
Was actually north
Hearth with family
how it used to be
where did these days go
Feel as TRU NORTH wings
fly out at dusk
Where’s the artwork
once on these walls
as if set abroad
off an old flame?
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FOG (feat. John Madden)
04:56
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FOG
Blemished on the skyline
Smog
where it definitely shouldn’t be
Need to give it thought
Never on this trail without you
and the FOG
Clog
when will they ever listen?
Cogs
in a human engine running over
Cup is spilling in my mouth
what else has been there
to speak of?
Revered
I want nothing to do with this life
Steered
off the misty road, yellow line
Will it all turn out just fine
in the end?
FOG
Blemished on my body
Smog
in a watery basement
Been there far too long,
give me a break.
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PUEBLO
03:08
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Gardenias
running away
splits in two
masters of nothing
Parking garage
battling all this static
I’ve failed this philosophy
maybe I’ll just build
this PUEBLO
There is nothing new
Take up the middle states
swear I’m psychotic
on an unborn cue
I’ve seen you all before
Scraps that fell to the floor
I am not working so
hard on my PUEBLO
Wood on the wind
melting to death
comes to the lot
masting a desert boat
Wish I’d known
Turtling all this wreckage
I’ve turned my philosophy
into treasured mold
in this PUEBLO
One time is enough
Take in the homeless now
swear this is the end
of a labored due
I’ve watching this all before
when you fell on all those floors
I will be sure to build
my PUEBLO.
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HYPNAGOGIC
03:41
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Smart boy
they used to scream
If only I could
tell them they were
wrong
Dumb boy
they would have been
oh so right
choices made in haste
I was long gone
Where are the little ones?
Honey, did you lose the kids?
Where are the living dreams?
Honey, did you lose my mind?
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PWR BTTM
04:58
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Brew the coffee, damn it
It’s enough when I can’t see
in the mornings
What did I say, step on it, damn you
The years are too long now for my taste
it’s a strain for you to come in here
There’s pain in every strobe out there
There’s neon red at every turn
Match your Hermes handkerchief
like I didn’t know
I call you my seven likely starlings
You call me your PWR BTTM
A little further now,
come on boy, you know you can
take it
You’re so perfect with your posh mansion
Living it up, parties on the lawn
You’re sunning out on the veranda
Feel bad for yourself
when you don’t go deep enough
Won’t you realize that
you were just a chocolate
that went in the wrong end
You’re a spice I don’t want to season
anymore there doesn’t have to be a reason.
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PLACEBO
02:52
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Sometimes I wonder
how I’m enough for you
when the world runs cold
as water in a stagnant hole
will do
Sometimes I think
Thoughts run around the bathroom sink
Metacognition and guitar picks
under a garden, not twice that
you can see . . .
Sometimes I hope
I am not just a filler
in for some other pill that
could fix you, could let you own
that life of yours
I am just a filler
I could not fix you
I am nothing but water
I am your PLACEBO.
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AT NO TIME [Bonus]
04:42
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AT NO TIME
do I hear you call
and not run
AT NO TIME
will I ever see your
number and wish it
was someone else
AT NO TIME
am I just an artist
for just my taste
Catch on my dream
lace, it hangs so intricately
You want me there
at a certain time
but you cannot say when
AT NO TIME
will your mind
not make me smile
AT NO TIME
have I ever watched
you walk away
and hope I was gone
AT NO TIME
are you just a boy
that got lucky
I will not hope
for eyes that watch
us with no stars
Have a drink
I’ll pour this
here and now
You don’t have to ask
because I already
know— it’s far
from what we used to be
I cannot hope
for truth that exists
out of this world.
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ALL FOR THIS
03:10
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A large cry stifled
at the keys, clacking
on the overwrought forgettings
It’s all for you,
all for this
At once I remind
of the dreams we lost
on an instance of which was not
all for this,
all for us
Above the surface
I may be reusable
but under the asylum of sound
I am nothing but this,
destroyed by this
I’ll be all you want
I am everything wrong in this equation
but under the seducing cage grate
I’m just a queer, no eyes on me
All for this, but not for you.
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BRICKS + STONE
02:52
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You built this house
but I told you I didn’t need one
at least not yet
You built this expectation
but I told you I wasn’t expecting
not anything specific
You built a copy of yourself
out of bricks on top of stone
and I wasn’t thrilled
You took down the sign
that pointed to where you were
and I couldn’t find you no more
You wished I was different
and that’s just not what I do
curtailing under train wheels,
I am a perfect fit
You built this skyscraper
but I said I didn’t want one
even though it was taller than I.
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CLOUD FACTORY [Bonus]
03:08
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This is as high
as I’ve ever been
There’s tippy tops of tress
where the starling should sit
It’s long since gone
like the CLOUD FACTORY
puffing out as cigarettes
with no tray to land
their dust,
it’s such a shame
Where I may have
once been home up here
it staves off the landing strip
by a few miles
so I cannot go down
I will not come down
even if I wanted to
Like the CLOUD FACTORY
puffing out as wills in
a drawer tell you to—
it’s such a shame
to have lost it like this.
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GEM
04:54
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A diary
full of old loans
that tone at your heart
Aching, breaking
for so many—
they held it in their
grasps
and it crumbled
like existential dust
Striking midnight
through wet, as tears
write your story over
Some don’t hear
when the hearses come
I wish you could
‘cause I’ll be in that
one at the back
Seize this on the
lack of GEMs shining
Agitating
it’s as sturdy as
comic with bad jokes
It’s as steady as
love without trust
It’s as wild as
revelations with courtesy—
Gavin, you took that
word as soon as you
heard it spoken
and fled out of there.
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NO|LAB
03:30
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At a charcoal test
upon pencil marks
on my grazed skin
There’s everything
we (you) could want
outside windows
we can’t open any longer
At an oil test
on an acrylic base
on a deserted trail
Why couldn’t we
get everything we need
It means nothing
if you stare at it long enough
There is NO LAB
for me to look at you
and wonder
“did they make an
example out of you too?”
It’s but a dream
if you just let it be.
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EM. EX.
01:54
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That room
was white
could worry
but I don’t
This room
is black
Can’t they
have seen
the need
for all
of us boys—
we used
to love
an emergency
told by
dead poets
no exit
down this hole
none of us
knew how
to fit—
None of us
are molded
to fit.
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NYC
03:10
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I had to get away
You didn’t understand
it wasn’t even about you
A train to a city
I’d never been—
it looked strange through the clouds
I could almost make out
the waning horizon—
it sounded odd through
resistant speakers
So many doing what I do
Am I even competing
this late in the game?
A train out of a city
I wish I’d been—
it yelled clear through the crowds
I could have made it
I could have seen it
but I never did it.
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A SUBWAY OUT (ENDING)
01:02
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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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