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Stop ahead
04:22
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Clever, you thought I was gone, didn’t you?
Looks like I’m back for a second act
But all the actors have gone
Slip tongue pointing
Verily, I swing, my dear – on restless confines
Within a cardboard box
That sign it says “stop ahead”
Carving out portions, making love potions
But we won’t stop ahead
Strum out before the face of night is clear
The distance in power
It stains all the flowers
Infinitely
Grab ahold of all of your trying
If you’re not smiling you’re probably dying
So take my hand.
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It sure ain't sympathy
03:50
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Dry me off, I cannot take this rain
Goddamn it, won’t you please let me be
It isn’t the way you’d like things to go
Bleeding me out when nothing else works quite right
But don’t you know, this is how we roll
Under all the covers
You pull out secret societies
You never matched me, boy
You never matched me up
But if there’s one thing you know, it sure ain’t sympathy
Wipe me off, I cannot take this fire
Goddamn it, won’t you please let me burn
Or am I not worth the time?
Or are you too good for that?
Sing a little louder
Play a little harder
Don’t stop until it’s darker
Put your tongue on the blade ‘til it’s sharper
Hold me down, I cannot take this desire
Goddamn it, won’t you please let me go
Or is it too hard to breathe?
I think you’re too good for this.
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Without reason
06:18
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Here’s the truth
It’s taken me this long to tell it
So listen closely, dear
Once I’ve gone deep
Once I’m digging under the skin of my past
It’s waiting for me
Silence comes quick when you’re dying
There’s no more words left to be said
So come around now, it’s coming around now
And the mystic said:
“Go on, move on, move up, stand your ground, son”
She said:
“Words are the iris that seize your every move”
It’s time you do things without reason
Here’s the truth
God pulled me over with blaring sirens
He went “Listen closely, son”
Twice I’ve slept with him
Twice I’m sleeping with my heartfelt demons
They’re calling for me
Don’t you see how difficult this is?
Can’t you feel what I feel like you used to?
Park the car and listen to your heartbeat
Make the stars brighter than they are.
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In a glass
02:03
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On a street corner
You tell them all your secrets
Just a little bit louder
Just a little bit softer, please
Crafty and insidious
Concrete and desirous calamities
Recalibrate, inseminate
Incognitiate, we will celebrate
In a crystal glass
We will initiate these rumors
Dark and storming like a touched up rouse
What have we got to lose?
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Riot
02:25
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An almighty storm
Rioting down the highway
Simply put, I think I’m done now
Other adolescents driving
It’s the most unusual
It’s the daringest thing I’ve ever seen
Cash flow isn’t the point
When desert, oasis, calming smells
Rising, floating like ash on the highway
Other convalescents dying
It’s the most pivotal
It’s so windingly sweet and I can’t compete.
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Hard-hearted
03:50
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Walking down the torn and empty road,
just a backpack and scraggly clothes.
Never seen him before, though I feel I know those eyes.
Stop him to talk, pull him inside.
He shakes off the rain, and gives me a stare,
the diner's all empty no one else is there.
We start to talk, I make him smile.
He seems at peace for a little while.
I watch him go, say our goodbyes.
Wonder if I'll see those eyes again.
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Months go by, I still watch from the window.
Then one day I found his beautiful eyes again.
Staring up at me from a young handsome face.
I thought I'd never see that smile again.
Now he's here, mine to stay
for now and hopefully always.
I saw through the dirt and into his soul,
his eyes showed me all I needed to know
Now he's here, mine to stay for now and always.
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7. |
Red eye
03:32
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I am a lonely bastard child
Starving, cold, dreamless
In the stagnant air float I
Make diction out of ecstasy
and direction out of elastic
I am a lonely bastard child
Climbing the walls of my weakness
In the parched air wither I
Make lineage out of lines
and make lemons out of limes
There are no lights below
My 2 AM flight
No red eye filter
On this photograph of me sleeping
No eyes
There are no lights below
or inside this cabin
I am a hungry bastard child
Left on the street with not a stickler on the breeze
In the calming air hover I
Make questions out of time
Save questions that cost two dimes
I am a hungry bastard child
Left to fend for the forty cold alleyways, breathing
In the hardened air freeze I
Make this your stratagem of reason
Make this your haven of the season.
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Atlantic/Pacific
03:46
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How much will it cost
When you ask me to move?
Is this a desperate plan
That acts like an A-bomb, frightened?
This grabs at my shirttails
Underfed beagles lag at my heels
If ever there were a time
Now is the curve in the test that you’re faking
The worst part is I’m not there yet
Hitchhike like rovers in a quiet room
Hang for fun from mausoleum beams
Crazy that nothing works like we expect
Lugging that pack, it begins to weigh nothing
I’m fraught with pain, most in my feet
It’s the master plan I douse with lighter fluid
And remember if you didn’t that I rule you
If you get my letter
I’ve been on my way for months
It probably won’t reach me
‘Cause wherever I’ve been I’ll be gone from by then
The lawyers want me
The doctors want me
The government wants me
The senators want me
The confused boy in my bed needs me
The homeless need me
The KKK are calling me
The wordless are now speaking
Because they want my expertise
The unkind are now suddenly kind
As I unwind, as I rewind
And recoil my unfocused brain
The parents want me
The children want me
I’m so stricken by an identity crisis
The weak boys want me
The crossing guards fight me
The underscore on a pleasantry
of screaming for what’s right
What's right?
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9. |
Nomadic
04:01
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Emily, come find me
In the pale afternoon
Trade this life for the sea
Trade this life for the dunes
But don’t trade it for me
Emily, come find me
I’m hidden in plain sight
Trade my sight so I can feel
Trade my touch so I can have what’s real
Even if I can’t hear you
Sing me a lullaby
Sing me till I sleep
A song for the nomad
In the perilous city
Just sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
Emily, come find me
You call through solid walls
Break down the doorway
Break down my barriers
And let me let you find what’s inside.
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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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