Something Electric This Way Comes​.​.​.

by Daniel Schauer

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This was the first album that I made after getting an electric guitar and teaching myself how to play lead.

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released August 1, 2012

Female Vocals = Rebecca Schauer
Everything Else = Daniel Schauer

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Track Name: Stage Fright
It has been way too long; and I still can’t move on //
Just singing all my same old songs; rehearsing concerts I’ll never perform

Bargains made, then put on hold; by a decade of excuses and common colds //
Mysteriously contracted at home alone; I know my destination but I’m scared of the road

I can’t get it through my head; that other people could know that I exist
I’ll keep this weight on my lungs instead; trying hard to be cool but I’m too cautious

SLOWLY I MUSTER THESE WORDS INTO CLUSTERS
WITH SIGHTS ON TAKING THE PRIZE
INVEST IN NOVELTY, EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR ME
AND DREAMS BECOME POCKET SIZED

I guard my ego like I could exchange; it at the end for a few additional days
In pain and regret, trying to explain; why I was too ashamed of possible mistakes

I can’t get it through my head; that other people could know that I exist
I’ll keep this weight on my lungs instead; trying hard to be cool but I’m too cautious
Track Name: Dancing
Hey there, Mr Red Face
Mr Bashful, hey Mr Quiet
Are you awake? Can you hear this?
Is your attention paid? Or overdue?
Cause I’m tryin’ to open your eyes

Perk up, Mr unaware
Come on downstairs, out from your cave
Got your caffine? Feed your addictions?
Have you mastered them? Or given up?
Cause I’m tryin’ to get ya on your feet

SO JUST KICK OFF YOUR SHOES, AND YOUR PRIDEFUL SHEEN,
I’M TALKING TO YOU, IN THE CORNER, THAT AWKWARD THING
YOU’VE GOT TO COME ALIVE, GOTTA BREAK THE LINE
GOT TO DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE BEFORE YOU DIE

Hold it there, Mr I’m Scared
Put on an air, of confidence
I think you’ll find, that the white lie
Has no downside, because it’s good
When you start to believe it….

SO JUST KICK OFF YOUR SHOES, AND YOUR PRIDEFUL SHEEN,
I’M TALKING TO YOU, IN THE CORNER, THAT AWKWARD THING
YOU’VE GOT TO COME ALIVE, GOTTA BREAK THE LINE
GOT TO DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE BEFORE YOU DIE
Track Name: Hooky
This won’t be the last time, you hear me complain
But I hope that you listen this time all the same
Cause I don’t know why… you… refuse to… admit… your lack of gravity

It starts with a hook, and then a hundred dollars when
You refuse to be-lieve what I say

Take back what you took, while you admire,
As I’ve done now several times before

And I know that you… don’t mind me singing… out to you

IT’S ONLY THE REST OF (X2),
(YOUR LIFE) TO WORRY YOUR LITTLE HEAD OVER
BUT YOU’LL GET THE BEST OF (X2)
(ME…) IF YOU KEEP AT IT LIKE YOU’RE AN ADDICT

New page, new book, but still the same tired…
Way of quitting, when the job’s halfway done

Same words, new rhymes… nothing to exclaim… hoping for a golden suggestive phrase

IT’S ONLY THE REST OF (X2),
(YOUR LIFE) TO WORRY YOUR LITTLE HEAD OVER
BUT YOU’LL GET THE BEST OF (X2)
(ME…) IF YOU KEEP AT IT LIKE YOU’RE AN ADDICT
Track Name: Twisted
Twisted… your heart is tangled – displayed for me
(You) Missed it… off in your digital fantasy
(Oh tell me) What your days would have left… without radio waves and wall outlets?
Wasted… more weekends than you’d care to admit
Tasted… all too small a morsel for such a fit
Don’t tell me that you’re disappointed, with the leisure time you’ve anointed
Faded… shriveled and atrophied
(You) Made it… but indebted too catastrophe
You tell me you’re just passing the time… but the tally’s getting much too high
YOU’RE TOO BUSY CHASING DREAMS, AND COUNTLESS FRIENDS YOU’VE NEVER SEEN
TO CONSIDER BREAKING FROM… THAT… SCENE…
SEVERING ALL TIES, BREAK CONTACT WITH ALL EYES, YOU’RE DISGUISED
Hated… a persona seen as abrasive
Jaded… with criticism too pervasive
Sometimes you seem to forget… that points are ignored when sarcastic
Traded… your old friends for new enemies
Dated… and logged for the sake of posterity
Keep missteps for seven years, like you have an auditor to fear
YOU’RE SO CONCERNED WITH BUFFER ZONES, THAT YOU NEGLECT TO MAKE A HAPPY HOME
MAINTAINING THE… STATUS… QUO
REFUSING TO LET FORGIVENESS BE KNOWN, TO THOSE, GOES TO SHOW…
Track Name: Equality
Despite what you’ve heard on the news,
You should probably be tryin’ to run
People here will try to use,
(You) And rob you at the point of a gun
SO SEGREGATE YOUR FRIENDS
INTO GROUPS BY THEIR PREFERENCE
TELL ONE GROUP THEY’VE SINNED
ENGRAVING STONES WITH YOUR JUDGMENT

Forget about, your beliefs
Try to think, how it’d be
If you were them, would you want
Everyone to try, to pull you apart
Track Name: No Chords
I'll be with you in just a second, let me change the set (x4)
Track Name: Towing the Line
I was towing the line, hoping I might find, a chance for happy days
But after every night, I found myself less kind, as they seemed further away
Resisting dissolution
And abetting institutions
Lost my will to write, with Summer’s evening light, when September left me dazed
Tried it once or twice, but never sensed a strike, felt my confidence be drained
Succumb to this pollution
Abandoned requests for absolution
Curving like a sine, to get free of this bind, in an effort to save some face
Spent my last dime, at ten past nine, tryin’ to make these memories fade
Dissolved my resolutions
Rescinded my collusions
I COULDN’T SPEAK, OR CLEARLY THINK, SO I STEPPED OUT FOR SOME AIR
BUT THE OXYGEN, FELT LIKE A TOXIN, AND MY EYES SAID THAT I WAS SCARED
I WAS SEARCHING FOR SOLUTIONS
AND KICK-STARTING REVOLUTIONS…
Under all this grime, I’d expect some kind, of evidence you’re phased
But after so much time, I’m bound to remind, those of the truth’s you’ve laced
Accepting evolutions
And delaying executions
I STOLE A PEEK, AND WAS A LITTLE FREAKED, WHEN I SAW YOU STANDING THERE
WITH ALL THOSE COPS AND, YOUR BOUND HANDS, TALKING LIKE YOU’RE ON A DARE
CREATING YOUR ILLUSIONS
DISTRACTING PERSECUTIONS
Track Name: Bluejay
I’ve read that time is, in fact, not how you and I experience each morning till night
Not a river – there’s no flow – can’t travel upon it, it’s just another place we are for a bit…
But there’s no comfort to find, with such thoughts kept in mind, when your first love says goodbye
I can take no solace, no warmth from the knowledge, that what is has always been and will be…
<looped> But these days keep going… by... so much faster…
Track Name: Rock and Roll is Dead
Got-to-get, on the road again
Don’t-care-how much cash we’ve spent
Max-the-plastic for all I care
Just get us the hell out of here…
AIN’T THIS A WONDERFUL PLACE?
WOULDN’T YOU LOVE TO LIVE HERE?
AIN’T THIS A WONDERFUL PLACE?
WOULDN’T YOU LOVE TO LIVE HERE?
I’ve heard-them-say Vegas is a pit
Where-we-keep our poor and desperate
Hold-them-down under mountains of debt
Let-them-keep just enough to cover rent
AIN’T THIS A WONDERFUL PLACE?
WOULDN’T YOU LOVE TO LIVE HERE?
AIN’T THIS A WONDERFUL PLACE?
WOULDN’T YOU LOVE TO LIVE HERE?
Track Name: I've Got the Greens
I’ve got the greens, and you’ve got the shoes
I’m frequently obscene, and you’re the goody two
Don’t listen too carefully, cause you might not like the truth

Ignore all your muses, cause you won’t make the grade
Keep your excuses, because my circuits cannot break
Replace all my fuses, fly me around like a flake

Tell me I’m wrong, paint your proof on the wall
Don’t wait too long, I’ve got to take the fall
Start me no more songs, till creativity calls

But the phone stays dead, no more signals for your head
And your face turns red, when you’re coaxed from your bed
Lose traction with your treads, then claim it to the feds

I’ve got the greens, and you brought the glue
I fed the fiends, and you starved the clues
Get me out of the latrines, take me to York New

Don’t tell me I’m bad, for hailing a cab
Don’t fold your hands, when someone gets you mad
Slap them right back, perpetuating the fad
Track Name: Becka's Song
You know, the truth is, that I’ve (always thought it was too simple)
To smile, and say, I love you dear (and I always will)
Cause that, omits, so many essential illustrations
But words, don’t come, so I really appreciate your patience

And sweets, frankly, I doubt there’s (there’s anyone else on the earth)
Who holds, a light close enough (to cast light on your skirt)
And I, needed, to let you know (just how it is that I feel)
So I, set aside, a little time (time to hammer out the details)

SO TELL ME, WHAT I CAN DO (DRIVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY TO SEE YOU)
QUIT MY JOB WITHOUT TWO WEEKS (SIPHONING GAS IN THE ROCKIES)
RUN MY ACCOUNTS TO OVERDRAFT (OWING MORE AS EACH DAY IS PAST)
LOOK FOR THE SHORTEST LINE TO FIND (BETWEEN ME AND YOUR SIDE)

I see your eyes disarming me (like they had some training)
I search, in vain, for a defense (but I feel the blood draining)
My brain, requests, a new supply (of oxygen from my lungs)
But they’ve, forgot, to breathe now (for at least one hundred twenty seconds)

SO TELL ME, WHAT I CAN DO (DRIVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY TO SEE YOU)
QUIT MY JOB WITHOUT TWO WEEKS (SIPHONING GAS IN THE ROCKIES)
RUN MY ACCOUNTS TO OVERDRAFT (OWING MORE AS EACH DAY IS PAST)
LOOK FOR THE SHORTEST LINE TO FIND (BETWEEN ME AND YOUR SIDE)

Never gonna’ finish this song (x4)

SO TELL ME, WHAT I CAN DO (DRIVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY TO SEE YOU)
QUIT MY JOB WITHOUT TWO WEEKS (SIPHONING GAS IN THE ROCKIES)
RUN MY ACCOUNTS TO OVERDRAFT (OWING MORE AS EACH DAY IS PAST)
LOOK FOR THE SHORTEST LINE TO FIND (BETWEEN ME AND YOUR SIDE)

Never gonna’ finish this song (x4)

Never gonna’ finish this song (x4)
Track Name: Thieves as Friends
Stones, know my complaints; driving me to cut your face
From photographs, of times we’d laughed; before changes made final drafts

Cold, like turned shoulders; burdened beneath these boulders
You left behind, with gallons of red wine; and apologies ruined from your lies
Oh… I won’t forget… how it feels… to regret

Jaw, clenched up too tight; suppressing this, urge to fight
(So I) Let it slide, as you smile snide; biding your time ‘till high tide
Oh… I’ve figured out… how you hide… behind doubt

SORRY TO BURST THAT BUBBLE YOU CALL HOME
BUT IT’S NO COINCIDENCE THAT I DON’T PICK UP THE PHONE
I’D RATHER THAT MY CALLS FIRST GO TO CASSETTE
THAN RISK ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR AWKWARD REQUESTS

Fools, they can relate; desiring just a clean slate
But we’re both stuck, in this clichéd muck; forgot all of our good luck

Slow, and without a fuss; I build and expand my trust
From a shanty town, to thriving downtown; slyly expect a break down
Oh… please don’t stare… be sure to… come prepared

SORRY TO BURST THAT BUBBLE YOU CALL HOME
BUT IT’S NO COINCIDENCE THAT I DON’T PICK UP THE PHONE
AND IF THAT’S SOMETHING THAT FILLS YOU WITH REGRET
AT LEAST YOU’LL FEEL SOMETHING OUTSIDE DRUGS AND YOUR DEBT
Track Name: A Midwestern Betrayal
Rejecting your river of assumptions
I change my heading so I can feel the sun
But the anchor tethering me to this mountain
Insists I review your deceptions

(Well) I lack patience to sequence your infractions
(And) Math breaks down in my attempts to sum
Their impact to my trust’s vacation
Memories won’t accept distractions

(In my) Failure to forget the words you’ve spoken
I was left a lonely ship without the stars
And my compass was long ago discovered broken
Like promises made then unwoven

BROKEN AS THE GROUND, IN AN AUGUST WAVE OF HEAT
I’M LOST WITHOUT A SOUND, KNOCKED OFF MY FEET
CRAZY LIKE A FOX, TURNING SO MANY CHEEKS
DON’T WANT TO BE FOUND, HIDING BENEATH THE SHEETS

BROKEN AS THE GROUND, IN AN AUGUST WAVE OF HEAT
I’M LOST WITHOUT A SOUND, KNOCKED OFF MY FEET
CRAZY LIKE A FOX, TURNING SO MANY CHEEKS
DON’T WANT TO BE FOUND, HIDING BENEATH THE SHEETS
Track Name: Everyone's Procreating
Emerging from, another year
A stronger man, but with goals unclear
I prepare my escape
And reassure myself of my blank slate

Begging for some kind of sign,
That I’m out of neutral in drive,
Hope to find, a new trail
With fewer turns, and safety rails

Uncomfortable, without my veil
Of old emotions, long since stale
Lost control too frequently
To bother with repairing the leaks…
Track Name: Happiness
I choose not to think about, all those little nagging doubts
That you enjoy throwing around, like they were just cash you found
So how about a change of pace?
Let’s start from a brand new blank page…

I won’t discuss the process, that gave our chemicals consciousness
Don’t claim to know life’s secrets, but my advice to you is “Fake it”
Try not to be so glad
Discovering just how nice you have…

I WON’T JUST SPECTATE, AS ANOTHER LIFE IS WASTED
WITH NECKS ALL CRANED, STRAINING TO GLIMPSE THEIR WAKES
BECAUSE YOU CAN’T CHANGE, WHAT YOU DID EVEN YESTERDAY
SO LET’S PRETEND, WE’VE NO REGRETS, AND LIVE TODAY

I opt for an empty mindset, rather than entertain these concepts
Dump my thoughts like toxic garbage, packaging them in the largest
Place I can find underneath,
The veneer of angry faces I see…

I WON’T JUST SPECTATE, AS ANOTHER LIFE IS WASTED
WITH NECKS ALL CRANED, STRAINING TO GLIMPSE THEIR WAKES
BECAUSE YOU CAN’T CHANGE, WHAT YOU DID EVEN YESTERDAY
SO LET’S PRETEND, WE’VE NO REGRETS, AND LIVE TODAY
Track Name: 625 D Rock
It must have been three days ago, when you stammered in to say that you were leavin’
Don’t know, or can’t explain, your reasons… but you wanted to tell me to see my expressi’n
I offered to help you pack boxes, and you refused throwing pointy things at my chest
So I, stepped outside, for a breather… and tried to remember how it came to this mess

Should it cause me any concern… that my memories of us are returned…
Looking like FBI files--- all blacked out

SO LEAVE IT, ALL OUT THERE, FOR EVERYONE TO SEE
MAKE A SCENE OF OUR FIGHT, ‘CAUSE IT EMBARRASSES ME
IF LIFE’S A ROLLER COASTER, THAN YOU’RE A LOOSE SEAT
AND I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING BENEATH

Should it cause me any concern… that my memories of us are returned…
Looking like FBI files--- all blacked out

SO LEAVE IT, ALL OUT THERE, FOR EVERYONE TO SEE
MAKE A SCENE OF OUR FIGHT, ‘CAUSE IT EMBARRASSES ME
IF LIFE’S A ROLLER COASTER, THAN YOU’RE A LOOSE SEAT
AND I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING BENEATH
Track Name: Am Slide
I think I see, a little-little smile, creeping across your face
I can hear your toes as you tap them, you’re invited on stage
Try not to hold your breath…
Cause you won’t get the lead just yet…

Fight the urges to sing along, don’t get this stuck in your brain
Lyrics like used motor oil, but it’s your thoughts they stain
Making ears beg for a change…
Resolve the chords into something strange
Track Name: Awful Ideas of the Twentieth Century
Well gentlemen, I’d say, that we truly have a fine idea here,
We’ll connect this to that, and make a machine that can poison all the air,
Then we’ll place the controls, out of reach, at the top, of a real tall building,
And finally rest assured, that no one’d use the thing, that we spent our live making
Hey, that’s great… I’m sure it must make you feel safe
Feed your hate… because scaring you secures our place

IT’S HARD, TO GIVE YOUR FULL ATTENTION
WHEN RANDOM ATTACKS, ARE SO OFTEN MENTIONED,
AS LONG, AS YOU’RE LOOKING THE OTHER DIRECTION,
WE’LL, GO AS FAR AS WE CAN WITH OUR INTENTIONS

And ladies, you’ll agree, that a few wrong deeds, can be combined to make a good thing,
Comprimising the truth, to spare some room, for our guilt to be exhumed,
Analyse each object, to apply it a price tag, and post record profits
We’ll defend our positions, as those anyone would take, if they possessed our vision
Hey, it’s fate… so don’t lower productivity by staying up late
Switch off your brain… watching TV shows as they get more inane

IT’S FUN, TO GO PERFORM COLLECTIONS
ON BILLS, EXEMPT FROM COMPREHENSION
AS LONG, AS-YOU-HEAR-OUR WORDS AS ABSTRACTIONS
WE’VE WON, BY DEFAULT AND BY DISTRACTION
Track Name: Ballad
Waiting for you here, I’m waiting for sincere,
Words to come from the void of my thoughts
Struggle against hope, for the punch line of this joke
Because it’s been eight months since my bad luck

New Year’s eve is here again,
Time’s passage is not yet our friend
Clock’s ticking down on this time bomb
That’s one more year that now is gone