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Something Electric This Way Comes​.​.​.

by Daniel Schauer

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1.
The Walk-In 00:08
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Stage Fright 02:53
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
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Dancing 03:05
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
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Hooky 03:16
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
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Twisted 04:37
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…
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Equality 04:08
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
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No Chords 00:19
I'll be with you in just a second, let me change the set (x4)
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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
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Bluejay 04:16
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…
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Shuffle 00:16
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Harder 00:56
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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?
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A Rock 00:36
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E D A 00:51
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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
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Becka's Song 07:12
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)
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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
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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
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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…
25.
Happiness 03:50
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
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625 D Rock 03:42
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
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Am Slide 02:00
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
28.
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
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Indian 03:58
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Ballad 04:38
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

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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
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