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Schaeffermusic

by Clicker Records

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1.
The Point 04:08
I can fend for myself, Daddy. No, I am a pathetic piece of shit. I can save the world like you said; against my autonomy, your selfishness. Your backup's sleeping, not one word awakes. Her hopeless words permeate my heart, but her nude presence lets me transcend. Now I understand the self-insert. The clever insults, your eyes give: "look at that child, he's worthless; that twink in Kaworu's embrace." I get the point. My arousal, physical and mental, upon my eyes laid on my friend. I can't take this suppression anymore; if I can only touch like my dreams. The first time this occurred, it awakens - cannot wait until night. And so it begins, and so I become the lowest of the low. The clever insults, your eyes give: "look at that child, he's worthless; that twink in Kaworu's embrace." I get the point. Sextual ecstasy, orgasm demons! Oh, yeah! The thought of metaphysical sex! It tickles, takes the breath out of me - the little death! Oh, God! What have I done?! I have desecrated myself! Somebody sever these pangs from me. I'm so fucked up. The clever insults, your eyes give: "look at that child, he's worthless; that twink in Kaworu's embrace." I get the point.
2.
Yes the Time 04:01
Wondrous puppet holding Glock - "don't remove this harmless photo. Just don't. Do not. Just don't." Why not? "You deserve this anyway. You got what God gonna do. It could be much worse than this, you caring about such a useless page." "Yes the time" is all you'd say. Just wish it would go away. Yes, the time is ripe. Now, what do you mean by that? How do you explain yourself with all of this duality and secrecy? Any modus operandi in your eye? Any bone of discord in sight? "Yes the time" is all you'd say. Just wish it would go away. Yes, the time is ripe. Now, what do you mean by that?
3.
Purpletinker 03:47
I hear you cry out from the back. I hear you, but I can't "hear you." A simple gesture, an insulting proverb, you lost hope in the corporation you specifically founded to be a paradigm. Take away that freedom of choice. I get it - I understand why you're crying, but no need to take it out on goodwill. I get it, but I don't comprehend the struggle, yet I know you're going this all wrong. Spoke with Lisa, got her to agree. Spoke with Dana - exploited her big flaw. She said a fan got tired of her. I told her why and she couldn't accept that harsh reality she brought on herself. Take away that freedom of choice. I get it - I understand why you're crying, but no need to take it out on goodwill. I get it and yet I don't comprehend the struggle, yet I know you're going this all wrong. Elevated to higher consciousness, not by proxy of a mystery cult, but by admission of the things that make me intellectually superior. I get it - I've been awakened. I get it - I get why you would do this. I get it - I understand why you're crying, but no need to take it out on goodwill. I get it and yet I don't comprehend the struggle, yet I know you're going this all wrong.
4.
Biography 04:10
My life is nice. Nothing bad can come from it. People who hate on me can kiss my amethyst ring. My life is nice, sheltered from the vaporwave pain. Masks with no end in sight - read roads dark without a light. Woah, yeah. My life is nice, surrounded by unfinished pages. Drafts to send to my publishers - make 'em know the best. My life is miserable, don't you understand? The endless sketch of life, the one she came for. Whoa, yeah.
5.
A Wine Glass 04:05
I feel like I'm done in my life, now that the pathway is dead. No change to the plan, no chance of reconnection. I feel nothing because it's so dull. I guess the pain has worsened. If you can only understand my pain, then you wouldn't feel holy. But I guess I'm the bad guy. I really want to leave the past behind, but it's tied to me forever and I want to shed my public image but I can't because there's a lucky guy. Driving in my T-Bird. I feel endless, I'm infinity, but my humble fatemaker casts me aside and puts me back in relative time. And I don't want to face the ensuing day because of the layers they unpeel from me. Strip me down to my components. All I am is a cowardly pilot. But I guess I'm the bad guy. I really want to leave the past behind, but it's tied to me forever and I want to shed my public image but I can't because there's a lucky guy. I want to die. I want to atrophy. I want to be more than your whole. I want to dissolve for good, and for what is right because you are right. I'm just a record on loop eternal. Alpha and omega and beta. Somebody let me die for the cause for the thing I need to call to. But I guess I'm the bad guy. I really want to leave the past behind, but it's tied to me forever and I want to shed my public image but I can't because there's a lucky guy.
6.
The Light 03:43
She had heat stroke, put her in shelter. Desperately, I try - she won't wake up! I scour the perimeter - this what.cd scenario. Invite my friends who don't know or keep to my lonerism. Here's hoping the light survives. Here's hoping the light gets by. Hold on, girl. We're saving you. Hold on. You won't be through. She had a cold - my parents told me to stay. Keep her company, keep her in my sight. I was bored immediately. Now I enter this Dreedle dream. I brought her out today and her eyes rolled back like yesterday. Here's hoping the light survives. Here's hoping the light gets by. Hold on, girl. We're saving you. Hold on. You won't be through. My parents said I was selfish, that I could call Kari expendable. Her lungs, they filled with liquid toxin. Her eyes, they swelled up, shut and glazed. She almost passed on due to my mistake. She almost broke due to my mishap. Who am I to judge my actions when I can't even take care of her fucking livelihood?!
7.
Acar 03:58
My father hated me - that's what my mommy said. My father was a violent man - she showed me the cut on her leg. My father loathed me - that's why he disowned me. And my mother told me so because that's all she wanted to do. My mother was so kind - she had a headscarf she burned up. She took me to the baptist church - there, I learned about Jesus. Jesus said, "Acar's gotta go down!" Emir said, "Acar's killing me!" Mommy's silent - she's gone underground. And I give thanks to my country. All he left me was a Qu'ran. How dare he leave me nothing! How dare he be insulted! Acar, beautiful Acar! Acar was a wicked man! He taught me how to shoot a gun! He killed my friends in that skyscraper all because he wanted 72 fucks! That's why I will end him! That's why I will destroy HIM! I just want retribution! I just want acceptance! I got saved and spoke to church - I have taken over Falwell's legacy. I got saved and I feed my lies because I'm the trusted authority. Got saved, got saved. Acar. All he left me was a Qu'ran. How dare he leave me nothing! How dare he be insulted! Acar, beautiful Acar! Acar was a wicked man! He taught me how to shoot a gun! He killed my friends in that skyscraper all because he wanted 72 fucks! That's why I will end him! That's why I will destroy HIM! I just want retribution! I just want acceptance!
8.
You had her committed for no reason! You thought she was unclean! These actions you think are justifiable, but you're accountable for the abuse. Ever since you wrote her out, reeling in and out of your paranoia. Let me tell you something: Judgment Day's coming and it looks like you're down for the count! What the hell is the matter? Why don't you care? Give me an answer. Give me an answer! Justifiable... Don't give me the typical excuse - "it's against my morality to accept her." You treated her like shit! "Tough love always wins out," you said. You sold her away and forgot her name, you praise His name but you can't seem to live up to His example! Why don't you buck up for once? What the hell is the matter? Why don't you care? Give me an answer! Give me an answer! Justifiable... Hey, what's wrong? Please tell me what's wrong. They never did anything to you! What the hell is the matter? Why don't you care? Give me an answer! Give me an answer! Justifiable...
9.
Claustrophobic touch is what I have to go through to satisfy the id - to silence the id. She is beautiful, only that she's of me. She's a recent arrival and a recent awakening. Claustrophobic fuck is what I have to do because I desire it everyday - because I just do. Don't think of me as Beckert because I'm not a Fritz Lang character. The heart wants what it fucking wants at the cost of Dylan's livelihood. Go take you to Paris - you can star in Zelig. I'll make it again for you - just let me touch you. Let me marry you forever - I don't care if it taints me. I promise I'm a good father - I promise, I promise! Let me near you! I can't go on! I can't go on, but this is what I've wanted out of life since you were born! I know it's wrong! I can't go on! I don't want to, but I need to emit my wonders into you because you won't tell! I am the id! I am the superego! This is morality, but I don't want o let it go furthermore for her sake! Stop squirming on me, or I'll break your knees! Do what pleases Daddy! All I want is the satisfaction of my little girl being submissive to me! Go take you to Paris - you can star in Zelig. I'll make it again for you - just let me touch you. Let me marry you forever - I don't care if it taints me. I promise I'm a good father - I promise, I promise! Go take you to Paris - you can star in Zelig. I'll make it again for you - just let me fuck you. Let me marry you forever - I don't care if it taints me. I promise I'm a good father - I promise, I promise! Claustrophobic hell is what I'm going through. My God, what have I done? Who hath witnessed the crime? I'm not alright. I feel like hell. I need to be punished. I need to be punished. I need to be punished. Not my legacy, not my legacy, not my legacy...
10.
What do you like about my daddy? You should second-guess your reasons because he did an unspeakable thing. Negatives outweigh the positives. I've been ignored for 22 years; now it's my turn to tell my side. Because wrongs need to be right, I can't just burn all the negatives. I believe in what is right. Sometimes, it requires sacrifice. Simply getting that one side isn't understanding the entire plight. When it occurred to me when I was five, I had my brother's train set on that loop: that loop that loops eternal. As he climbed into that creaky abode and then he told me menacingly, "This is for my trust." And then he slid his fingers inside me horrified by his monstrosity. I believe in what is right. Sometimes, it requires sacrifice. Simply getting that one side isn't understanding the entire plight. Shame on those who were never there to support me. Thinking of him as a monster only validates those shitty things he said about me mom and pinning the blame on him dating my unknown sister is targeting the wrong concept at hand. I believe I am right because it's all a part of my memory! I believe in what is right. Sometimes, it requires sacrifice. Simply getting that one side isn't understanding the entire plight. Thank you for listening to the other half humbled by constant humiliation. And thank you for considering the words I have to say. Please be aware of all the shit that came with this. I don't want to be a god, but a reliable man.
11.
Coal 02:59
Poor little kid in the woods, with a sword he self-forged, and I wonder - I just wonder what his quest's gonna be. Shot! He doesn't stop, but the ground vibrates violently and the men with fractures fall in the river to die. Smells like burning coal in the crisp air, the eyes focused on the decay, focused on their damnation. I go to you you're my hope let me out of this neverending nightmare. You don't do anything and I can't speak at all. My eyes see blue if I have to embrace eternity. Smells like burning coal in the crisp air, the eyes focused on the decay, focused on their damnation. The kid goes back - the clowns have gone mad. The nightmarish forest grows stronger until... The smell of wood greets him and the blaze of his own home. He lets out a violent cry that he can't hear at all. Smells like burning coal in the crisp air, the eyes focused on the decay, focused on their damnation. Let me wake up, let me wake up Lord. Let me me wake up, please Lord. Let this be far from reality.
12.
Give me a drink - make that two. I bet you I can go as fast as you. I bet you I can up the ante. Now come on, let's make a toast. No one here gets out alive! No one here can't not seize the day! Now how about we try the empty streets? Show Jim Morrison a thing or two... I'm a speed demon and I'm doin' okay. I'm a speed demon and the roads are ablaze. Haven't topped the speedometer. Still stuck in 3rd gear. Twirl the imagery, run out to the car. Jump into the front seat, let me go far. My eyes on the road are the only things that matter. Let's go faster, let's go faster, let's go faster, let's go faster. Thrown in my seat by the sickening velocity. West Chester roads clear and pristine tonight. Doki-doki apocalyptic drag race dare. 137 mph, I can easily raise the ante. I'm a speed demon and I'm doin' okay. I'm a speed demon and the roads are ablaze. Haven't topped the speedometer. Still stuck in 3rd gear. Over the corner and around the block. Every minute, faster my heart thumps, but I need to hear biological "Cornish Acid" and even then, that's not enough for me. You gonna come around, Brandon? You gonna come around? You gonna spend some time, Brandon? You gonna spend some time? The day is ripe, the buzz is high, and we got it on the speed. The mileage, the mileage. Give me drink and another and another and another and another... I'm a speed demon and I'm doin' okay. I'm a speed demon and the roads are ablaze. Haven't topped the speedometer. Still stuck in 3rd gear. Over the corner and around the block. Every minute, faster my heart thumps, but I need to hear biological "Cornish Acid" and even then, that's not enough for me.
13.
There she is, my one and only: the last frame of her I recall, the only thing that I can make out from the decaying reel. I kept it alive for 40 years - this beautiful Technicolor mess, just so I can see her face, see her face one last time. Her glowing radiance sparkles, the green tint in the skin tone, as she embraces her rugged lover after his search in the wasteland, wandering like dead lovers do, but not fortunate to have the sickle guide him through the desert - that two-strip orange desert. I guess I'm just what the newcomers say: "just a trickster, a plebeian of the art." But the work I did pleases me because I still can't believe. Her image gets brittle with every year, despite my best efforts to keep it perfect. I didn't want anybody else to handle it - only I can bring the story back to life. 40 years my cemented reels have sat, a beautiful set of seven in my basement. Her wonderful eyes pierce my heart - good ol' girl in Hollywood. I guess I'm just what the newcomers say: "just a trickster, a plebeian of the art." But the work I did pleases me because I still can't believe. I woke up and I couldn't remember, so I went down to the cellar to recall, and I opened the canisters so I could see her face. She's gone, she's mush. Decomposed. The horrid stench of vinegar is the thing I can recall from the day the Lord took my love away. I mourned, my eyes red from irritation - my wife's face is lost to time, horrible time.
14.
You are dead to me. You made him cry. How dare you label him meat. How dare you say he's inferior. Yes, I get you're incompatible. It's such a hard time trying to accept, but your swift denialism will bite you in the end! I know a friend of a friend and he'll cut you down like an old gospel song. You hung him out to dry. You slit his metaphysical throat. How dare you crush his spirit. How dare you call him nothing. Yes, I get you're new to this, but at least help him out some. If he takes that fatal dance... I know a friend of a friend and he'll cut you down like an old gospel song. Hey man, why'd you do it? Why all the fuss? Why the crush? Why, that's enough! Own up to yourself and maybe you can look at the world from his view! I know a friend of a friend and he'll cut you down like an old gospel song.

about

This album's had quite an interesting history. At first, it started off as an immature reaction to some people that had grown to not like me. Next, it became a more generalized concept album and my attempt at making baroque punk. Finally, it became this as I decided to eschew any former concepts and just make an album that's heavy and not at all weighty.

There are some preliminary trigger warnings I will give for the songs "Justifiable," "Claustrophobic Touch," "the other half," "Coal," and "Denialism." If you are triggered by molestation, abuse, Civil War violence, and spur-of-the-moment punk anger, please do not listen to those songs. I'm not a particularly subtle lyricist.

Written from August 2013 ("Yes the Time," "Denialism") to August 2014 ("Willat," "the other half").

Recorded in Oxford, GA and Dahlonega, GA from March to October 2014.

Mastered in 48000 Hz best-quality FLAC for best-possibly sound. Please play on your hi-fi stereos and please buy this album.

Now it's as cheap as a Hella album.

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released October 26, 2014

All instruments, music, and lyrics by Shane Smith.

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