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1. |
Used Car
05:34
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USED CAR
open, the scene is in a used car
driven so open, maybe too far
there we were, hoping to be seen
alive - alive
dust bowl, the envy of this mad rush
to breathe or not, it's something we must
believe before we hit the big crush
lies - all lies
you've known it
you're not the first to see it
just how beautiful
the lights are, here tonight
you've shown it
but still we can't believe our eyes
rainclouds will never carry me far
too bad it's not the ever after
where we dissolve into the ether
high - high
stigma is nothing we can shed off
when we are thinking that we're so tough
these eyes erupt into a field of lies, all lies
you've known it
you're not the first to see it
just how beautiful
the lights are, here tonight
you've shown it
but still we can't believe our eyes
drifting in/out of every season
could be but maybe not the reason
sad songs, they work as well as
books of lies, all lies
enough, we've had it, now we're done, yeah
renew, rebirth, and redirect, yeah
belief, it's something to be shown
the light, that light
you've known it
you're not the first to see it
just how beautiful
the lights are, here tonight
you've shown it
but still we can't believe our eyes
-2/1/10
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2. |
Wither
04:12
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WITHER
watch what you say as you wither away
don't come off lost or inflated or cross
silence is gold but sometimes it's a curse
but who am i now to be wondering how
it's a line, it's a line we are feeding on
in good time, in good time, we'll be moving on
what would you do if it wasn't in front of you
would you adlib your lines and pretend that you're fine
or would you just choke in the swirl of verbal smoke
or cover your face and retreat from the race
it's a line, it's a line we are feeding on
in good time, in good time, we'll be moving on
how would you feel if you gave up the steering wheel?
would you think it was wise to look though some other's eyes
would you prefer to lie still or be stirred?
it's a matter of poise, how rotten the noise
it's a line, it's a line we are feeding on
in good time, in good time, we'll be moving on
watch what you say as you wither away
-2/2/10
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Squeeze
04:27
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SQUEEZE
i had a dream
such a crazy kind of dream
last night
where the mountains
flickered like a flashlight
pools of snakes and
shiny things and diamond rings
and the choir gathered up to sing
sweet hallelujah songs
amidst the caterwauls
they're longing for the dust
and i swear i heard the big dam bust
i had a dream
such a crazy kind of dream
last night
i was lost in a field
of dirty, angry knights
in a flash, i was cutting down
and slashing through the air
i heard him fall but there wasn't
anybody there
hallelujah, i turned round
and walked away
into the open door
behind the sea spray
i swear i heard the sky give way
i toss and i turn
with the cross that i burn
with the load that i carry every day
still here on the ground
when there's no one around
st. peter's always turning me away
"come back in a day when
you're old and you're grey
maybe, if you've got the guts to stay
i had a dream
such a crazy kind of dream
i walked through the storm
and shattered all the crossbeams
in the cold, in the garden of the old
i danced and i sang
until the morning bells rang
hallelujah, i shook off that old cliche
and wiped my eyes of all the blackened disarray
i swear i heard her walk away
i toss and i turn
with the cross that i burn
with the load that i carry every day
still here on the ground
when there's no one around
st. peter's always turning me away
"come back in a day when
you're old and you're grey
maybe, if you've got the guts to stay
that's when i sang that old revival song
you know the one where oil lamps burn
the wind blew cold, the air it stung
and still i toss and still i turn
i had a dream
such a simple kind of dream
i was lying in a field and
pretending that i was the king
and all the ghosts and reminders
rode away and they waited for the moment
to stage another squeeze play
hallelujah, it ain't nothing but a scheme
of my subconscious, lost inside the shepherd's dream
that's when i heard the exit theme
i toss and i turn
with the cross that i burn
with the load that i carry every day
still here on the ground
when there's no one around
st. peter's always turning me away
"come back in a day when
you're old and you're grey
maybe, if you've got the guts to stay
-2/3/10
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4. |
Breathe
03:42
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BLEACH
we bleached the sky just to see the reflections
as they rose to the color of the dress she wore
on the morning when the hammer came down
she laughed and said she'd seen it before, the last go around
half a mile from the wayward station
read a book, pass the hours as the day goes by
somewhere behind her velvet face
she made them all smile as they fell and they died out
we get a little bit closer to the mirror buried deep inside
we get a little bit closer to the end of the line, yeah
my, oh, my
oh how the days go by
we wrote a letter in the future tense
and thought about the way that it could make sense
when there is nothing left standing
but the dust and the wind and the last of the footptints
on the floor, behind the closet door
it's lying there, but no one knows what it's there for
even at the end of the day
we put our hands in our pockets and we stroll away, still
we get a little bit closer to the river running deep inside
we get a little bit closer to the end of the line, yeah
my, oh, my
oh how the days go by
we shot the moon just to see their reactions
as its cover splintered all over the eastern sky
somebody said that it was all an act
even though we all were there, none of us could deny it
still we get a little bit closer...
still we get a little bit closer to the end of the line
my, oh, my
oh how the days go by
-3/8/10
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5. |
Alamosa
08:48
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ALAMOSA
kicking up dust on the road
fifteen miles from alamosa
come quick, the rust
in the dirty field
where nothing hardly grows there
thirty below
it's a good day
to watch the fire glow
thirty below
it's a good way
to keep you
on your toes
you can see the storm
raging down the road
just north of alamosa
seventeen, san luis
is quiet and as barren
as the tundra
thirty below
it's a good day
to watch the fire glow
thirty below
it's a good way
to keep you
on your toes
alamosa smiles
and tilts her crown
she likes to watch
the blood spill
from the mountains
to the east
alamosa knows
she's barely just
a diamond in the dust
like the rio grande
all that flows moves on
down south from alamosa
where the highway cries
that same old song
we sang when we
dropped the rose there
thirty below
it's a good day
to watch the fire glow
thirty below
it's a good way
to keep you
on your toes
-2/2/10
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6. |
See For Yourself
05:11
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SEE FOR YOURSELF
when it's cold, i settle in
when it's hot, i settle down
sometimes i settle for
a stolen moment on the floor
and as the seasons move
it's all that i can do
to open up the door
you've seen it all before
you'll probably deal with it some more
it's true
when the stormy weather breaks me down
i realize that you're still around
i realize that you said back then
that you're never going anywhere
you, there ain't a lot that you won't do
and so, my dear, i gotta say i love you
you can see for yourself it's true
in the song that i sing for you
open doors may pull me in
beyond my withered, weary mind
when the forecast looks just fine
it's just another hidden sign
the seasons always change
though we're not rearranged
it's always something new
one ends as one begins
these changes, they're not here
to always be your friend
but you...
when the stormy weather breaks me down
i realize that you're still around
i realize that you said back then
that you're never going anywhere
you, there ain't a lot that you won't do
and so, my dear, i gotta say i love you
you can see for yourself it's true
in the song that i sing for you
sometimes i can't breathe
sometimes i can't see
sometimes i can feel it
somewhere in the back of my mind, yeah
sometimes i hold it close
sometimes i let it go
and sometimes i come around
sometimes i'm lost and then i'm found
when the stormy weather breaks me down
i realize that you're still around
i realize that you said back then
that you're never going anywhere
you, there ain't a lot that you won't do
and so, my dear, i gotta say i love you
you can see for yourself it's true
in the song that i sing for you
-2/1/10
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7. |
Blink
04:54
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BLINK
so tough
do you think you've seen enough
of all the ways
we keep erasing every day
we need a song
that everyone can sing along
just like the one
where the boss said we were born to run
blink once if you can hear me
blink twice if you can see me
blink three times if you wanna walk out
blink four times if you wanna crawl
blink five times if you wanna stay
and watch it all just fade away
and so we're here
and we're waiting for the dust to clear
out in the field
where they gather up and burn the yield
who thought it wise
to try and see it all through jaded eyes
it's like a curse
the way they keep the world in reverse
blink once if you can hear me
blink twice if you can see me
blink three times if you wanna walk out
blink four times if you wanna crawl
blink five times if you wanna stay
and watch it all just fade away
alive
we sent the needle into overdrive
we heard them cry
from the iris of the dragon's eye
falling out
above a whimper and beyond a shout
we felt it there
when were were drunk and falling down the stairs
blink once if you can hear me
blink twice if you can see me
blink three times if you wanna walk out
blink four times if you wanna crawl
blink five times if you wanna stay
and watch it all just fade away
-2/4/10
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8. |
Speak Up
05:09
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SPEAK UP
i saw the ticker tape
it said something post-impossible
will come and infiltrate the scene
with dirty secrets, lies, and magazines
that try and bill themselves as news
but no one cares, so what's the use
but still it sells and sells
i turn my head instead of giving hell
it's just implausible
a great magnificentish waste of time
i started walking out
when the mirror slapped my face
and began to shout
"speak up or you're gonna lose your mind
speak up or you're gonna waste your precious time
just thinking to yourself"
i heard the news, oh boy
it was something most peculiar but devoid
of any context, just an abstract sketch
of talking teeth and eyes
opinions on a screen with nothing tangible
to back them up
just like a fountain full of gasoline
let the pigeons fill their cup
it's just implausible
a great magnificentish waste of time
i started walking out
when the mirror caught my eye
and made me shout
"speak up or you're gonna lose your mind
speak up or you're gonna waste your precious time
just thinking to yourself"
i saw the photos, the analyses, rebuttals, butting heads
they say the camera adds a stone to every ego in the room
there's nothing like the look of shame
upon the face of those who fall
or so the TV says when there's nothing left
but cracks upon the wall
it's just implausible
a great magnificentish waste of time
i started walking out
when the mirror caught my eye
and made me shout
"speak up or you're gonna lose your mind
speak up or you're gonna waste your precious time
just thinking to yourself"
-2/1/10
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9. |
Old 78's
04:48
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OLD 78's
i'm sittin' here, spinnin' old 78s
i got a tall glass of water
and too much on my plate
i wanna get back now to the way taht it was
when the whole wide world
fit inside of my buzz
we got a good thing now
there's no room for debate
but still i pull out another old 78
i gotta know right now
is this the way it'll be
when there's nothing left standing
but the records and me
how high the moon, how high the wall
it flutters like a junebug
underneath the weight of it all
when the sun goes down
it's only half past late
but the one o'clock jumped
to a quarter to eight
i feel like a kid with a rip in my pants
i got the fox trot fever but you know i don't dance
i got the sugar foot strut at the jazz band hall
i heard the theme to the west at the carnival
i'm sittin' here, spinnin' old 78s
i got a tall glass of water
and too much on my plate
i wanna get back now to the way taht it was
when the whole wide world
fit inside of my buzz
we got a good thing now
there's no room for debate
but still i pull out another old 78
i gotta know right now
is this the way it'll be
when there's nothing left standing
but the records and me
i'm in the mood to hear a sweet melody
a sinner kissed an angel and her name was marie
she got a little bit of heaven in her tonic and gin
you know i'll never say "never again" again
i would get sentimental but i don't know the time
lover come back, rosalie, it's a crime
you oughta be in pictures by the way that you walk
solid sam and smokey mary said it's all just talk
i'm sittin' here, spinnin' old 78s
i got a tall glass of water
and too much on my plate
i wanna get back now to the way taht it was
when the whole wide world
fit inside of my buzz
we got a good thing now
there's no room for debate
but still i pull out another old 78
i gotta know right now
is this the way it'll be
when there's nothing left standing
but the records and me
my mother was a lady but she never got far
it's a lonesome old town, you and my old guitar...
-2/3/10
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10. |
Giving Up The Ghost
05:47
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GIVING UP THE GHOST
if every circle isn't round
it's still a circus in this beat-up, weathered town
beyond their sights, we hit the ground
and we're running out of reasons to stick around
and every time we move out of the light
and every time we wait until another night
every time we think about our place
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we run instead of crawl
and every time we're backed up against the wall
every time we drop out of the race
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
we feel the yearn, we feel the haste
to break this cycle just to step around the waste
ten thousand movements of your face
tell another story, another bitter taste
and every time we lose the woods for trees
and every time we run just to feel the breeze
every time we're gone without a trace
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we fall out of the sky
and every time we take it but don't wonder why
every time we lose sight of her grace
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
this fever's not the hurtin' kind
we take the boards down from the windows
but we claim that we're not blind
if everyone is feeling fine
then why do we keep drawing darker lines
and every time we move out of the light
and every time we wait until another night
every time we think about our place
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we run instead of crawl
and every time we're backed up against the wall
every time we drop out of the race
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we lose the woods for trees
and every time we run just to feel the breeze
every time we're gone without a trace
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we fall out of the sky
and every time we take it but don't wonder why
every time we lose sight of her grace
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we shout instead of talk
and every time we crouch instead of walk
every time we blindly join the chase
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
and every time we break instead of bend
and every time we choke in the slightest wind
every time we change our mood and pace
we're giving up the ghost just to see his face
-2/2/10
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11. |
Movin' On
04:11
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MOVIN' ON
i've seen that face a million times before
every time i see the mirror i just turn and hit the door
mary, she's a beauty, but she never wears her wings
and sometimes she collides within the circus that she brings
and still i sing that same old song
those words belonging to another place and time
perhaps we'd better move along
there's nothing wrong but there's another hill to climb
and so i'm movin' on
best be gettin' gone
i'm movin' on
into the light
i'm movin' on
best be gettin' gone
tonight
before i waste it all
just tryin' to get it right
i've played these chords a million times before
every time a melody creeps in, just begging me for more
sweet mary can be scary when she wears her stolen crown
that she pulled off from that beggar everyone has seen around
and still i sing that same old song
i switch it up but it's the one that lets me be
perhaps i'd better move along
there's nothing wrong but still there's nothing here for me
and so i'm movin' on
best be gettin' gone
i'm movin' on
into the light
i'm movin' on
best be gettin' gone
tonight
before i waste it all
just tryin' to get it right
i've talked this talk a million times before
and every time i talk, i see 'em scatter from the floor
and mary, so contrary, how she burned that mother down
if you're quiet for a second, you can hear it in the sound
when i sing that same old song
i get confused, i lose the words, and mumble on
it just cannonballs along
it's time to stop and stumble to the dawn
and so i'm movin' on
best be gettin' gone
i'm movin' on
into the light
i'm movin' on
best be gettin' gone
tonight
before i waste it all
just tryin' to get it right
-2/4/10
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12. |
Yeah Yeah
04:58
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YEAH YEAH
we were crawling out on sunday morning
to watch the sun rise in the snow
we set a blaze without a warning
and still we didn't know
my eyes were wandering that night
your eyes were marvelous that day
yeah, yeah
the blood runs off these fingertips
the pattern looks like a sinkin' ship
yeah, yeah
we were drifting on a choppy sea
between the eyes of our hurricanes
i cannot say what came over me
coz i don't believe
my eyes were wandering that night
your eyes were marvelous that day
yeah, yeah
the blood runs off these fingertips
the pattern looks like a sinkin' ship
yeah, yeah
there was no talk, there was no being
there was just something never said
it stood right there, we didn't see it
or was it in my head
my eyes were wandering that night
your eyes were marvelous that day
yeah, yeah
the blood runs off these fingertips
the pattern looks like a sinkin' ship
yeah, yeah
-2/1/10
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Chris Anderson Alexandria, Virginia
Chris is a wildly prolific songwriter who has hovered among the outskirts of the music world for over 30 years. On his own
label, Flying Dachshund Music, Chris has released 154 CDs, 96 of them being full-length albums. That's just the tip of the iceberg and there are no signs of stopping. Ever.
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