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Pauper's Field
01:37
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PAUPER'S FIELD
Eliza's ghost dancing in these hands
At pauper's field - dismissive lands
The roses red and the sky's turned grey
And seldom shadows sleep their days away
I'm gonna stand right here beside myself
And pull the last bottle off the shelf
It's a shame shame the way things always change
It's a strange way to try
And make the last one beg
Say what's your name name?
Do you wanna try and play that
Same game - tasting the impossible
That same game - wasting the incredible
These names change
Protect you when the thunder falls like rain.
-Spring 2001
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2. |
Daily Feed
04:28
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DAILY FEED
I read about it in the daily feed
About how yesterday, she took her arms
And made a quick release
I tried to tell her hey, hello,
Don't lose control
How many tears must shed from you
Before you lose your soul?
I read about it in the daily feed
Some days, she's sane
Then others, cold
She quivers 'til she's sold
Another dime, a quick reminder of the spring
With birds & bees
And scents like these
The context lies in everything
So take a step back off that mountain
I left her standing somewhere on that hill
And I hear those ghosts still hang around the hill
Every time the sun goes down
They draw the shades around this town
I hear those ghosts still hang around the hill
I read about it in the daily feed
Sometimes the words are real
And sometimes we all make believe
Like we were swimming in
Another word for time
Where innocence can pay the rent
And everyone is fine
So now you take a step out of your memories
Of all the time spent hanging on my wall
Our shadows always stumble down the hall
I'm gonna burn the whole place down
And paint my name across this town
Our shadows always stumble down the hall
Take a step back off that mountain
I left her buried somewhere on that hill
Between the broken pages of my memories
They said I'd never run away until
Our shadows always stumble down the hill.
-Summer 2000
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3. |
Aberdeen
04:00
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ABERDEEN
A wasted gaze on haz, washed-outy April days
I'm still amazed they let me in
But I held my breath to wait the storm out in the rain
Too many roads, where to begin?
Eash one, a faint reminder of the one that came before
I shivered and I wrangled out the door
Into the cobblestones enlittered in the path
Of wanting this and never needing more
And still her mama said
"don't push me too far"
and still her daddy said
"Don't you come around here no more"
the time you waste is time spent
talking in your sleep
it's a long long way from where you've been
It's not as though the last one landed very far
A hundred, give or take some change
We rearranges the scenery to fit the view
But, you know, I never thought of this as strange
And still her mama said
"don't push me too far"
and still her daddy said
"Don't you come around here no more"
the time you waste is time spent
talking in your sleep
it's a long long way from where you've been
Of all the times to jump and shout, it's not right now
For all these vines have locked us in
Between the breaks and all that festers in the way
We stumble in the shadows of the spin
And still her mama said
"don't push me too far"
and still her daddy said
"Don't you come around here no more"
the time you waste is time spent
talking in your sleep
it's a long long way from where you've been
-Spring 2001
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4. |
17
03:26
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17
17 was a good year
everyone had a good time
except, of course, the time we sank
into the flats along the bank
we never really meant to be that late
it's just that time seemed longer then
we chose to sink instead of swim
until we caught the windy rogue
and learned to levitate
17 was a good year
everyone had a good time
remembering when first we held
the chains & rattles, reigns & bells
shaking out the winter from our eyes
we never thought we'd get that close
all we wanted was some of those
vague impressions that we'd carry
through our lives
17 was a good year
everyone had a good time
just steer around the wreckage now
where everyone kept blacking out
leaving us in moments all alone
no waiting for the dawn to come
averting eyes from all the ones
who kick and scream and block you
when you fly
everyone had a good time
-11/17/03 (based on fall 2000 sketch)
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5. |
Izzy Is Born
03:46
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IZZY IS BORN
Keep it shut - don't make a sound
Everybody knows what's going down
In this town
Dirty faces lined with fear
Keep it shut - don't make a sound
Everybody knows what's going down
In this town
The road to there leads right back here
Keep it shut - don't make a sound
Everybody knows what's going down
In this town
Crooked words bring crooked tears
Keep it shut - don't make a sound
Everybody knows what's going down
In this town
You made your bed
Now sleep, my friend
Keep it shut - don't make a sound
Everybody knows what's going down
In this town
And all this talk is getting thin
Keep it shut - don't make a sound
Everybody knows what's going down
In this town
Your silence, babe
It's everything.
Show me the tide and I'll turn the waves
Show me the night and I'll bleed for days
Wasting my time and all the ways to say
"Look out world - I'm coming home"
-April 2001
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6. |
Tug
02:37
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TUG
Time after time
We're found tugging the line
Waiting to find another
And we'll excruciate all those ills
You keep down below
And we'll laugh at the colorful lady
Who says you should go
It's as simple as that
It's all in who you know
And we'll try and create
All those worlds you left long ago
And we'll carry along
Until one of us knows where to go
It's as simple as that
It's all in who you know
Time after time
We're found tugging the line
Waiting to find another
It's as simple as that.
-October 2000
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7. |
Absinthe & Lace
03:10
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ABSINTHE & LACE
Landmine - nightfall
She timed my last call
Reciting what she said to me
"Sit back, stand tall
we all win, we all fall"
Or something to that same degree
Sometime - next line:
We all tease, we're all fine
Just pining for a time to play
"Stiff drink, small talk
we all think, we all walk"
Exactly what she used to say
Eliza made a pit stop in this town
Absinthe and lace all around
And through the veil that shrouds her eyes
She lifted up her cheap disguise
And whispered lies
When I awoke, the room was bare
An apparition kneeling there
Just turned and vanished
Through the still of day
And in my head, I played "Naima"
To the ghosts of Hiroshima
Then I grabbed my shit
And quickly ran away.
-Summer 1999
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8. |
Cold Cold Ground
03:56
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COLD COLD GROUND
Sometimes it ain't nothing but a thing
And sometimes you don't know where to begin
Sometimes you're losing sight of the time
And sometimes I hear you cryin'
Sometimes you're running out of steam
Sometimes you don't believe what you've seen
Sometimes you lose the words for the signs
Sometimes I feel you dying
Another face in the crowd
I hear he's lying on the cold cold ground
Don't make a sound
Don't turn around
I hear he's lying on the cold cold ground
Away from the clowns
And the freaks in the town
I hear he's buried in the cold cold ground
Don't make a sound.
-January 2001
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9. |
Expatriate I
01:18
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EXPATRIATE I
I set a course for the day spring
You held your silence
Like a ghost could hold its pride
You were the queen of everything
Until the rain came down
And washed the color from your eyes
Then who came along?
And brought a new song
That everybody sang around the fire
'Til the morning came
And who came along
And told you it was wrong
To smile in the dark
And wish that everything was fine
They call you the expatriate
The way you stand alone
Waiting to fold out your hands
And wishing you were on your own
They call you the expatriate
The way you stand alone
Gather all the dust you drag
And bring it all back home.
-August 2000
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10. |
Wonderman
02:12
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WONDERMAN
Somewhere on the backside of my last mistake
I spray painted "been there done that
Saw the movie twice"
That little yellow road I painted don't look good
Pave and repave
Waiting for another stone
Of your good luck advice
And I went down to see the wonderman
And he told me that I'd find my way again
And though I couldn't help but chuckle
And notion that, unbuckled
I would throw it all away and laugh again
I wouldn't try to argue with him
Somewhere in the shadows of my last escape
I thought I saw a train of thought
Too staggered to entice
Yeah, screw that yellow road
You know, it's still no good
Waiting for another stone of your good luck
And well-intentioned, broken-hearted
Sentimental, full-of-shit advice
And I went down to see the wonderman
And he told me that I'd find my way again
And though I couldn't help but chuckle
And notion that, unbuckled
I would throw it all away and laugh again
I wouldn't try to argue with him
-May 2001
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11. |
Hey Old Man
03:21
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HEY OLD MAN
paint a picture of a lovely day
or a rhinestone in a foot of snow
cross the deep end, affix a gaze
on the stars, they're falling
on the clouds below
like skippin' stones on a salty lake
or going dancing in a summer rain
like holding hands underneath the rays
of a clear day's sun, i'm on my feet again
hey old man, look at me
i'm not as blind
as i pretend to be
old man look at me
a loss for words, a mental picture tells
a million little things we'd never say
a quaint vibration, a glance, a stare
show me more than all your words could anyway
these little moments, to stop and stare
to soak in everything we'd ever find
these little moments, they're everywhere
underneath, between, around, above, behind
hey old man, look at me
i'm not as blind
as i pretend to be
old man look at me
hey old man cover up my bones...
-11/17/03 (based on a Spring 2001 sketch)
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12. |
Expatriate II
03:37
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EXPATRIATE II
I never slept the day you left
The letter, stained by tears you wept
Reminded me of everything I know
With all the fear you held inside
You packed your bags and hitched a ride
Never told me why you had to go
The skinny line inside your head
Will feed your ghost when you feel dead
From all those rivers that you cross so slow
Still it feels so long ago
I tore a page and read aloud
Every word you'd said 'til now
I built a fire on your grave
You told me in that letter
That you never had felt better
Than the moment when you thought
You had been saved
The skinny line inside your head
Will feed your ghost when you feel dead
From all those rivers that you cross so slow
Still it feels so long ago
And I wonder just how everything you feel
You felt alone
And I'm waiting for the moment
When you wrap it up
And bring it all back home.
-August 2000
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13. |
Tom
03:33
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TOM
You can stagger where you stumble
Thumb a one-way lift and mumble
As your freedom crumbles
Bundled in those vices
That you’re used to knowing
And when these words collide
You’re not the one, just step aside
And wait behind the rain
Until the bells start ringing once again
You’ve seen it now
And you know the score
A little bit less is so much more
And more is more contagious
That where you are
So it’s time to celebrate
And every market’s like a target
Where you are, get out!
They’re creeping in
And looking out
And waiting
For another to begin
And when the
ME talks, it’s not just talking
Walking past and looking in
And trying to remember
Any reason why it’s time to celebrate
You can borrow
You can gamble
Steal a buck shot, wild and ambling
Skirt your patience
We’re still waiting
For the next one to come screaming by
And by the path of plenty
We’re still running short of empty
And the cards we’re left to carry
Bury, tear you
Where you scare the most
Most is more, but not enough
We’re laughing last and off the cuff
Contagious, different stages
Pages - cages
Then it’s time to celebrate
Tom! Don’t fall down
Tom! Think back now.
-11/14/01
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Chris Anderson Alexandria, Virginia
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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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