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Monalise
04:33
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MONALISE
i saw the mona lisa
she was smiling in a small crowd
gather up, gypsy mother
but you better not make a sound
she wore a canvas raincoat
and patent leather shoes
she could bow down to redemption
but she knows that it's no use
i called her name in figures
she was down a jest or two
an out-and-out revival
she could hold her play on you
her head was rather weary
she could spin on one thin dime
for a two-to-one salvation
coz she borrowed most of mine
halle - it's an open invitation
to the hallelujah hole
or an open sea vacation
a song of six in half-time
i had everything she'd need
she begged me for her name in lights
but still she couldn't see
her eyes were pins and needles
she could see it in the snow
i asked if she was ready
but i was moving much too slow
halle - it's an open invitation
to the hallelujah hole
or an open sea vacation
i thought i saw the devil
she was waiting in a white gown
her hands and feet in shackles
there was no one else around
monalise was empty
she could frown and spread her wings
and leave this town so quiet
i could barely hear her scream
halle - it's an open invitation
to the hallelujah hole
or an open sea vacation
-8/25/95
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2. |
Mr. Sublime
03:49
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MR. SUBLIME
janie's gone and lost her head
or was it just a dream i had?
roses left, a row was made
a highway carved of madness
a subtle tilt or twist sublime
her anger, words could seldom find
no point made
so she whistles through the window
afraid to scream, afraid to think
and as i sink, she's pulling me away
janie begged me not to steal
her apathetic vision
and cried two words i can't reveal
she only made it harder
silly fools, she called them all
her portrait plastered on the wall
a window
so she sat beneath my feet
and carried on, and carried on
as if a bond between the two were made
janie cried blue tears of steel
but she was only acting
she said this world is not for real
it's only just a mind game
"call for shelter, hold her down
feed her well, she'll come around"
she argued
and then she glanced about her cage
waiting for me, just in time
i'm her sublime - welcome to the day
time after time we're found
tipping our hat to mr. sublime
-6/22/96
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3. |
I Wait For Day
03:40
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I WAIT FOR DAY
hold me down, you dreamer
hold me down, you wretched soul
hold me down, redeemer
hold me down, then let me go
she's on her way
why did she have to
throw it all away
and then she turned
and ran so far away
and some found out
and some found out
where she'd gone
i wait for day
lay me down, contest me
lay me down, for some, no good
lay me down, arrest me
lay me down and steal my soul
she's on her way
why did she have to
throw it all away
and then she turned
and ran so far away
and some found out
and some found out
where she'd gone
i wait for day
hold me down, legato
hold me down, for what you've seen
hold me down, bravado
hold me down and let me in
she's on her way
why did she have to
throw it all away
and then she turned
and ran so far away
and some found out
and some found out
where she'd gone
i wait for day
-November 1995
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4. |
Free (yellow)
04:04
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FREE (yellow)
free, it cried
lay me down
i know too much
she saw her room
and gave no word
i lay away
free alone
sane, she'd crawl
and beg for gold
i lay away
-10/8/95
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5. |
Circle Of Freaks
03:49
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CIRCLE OF FREAKS
katrina stepped over to the baroom door
in the avenue
a dime for a plenty
she counted her change in twos
and glared at the fool on the floor
with his white ham radio
receptive to promise
respect, otherwise she'd go
born from a circle
she'd fly by night in the august wind
to run with the freaks
in her freakshow babylon
her cause was for plenty
but her case was a curse of the blues
dividing her conquest
she left without any excuse
fueled by her options
she rejected the pardon and fled
this circle of freaks
reflect upon what she said
and wynton keeps howling
at the churchbell chime
in the afternoon
she'd kneel by her alter
and gaze though an empty room
-10/15/95
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6. |
Alice
03:32
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ALICE
you take your time up in your full moon
where all your pages seem undone
and i've been running, lord
he'd like to see me fall
but he knows i am not the one
and she's still crying on the inside
at all his fears she'd left behind
i saw the world form there
another two ticket ride
through the backsides and in between
no, now the world is falling at your feet
will it all come down?
and all your fault lines waiting
they just don't seem to fit me in
though i pretend to listen
it don't mean a thing
it's what you swore to bring
but i never learned to sing
i saw her crumble there
too tanked to find out where
he left her hiding so long ago
now, now the world is crying at your door
will it all come down?
no, now the world is dying on your floor
when will it all come down?
-10/15/95
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7. |
Circus Theme
04:07
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CIRCUS THEME
rosalee, sing to me
sing out like you once sang
to monte in the sea
a word half-spoken
too tangled in the threads
sit back, relax, think back
to the puppet in your head
to err or lie
i often wonder why
another call, cry out
say, what do you know?
the air in may
i don't care what you say
til i find a hiding place
to rest my soul
beware the sad clown
wrestles through the years
divides his waste and shares
a gallon of his tears
the pauper waves his hand
as his feet lift off the ground
another sight to see
when there's no one else around
to err or lie
i often wonder why
another call, cry out
say, what do you know?
the air in may
i don't care what you say
til i find a hiding place
to rest my soul
reverend caufield
drank liquor with his tea
but even holden never saw
shots the size of these
confess your sin, my son
to a bottle of my wine
think about it later
when your soul's as good as mine
to err or lie
i often wonder why
another call, cry out
say, what do you know?
the air in may
i don't care what you say
til i find a hiding place
to rest my soul
-4/4/96
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8. |
Delilah Green
03:32
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DELILAH GREEN
delilah green had a lean machine
that she kept in the back of her soul
silent and empty, she begged me for plenty
i gave everything that i stole
tired and broken
these demons left her skin
god knows where she is
lost and left within
this framed, astral love affair
i asked but i'd never care
i sleep and so therefore i roam
she caught me singing "misty"
to corpus kristy
it was a hell of a long way home
tired and broken
these demons left her skin
god knows where she is
lost and left within
thankless acceptance
made nary exceptions
i'm breathing all over again
delilah excused me
right after she bruised me
and told me i would never win
tired and broken
these demons left her skin
god knows where she is
lost and left within
begging for mercy
she's bleeding all over again
god knows where she is
lost and left within
-January 1996
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9. |
Knife Boy
03:41
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KNIFE BOY
non-chalantly stifled
let us reach into this bag for a voice
brutal mary begs to wield
two weapons of my choice
like sour apples, love affairs
will only last a while
so infantile - try me
who's game for the shame
he tried to sell
when he gave me hell
coz i chose the larger knife
fuel feuding stops a flame
break out a jamboree
poison lily, that's her name
but it's all too dim to see
bitter turns and impulse ride
don't check your eyes
open wide - try me
a game hen with no soul
she's up for sale and bound to fail
coz i chose the larger knife
deadbeater in the workshop
got a hand upon the golden ring
fuedal fairies damn the fools
who taught the cats to sing sing sing
this tin pan castle closed its gates
and cast down to the shore
bow down to the sword - try me
another spineless hack
no matter what he does
he'll always fail
coz i hold the larger knife
-February 1995
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10. |
Nevada
06:23
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NEVADA
i look through your window
i feel your reflection
i lie in my room
and stel your attention
beggars and watchers
and beasts burn the night
tired and hopeless
he shot out the light
wait for a signal
she'd only step out for a while
and i, like a fool
gave it up
you called me your keeper
and took back my name
for all that you're left with
is feeding again
liars, repliers
impliers and then
wait for a day
when it all can begin
no one is no one
when everyone's under your skin
and i, like a fool
gave it up
sing, bird of plenty
but don't spread your wings
i've seen, in confusion
what a fool it can bring
dancers, romancers
and chances in time
to steal what is yours
and to learn what is mine
hope can be hopeless
when everything seems to be fine
and i, like a fool
gave it up
i'm waiting, contemplating
this light is mine if i can find my way
so what can i say now?
what else can i say to you now?
this river's on the rise
now i'm skimming off the lies
and i'm waiting for the moment
when this world is all mine
but it's got me in a spin
from my soul down to my skin
and i feel i'm gonna break
so why don't you save me now
mama
-November 1995
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11. |
Shine
04:31
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SHINE
by age, i lost - by lust, withdrew
a sample torn in dust i threw
a loan made for my weak stone shine
i tasted fruit, i drank the wine
a sweet cherott to pass the time
alone in my weak stone shine
don't believe what she said
don't believe what she did
blind my world in a stone cold red
shine
the truth, i swore, could be no use
the lies i wore could not seduce
these eyes close by a weak stone shine
a simple word, a silent bell
i left obscured, how could she tell
a hell bent by my weak stone shine
don't believe what she said
don't believe what she did
blind my world in a stone cold shine
i threw a stone cold stare
two stops to everywhere
her devil glared in drag
still pinching from the bag
in her hands, she held the reins
she said shine
you can steal the world
but it's a waste of time
-8/9/95
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12. |
Columbia's Dead
04:08
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COLUMBIA'S DEAD
"pain, no barricades"
pay no mind to what she just said
she lacks direction
spinning in a circle, cutthroat red
backhand chain reaction
i closed both my eyes
and hid in my face
two-bit resurrection
bargained and blistered
for you now
she'd never cry
to the moon in her eyes
it's all in her head
columbia's dead
a cliche or a daydream?
i robbed her of soul
and i left her for dead
too far down the shoreline
right next to the grave
that she dug for me
no, she'd never cry
to the sun in her eyes
it's all in her head
columbia's dead
she'd never cry
to some god in her eyes
that was me in her head
columbia's dead
-August 1996
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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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