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Boomslang Oblivion (fdm132)

by Chris Anderson

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1.
time has got me running like a banshee wind in the cupboard in the corner's where it all begins naked like a thought at the start of its trip before we all stumble and we lose our grip on life.....la da de di the mirror is just one side of your soul where the other side's there in case you lose control spinning like a top or the devil's wheel it ain't nothing but the shadow of the last big deal a lie.....la da de di believe there's nothing but the desert eye staring me down until i say goodbye, goodbye last on the block - gotta give it up now, now before it's all just talk out of luck, maybe, what it is, this recourse flowing through my veins until we tap the source talkin' like a ghost on the edge of a dream we write it all down and wonder what it means to see.....la da da de believe there's nothing but a clear sky staring me down until i say goodbye, goodbye last on the block - gotta give it up now, now before it's all just talk staring through the curtains in the madman's dream fire down the wire through the mud and the steam singing to the power of the mind and praise every last one of you who's been lucky to've been raised this way....hey hey hey....la da de day believe there's nothing but the big lie staring me down until i say goodbye last on the block - gotta give it up now, now before it's all just talk -1/30/21
2.
Bullseye 04:35
i've got a bullseye on my back and a crown upon my head wake up in the morning and i'm feeling kind of dead i've got a wall between my eyes and weathervane that spins shouting out my secrets til it all goes 'round again take your pain you know you can't outrun the last train up up and away we'll fly the coop before the break of day i've got a sermon made of daggers and a fortress made of ice it's hot enough to melt it just enough to name a price i've got a light up in my attic and a shadow in my bed dancing like a vaudeville maven fever painted red take your pain you know you can't outrun the last train up up and away we'll fly the coop before the break of day we're heading down to where the pipers damn on dirty ground i've got it now it don't mean nothing to me anyhow i've got a one-trick pony and he juggles every thought notions are like barricades until the thief is caught i've got a miracle below me not a chance we'll see it through but just enough to hold em down and get to what we do take your pain you know you can't outrun the last train up up and away we'll fly the coop before the break of day we're heading down to where the pipers damn on dirty ground i've got it now it don't mean nothing to me anyhow it's all a game where the angels' names are all the same so buckle up get your shit together, fill your cup it's all in vain but still we'll do it all again, yeah it's all in vain but still we do it all again, yeah it's all in vain...take your pain...up up and away... it's all a game. -1/13/20
3.
on the level, on the air you can her hear singing everywhere yeah, it's cool like that just like an autumn breeze before the leaves fall from the trees yeah, it's cool like that just like a mirror in the rain old tricks'll get ya time again mirrors are just one side of the lie which side is which? it's alright in the shadow of the wind there is a wise man, peeking in yeah, it's cool like that along the edge of light there lies a glimmer beyond sight yeah, it's cool like that beware the mirrors in the dark sometimes we break em, for a lark just to see the other side and find there's nothing left to hide when the silence of the spin ignites your wanderlust again yeah, it's cool like that when the siren calls you home just when you can't feel more alone yeah, it's cool like that when the music of your mind rings out in colors, you will find that yeah, it's cool like that when the pinpoints of your timeline shuffle slightly out of sync you'll find it's cool like that yeah, we're all taken for a ride you can see them lining up outside to take their shots and make 'em pay sometimes it's better just to stay away coz when the madness swells it drags us back into its hell - fuck that nevermore, we'll play the fool and sing about who's cool like that -1/5/21
4.
you don't get it this isn't fire in my eyes but still they burn so bright until we say goodnight you don't get it there's nothing left here in my hands i'm too tired to understand what we're doing it's time leave those cobblestones behind it's time to get on with it you don't get it i caught that rabbit on the run while he walked out screaming and waving his little coward gun you don't get it it's not the time or the day so just keep on singin' and stay out of the way it's time leave your throwin' stones behind it's time to roll this opera down the line and get on with it you don't get it i closed the door on all that jive drew the blinds and stayed alive just to keep on swingin' you don't get it now i'm awake, here in my soul i'm gonna shake the coals and meet you maybe further down the road it's time to leave your worry stone behind it's time to send our troubles down the line it's time to leave those stepping stones behind it's time to get on with it -1/8/21
5.
shimmer like a dark star hammer on the elements a glimmer only goes as far as what you meant believe it if you will or not, if you don't i don't care but still i'll ride the shadow home mary, she is scary with her blood-stained tooth staring at the mirror unspeak the truth jane, out in the rain she's looking foolproof shattering the silence to unspeak the truth anger is a beacon summon all the fools the shit that they speak is one of their tools believe it or not it's just a passion play to take the sense that we've got and throw it all away mary, she is scary with her blood-stained tooth staring at the mirror unspeak the truth jane, out in the rain she's looking foolproof shattering the silence to unspeak the truth breaking through the ice to get to where we are this shelter won't suffice or take us very far stamp it out wait until the new day dawns before you sit and pout about what's going on mary, she is scary with her blood-stained tooth staring at the mirror unspeak the truth jane, out in the rain she's looking foolproof shattering the silence to unspeak the truth -1/14/21
6.
i get up, meet the new day sun open wide before it's all begun and take a step outside and alert my eyes to a melancholy sky i head on down into the rabbit hole where the pipers and their pies divide the coal between their bloodshot eyes and the banks of the melancholy sky i pressed those buttons til i heard the angel scream those lies can't be more wicked than the whole big rotten thing this tornado's got three eyes and no one's left to reel me in so i'll dive back in and i'll flash 'em all a grin i reach out and give them all a hand and then run away as soon as they demand drunken alibis underneath the prism of a melancholy sky i thought about the braggers and the breeze count em, thirteen versions of what the devil sees this vision isn't much but still it's here to do me in sometimes for a moment, i'll jump out of my skin i take hold and relax my thoughts they trigger me more often than not until i break my stride and collide with the melancholy sky i looked out, shivered, and i kept on down the road those potholes dance in tandem like some disco overload this satellite beyond the sky keeps telling me to breathe but it psyches me out and it makes me want to leave i lay down into the big bad blue where the fire's heart is far between and few and then relax and die under the watchful eyes of a melancholy sky -1/7/21
7.
dreaming of an island eye sally run the roses of the big tide coming down memory of a diamond sky just leave it alone fortune tells me not to beg while i'm standing on a crooked line falling behind leave it alone floor to wall, it's all in a maze burning like a raindrop kerosene flicker away under the rightful haze shaking like a feather on the tail of every word that we say below the line we crawl scattered like the remnants of the second great shattering stone until we stumble and fall you better leave it alone brighter than the whitest lie darker than the movement i've gotta walk away and leave it alone eminence behind the frame hiding from the plain sight flutter by and over again to press for every name we gotta move to the beat of the last thing that we do quit throwing stones get with the gist, move along and leave it alone tougher than the ones who came standing on the beacon shouting "never gonna do it again" bring it on home and think about the madness dissipating when you leave it alone -1/30/21
8.
a ghost in the gutter she's lookin' kinda mean a ghost in the gutter on the edges of the scene everybody's green everybody's clean everybody's swinging at the ghost in the gutter a hand in the thunder rollin' through the night a hand in the thunder that splinters in the light everybody's right everybody's tight everybody's fighting the ghost in the gutter like a ghost in the gutter i'm giving him a miss a ghost in the gutter ain't got time to reminisce no time for clenching fists no time to make a wish sometimes it's more than this when you're a ghost in the gutter -1/18/21
9.
we played for time all night or was it all a dream we lay before the light waltzing through the steam it holds me tight if you know just what i mean these shadows lurk on the inside you can snuff them out with the dark leave it at the first stop shivering without his hat we can breathe again there's a fire on the hill but it's nothing we can't take we're lying for thrills as if there's nothing left at stake until we've had our fill we're never gonna catch a break this river cries on the inside at all the tidal waves between run away and leave 'em in the middle of the nightmare, holding shaking off the folds to reignite the shadow's passion for the wind reinvent the lie for the lie's own sake we're standing in the face of change don't talk to strangers -1/17/21
10.
i am an island i am a wishing well i wear the madness on my wing look over your shoulder look out for the raven tearing a hole between the rakes and rings like a hurricane knocks us out again we leave the light out anyway along the wild trail of splintered thoughts and hail it's coming down, they say just in case you lose your mind just in case you lose your mind - it's fine i am a shadow i am the mirth between these broken mirrors of all time break off for a moment relive all the parts that made sense and keep on further up the climb we're still as stone and acting all alone to raise a voice for anything that keeps us on the hook for that abuse we took let's shake it up let it ring just in case you lose your mind just in case you lose your mind - it's fine i am the wind i am the harvest in the furthest corner in my dreams look out for the movement look out for the siren's scream and just forget what it all means so we rise and sing at all the winds that bring these changes, devious and wise which is which, who knows but the garden grows and grows until it reaches to the sky and shatters all the ways they kept us from the haze these days it's better just to hide than raise our stones to stones those foolish crazy bones lord knows, we've all had better times just in case you lose your mind just in case you lose your mind - it's fine -1/18/21
11.
BOOMSLANG OBLIVION boomslang oblivion we're going home look between the fire and the light it shook me like that wire that glows in the night this hook is like the mire that saves us from the right this book is like a prior haven from the fight boomslang oblivion we're going home shy, like the kites who never fear to fly alone high, like sun a-lights the scabbard and the stone why is it fun to fight the fever for the bone we lie and say it's right to think we'll wither on our own boomslang oblivion we're going home here, beyond the crevice that divides all love and doubt fear, is at its best when all the sides are holding out these tears, they make us wrestle with the ones we cry about it's clear, it's time to step it up and dream a brand new route boomslang oblivion we're going home -1/31/21

about

Chris Anderson's 87th full-length album release, and 15th consecutive RPM Challenge offering.

So the story goes....I was in deep the midst of a big recording binge, and release frenzy, when all of a sudden the 2021 RPM Challenge appeared on the horizon. At first, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do for it, because I had so many different irons in so many different fires, but then January rolled around and, with it, came the 4th, which is my birthday. Traditionally, I create on my birthday, so I started writing on this day. As these things do, this quickly got out of hand and, by the end of the month I had 51 new songs. Stylistically, this material was all over the map, with each new song inspiring the next.

As February approached, these songs began to sort themselves into different groups, and Boomslang Oblivion was mapped out on paper. Sixteen songs made it to that list - 13 for the album and 3 b-sides, and work commenced on bringing those songs to life. Taking inspiration from 2018's Octarina, as well as a lot of the music I'd been absorbing (and my own frame of mind, I suppose), these songs got very experimental and psychedelic, careening down one rabbit hole after another. Sharp detours were the flavor of these sessions, and I had a lot of fun throwing curveballs here and there.

Initial playbacks revealed the album to be too long, so two songs were cut from the running (at this point I have no recollection of what they were) and Boomslang Oblivion became the tight beast you see here. The thing I love the most about the RPM Challenge is that there is a specific deadline, which means there is no time to second guess or overthink things. All rules go out the window and that usually results in the music moving in directions never before imagined. This time was slightly different, however.

So the RPM Challenge ended and I submitted the album, but I did not like the cover. I had an idea in my head about what I wanted but lacked the ability to pull it off. A few different covers were devised, all of which were as different as imaginable, but none of them hit the mark. So this just dragged on and on, with me constantly promising to release the album but then never getting around to doing it, while a mind bogglingly absurd amount of music has come about in the meantime, and now here we are, eight months later, and finally the artwork was done, in a session that took very little time and effort (because of course). While this image is not exactly what I had in mind, it's pretty close, and I think it serves the album quite well.

I will let the music speak for itself, rather than disseminate it here, but I will say that every time I listen to this album I dig it even more. Not that I wasn't convinced from the get-go but the last eight months has elevated this album to the absolute pinnacle of the FDM catalogue, as far as I am concerned. The songs, the lyrics, the arrangements, the performance, and the recording are all among my proudest achievements and my only wish is that y'all might feel even a fraction of the joy and wonder that I feel when I listen to this record.

-11/5/21

credits

released November 12, 2021

"produced" by Chris Anderson
Recorded and mixed in The Room, February 2021
For The RPM Challenge

CA: acoustic & electric guitars, bass, mandolin, drum programming, vocals, other shit.

All songs written by Chris Anderson
(c) CA /Flying Dachshund Music (BMI)


Special thanks to Krissy and the gnomes.


We're going home.


(p)(c) Chris Anderson / Flying Dachshund Music. All rights reserved, all mercy spared. Thieves will be boom-slung into oblivion.

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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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