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Footprints In The Fog (fdm133)

by Chris Anderson

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1.
Arise 03:33
my soul is made of marble the cold heart raven cries we're right back to where we started with the bats and dragonflies there's a light in the cupboard where the dancing angels sing ain't one thing, it's another hangin' on the bastard wing doing time on the fringes of the other side of life there's ghost in the gutter with a patent leather shine every secret that he uttered pricks just like a porcupine there's a shadow in my attic where those memories come to dwell you can see them through the static if it's not too late to tell sweet lies from tip of every tongue that stood in line between the great pretender and the bastion of all time this mirror image renders something way beyond the slime there's a memory in my pocket and a thief behind my eyes hide it all inside that locket and pretend it's not the prize but something else more shocking if for nothing, then to see them all arise -1/28/21
2.
break down the walls now we go high and break like a mirror in the ashes of time we all buy the shadow's spoil through the rakes and the oil it shatters and collides with the light break down the walls now the angel's share is lying in the mud over there in the wind this beggar's skin has got you into the spin and we do it all again and again break down the walls now -1/15/21
3.
if you wait for the fire you're gonna get burned they can try and take me down i won't let 'em even though i've been around i don't get it is the point to burn the prize? if you wait for the fire you're gonna get burned you can keep it to your thoughts i don't want to hear it i left all the cons unbought who needs the fear is the point to tear it down? if you wait for the fire you're gonna get burned think again, you wretched fools do i have to spill it just because you have the tools you don't need to kill it is the point to turn your back? if you wait for the fire you're gonna get burned -1/8/21
4.
Blowtorch 05:09
fever on the down and though my eyes are open wide this screamer, she's an angel, draw the shutters, close your eyes all lies they bring in from the outside standing on the brink of what it was that came before those devils did their dance and slipped and fell below the floor all lies they bring in from the oustide this blowtorch has its eye on you he knows exactly what you'll do this blowtorch has its eye on you oh man, whatcha gonna do throwing out the last of all the misfits in the dark you realize there's nothing but the siren and the spark all lies they bring in from the outside pushing through the barricades, these walls are barely weak we stutter for a moment then remember how to speak all lies they bring in from the outside this blowtorch has its eye on you he knows exactly what you'll do this blowtorch has its eye on you oh man, whatcha gonna do tearing out the walls could lead the blind to maybe see if it goes around enough perhaps we'll all just make believe the lies they bring in from the outside this blowtorch has its eye on you he knows exactly what you'll do this blowtorch has its eye on you oh man, whatcha gonna do -1/13/21
5.
circles reel me in again in tiny waves they do me in but when the fearless ghost is in my head we count the moments since we last said it loud please don't rely on caterwauls and doubt please don't rely on caterwauls and doubt please don't rely on caterwauls to bring us further down we've got it now the buzzard's waiting at the gate to see which one of us has given up the wait release the jackal - now we run into the light of the saving breath beyond the sun please don't rely on caterwauls and doubt please don't rely on caterwauls and doubt please don't rely on caterwauls to bring us further down we've got it now a made up angel at the door she'll dance the fire waltz until we are no more the mourning moon is fading slow to wash the sins off and get back to what we know please don't rely on caterwauls and doubt please don't rely on caterwauls and doubt please don't rely on caterwauls to bring us further down we've got it now -1/18/21
6.
straight for the wheel we're climbing out to break into the real, yeah it's all around straight for the wheel we grab the gold and make off like a big storm here it's all we know rider on the wing out on the black top begging for time's got a way to the light take it with a grain of what? don't you know it's like the last train fades in the night out of sight straight for the wheel we've seen too much to talk about the landslide again it sears to the touch straight for the wheel we drive it down to the dark side of the road before it goes around loser in the dark without a night light screaming for lies got a ways to the right take it with a grain of what? who cares just fade away into the kitestrings falling out of sight straight for the wheel there's nothing here but shadow and the ghost of fear it's what we need to get by straight for the wheel in overdrive it shatters like a glass bell maybe the point is to be alive rider on the wing out on the black top begging for time's got a way to the light take it with a grain of what? don't you know it's like the last train fades in the night out of sight loser in the dark without a night light screaming for lies got a ways to the right take it with a grain of what? who cares just fade away into the kitestrings fall out of sight -1/9/20
7.
silver drops of honey on a foul mouthed hag the light it shimmers down into the abcess of the light you better hold tight coz everything's right tonight patterns overlook the queen she shivers in my dream delight the crown who takes ahold upon first sight you better hold tight coz everything's right tonight oh, how we danced around the ring oh, let the siren sing a curse upon the jailer he collides with every movement on the line he's selling tickets to the fight you better hold tight coz everything's right tonight one of us is dreaming and the other's doing something close to fine like the stone he knuckles white you better hold tight coz everything's right tonight oh, how we dreamed about the wind oh, let's do it all again all aboard this sea train bubbles burst and send you reeling own the drain her bark is sweeter than her bite you better hold tight coz everything's right tonight paradise in lemon yellow coals collide and hide behind the rain we'll shake them loose with all our might you better hold tight coz everything's right tonight -1/14/21
8.
come gather all ye angels now it's time to burn it down it doesn't matter anyhow ridiculous, that sounds think about the wreckage now the joker's undercover he plays his fiddle in the dark mistress karma, oh god love her her bite is bigger than her bark think about the wreckage now beyond the smoke and mirrors and all the barricades we build it's more than just awoken fear that leaves us all fulfilled think about the wreckage now the line is in the sand fuck that, it's concrete, now it's done don't think about the upper hand or how the lie is spun the best that you can do is cut your losses or get cut just give it up, it's useless it's time the door was shut think about the wreckage now -1/6/21
9.
it's such a dog chasing footprints in the fog don't walk away or lead us all astray before it all comes down there's still that voice as if i had a choice if i did, you know that i would turn around and face the ground it's such a dog chasing footprints in the fog it's all she wrote like a cloud she floats and drenches all the fools in the way her ire builds like seven hills rise above the jagged patterned overlay what do you say? it's such a dog chasing footprints in the fog between the mist and the bliss i heard the siren wail again she sings her song and drags along the fire wall beneath her seventh skin juat let me in it's such a dog chasing footprints in the fog -1/4/21

about

Chris Anderson's 88th full-length album release.

I was in the midst of a big recording binge, and release frenzy, when the 2021 RPM Challenge appeared on the horizon. At first, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do for it, but then January rolled around and, with it, came the 4th, which is my birthday. Traditionally, I like to create on my birthday, so I started writing on this day. It 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, and each new song inspired 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, one sharp detour after another.

Initial playbacks revealed the album to be too long, so two songs were cut from the running. Those songs were combined with the b-sides to form the basis for this album, along with a few more songs from the present batch. A renewed sense of adventure made itself abundantly known during these sessions with songs dissolving in to long sonic tapestries and abrupt stylistic diversions, each instrument hot on the heels of the one recorded before it. This was a blast.

This is the second of five albums to come from this batch of material. The adventure continues....

-CA, 2/27/21

credits

released January 1, 2022

"produced" by Chris Anderson
Recorded and mixed in The Room, Feb-Mar 2021

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


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


Cover painting by Krissy Anderson
She tried to throw this into the trash.
I had better ideas. Thanks luv!


THIS ALBUM IS PHASE TWO OF BOOMSLANG OBLIVION


(p)2021 (c)2022 Chris Anderson / Flying Dachshund Music. All rights reserved. Thieves will meet the blowtorch.

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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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