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Phases (fdm131)

by Chris Anderson

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Phases II 04:26
set one - set two the lens is wide and it's looking at you open bottle - empty book never knew her without that "innocence" look to take the bible and roam the scene to spin on misconceptions, life's a passing dream staring down the barrel of what the pauper holds dying off his diamonds, his silver, and gold life on the silver screen love, it's so serene we call it phases, phases set one - set two the colored lights, a romantic hue a sullen stage - an empty hall hands behind your back and up against the wall everybody playing on their own destiny everybody playing on their own wits everybody playing on thoughts and prayers and standing in the shadow of the bullshit life on the silver screen love, it's so serene we call it phases, phases set one – set two this hunger’s deep but it’ll have to do shut out the lights, shoot out the dark and wait until the moment you can make your mark another black cloud, another win hand it off , stash it away until the end phase one – phase two the time is now – whatcha gonna do life on the silver screen love, it's so serene we call it phases, phases -1991
2.
people are killing for what they can take throwing the dice to die on a snowflake the bottle is empty, the mirror is broken countless souls have paid their token yeah, but they're just passing me by they say "you don't look like what you do" i don't mind - they're on the outside but inside, i am mine on the inside of my mind the bombs are dropping - the cities explode the world is trembling - they shattered the roads drowning our prospects, destroying our pride killing the joy of belief inside yeah, but they're just passing me by they say "you don't look like what you do" i don't mind - they're on the outside but inside, i am mine on the inside of my mind take note of this message, take heed of my cry there's no time to argue, there's no time for "why" all i can ask is for one little thought to give an end to the sadness that we’ve always brought yeah, but they're just passing me by they say "you don't look right – how do you do" i don't mind - they're on the outside but inside, i am mine on the inside of my mind -Spring 1989
3.
Blind 06:00
no one knows how far the winds of change can sweep your soul away no one knows how an attic door can shut you away from today i don't know how i'm living but i'm living out a lie and now, it all comes back to me, this feeling deep inside can the shadows of the world put a damper onto this? they fire their shots again and again but somehow i duck and they miss i don't know how i'm living but i'm living out a lie and now, it all comes back to me, this feeling deep inside where is my epitaph? there's nothing here for me why did my life slip away? i only wanted to be free where is my stepping stone? nothing crawling from behind we all die a little, day by day i close my eyes blind where are the rules of this game that we play where we barter our will to keep up with today i don't know how i'm living but i'm living out a lie and now, it all comes back to me, this feeling deep inside where is my epitaph? there's nothing here for me why did my life slip away? i only wanted to be free where is my stepping stone? nothing crawling from behind we all die a little, day by day i close my eyes blind -3/30/89
4.
living each passing day the love fills your heart but there's an evil in your mind that tears your soul apart your world is under your control like a puppet in your grip but the real world comes and goes just like a passing ship camouflage heart living out a lie tearing you apart life's just passing you by you struggle for the power you barely hold it in your hand while your secrets unravel all that’s buried in the sand taken on by the whole wide world there's nothing left to say as your stars begin to align the sky will fall today camouflage heart turn the big machine leave a little mark on the edges of the scene camouflage heart living out a lie tearing you apart life's just passing life's just passing you by -3/24/89
5.
into the darkness never so clear sharing no laughter shedding no tear the battle is over the war it is won but the last of this madness has barely begun after the fire and out of the light out of the pain that roams in the night after the battle and after the fight after the rain and after goodnights finally, i’m home and i fall into bed for a moment, i am bound as if i were dead dream for a moment surrender to black to stand in the garden and never go back look to the wind for the bounce and the spin and blink and not once think about it again after the fire and out of the light out of the pain that roams in the night after the battle and after the fight after the rain and after goodnights the morning, it screams like a banshee parade and still there’s that mess that we always made stay for a moment to feel the resolve above all the needs that we keep to evolve somewhere the air’s like a button, and when she sings of the fire we’ll blaze it again after the fire and out of the light out of the pain that roams in the night after the battle and after the fight after the rain and after goodnights after the comfort and after the fray after the border that stands in the way after the thunder and after the shame after the war we all do it again -Fall 1988 & 3/2/19
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blowin' in the wind i'm calling your name through rains and floods i'm going insane, oh yeah "help" cries the sailor as the sea falls into space a dead end, an endless light trapped in time and place radios down - signals uncrossed transmitters fall to the sea bottomless pits - storms in the sky no one to hear to his pleas the sunrise captive - the moon in the sky is sunken and drifting away the hero's landscape - the shimmering fields are growing higher and higher and higher and higher today the army's still broken the navy's still sunken the air force still grounded the president sleeping the king on the floor every god has run away no one to listen no one to hear no one to wrestle the secrets deep hidden in me a path unbroken - footprints set animals scatter around the trees start falling - the sky turns red my feet on off the ground the hole dug seep inside the hole i created deep within my heart with unkind wisdom and thoughtless thoughts tearing me apart the clouds are falling the sky is falling or is it me, in the air planes fly by me so does a bird the sun is a brighter glare feet flat on venus the air is so thick i cough and i choke with a strange sense of pride then, to mars, jupiter, saturn i've got nothing to hide but then the crying morning sunrise takes it all away -12/16/88
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when i get home, and you're waiting for me i wonder what i'd do without you if you were gone, i'd never get out of that wall i'm sure i'd hide myself behind i'm outside you, you're outside me the gate swings open, but there's nothing there to see i'm inside me, you're inside you all i wanna do is go outside with you the hourglass is running low the clock is ready to ticktickticktick hello my conscience, she is running close to empty and i feel a little sick i'm outside you, you're outside me the gate swings open, but there's nothing there to see i'm inside me, you're inside you all i wanna do is go outside with you i turn before i open the gate and the hour's getting perhaps a little bit late i shoot out the light in my mind's eye and i try and i try and i try to get outside the gate i'm outside you, you're outside me the gate swings open, but there's nothing there to see i'm inside me, you're inside you all i wanna do is go outside with you -10/21/88
8.
A Fairy Tale 03:21
the devil's calling - he's calling out your name the devil's crawling - to carry you away can you hear me? do you hear what i say? can you hear me? you will do what i say today or tomorrow the devil's speaking - screaming out in pain the devil's peeking - spy on you in vain the devil's crying - wanting you to cry the devil's dying - wanting you to die if you believe me well, i'm just a joke a farce, a fairy tale speaking words i spoke do you know me? do you like my face? can you taste me? i'm bitter the devil's breathing but dying in his secret way the devil's leaving to carry me away -11/20/88
9.
travelling longways trying to get home by the break of day wondering what goes on in my life when i'm away but in my mind's eye i can see you walk away it that is true what i won't do is let you fade away in my mind's eye i'm taking a shortcut i'm coming round on what you're doing make it back home and you're there with another looking beyond me but in my mind's eye i can see you walk away it that is true what i won't do is let you fade away in my mind's eye i won't let you fade away -12/19/88
10.
a feverish outlook of a world yet to come you move between time like some “chosen one” some thought of your homeland you break into bits between a rock and the hard line you landed at the bottom of a bottomless pit to open the door you must first have the key you're feeling like the middle chord there's nothing to see the key is your future for you, out of reach fading away like those lessons you teach break out of this prison controlling your mind release all your captives they seem so strange for their kind you answer their questions through infinite time you fall down that ladder all your life you climbed you seem to recover you open your eyes you peel off your own image beyond you disguise breaking free of which holds you you're releasing your pain feeling renewed you climb it again -1/5/89 (8:30am)
11.
i see you waiting, you’re waiting for me you're waiting for the light to shine on through i'm waiting for you, you're waiting for me but nothing happens today, nothing seems the same the fire burns brighter in your eyes they’re put out by your tears and i sympathize i approach you, you approach me but nothing happens today, nothing seems the same what should i do when love comes around? i try to pick myself up but i always fall down i really need you here with me but nothing happens today, nothing seems the same -10/1/88
12.
Phases 07:33
roving the landscape - a still-life ahead the camera haunts like a ghost in my head the lighted pavilion, the curse of the show a scowl on a stage for the world below phases of love - phases of life a dying sensation that roams in the night phases of time - phases of your mind fighting the fear you have inside like a fish in a lens i lean back in my chair guiding this game as they sit and stare day after day we all play our part we all pretend that it’s from the heart phases of love - phases of life a dying sensation that roams in the night phases of time - phases of your mind fighting the fear you have inside this all is a phase, this all is a stage it’s not just the words, but the whole page we are the actors, this life it’s the play the time to rise, to rise is today phases of love - phases of life a dying sensation that roams in the night phases of time - phases of your mind fighting the fear you have inside -3/29/89

about

Chris Anderson's 85th full-length album release.

I started writing songs when I was in 7th grade, in 1987. Originally writing with my bandmate, Andrew McCain, we cut our teeth on a variety of songs before I started going at it alone. The next several years saw me keeping at it, for better and worse. Few of those songs ever got recorded in any capacity at the time, instead bubbling in the back of my head for decades. What I do remember was that these songs that were coming from me did not have anything in common with the prog-rock and metal that I was listening to at the time, so I shared the songs with no one and generally avoided them. The recorded evidence that does exist reveals a struggling wannabe, which obscures any glimmer of hope the songs might possess.

In 2017 I went all the way back to the beginning and recorded an album of songs from 1987-88, called Just For Kicks, and that proved to be quite a blast. This album represents the next stage in my progression, as it is comprised of songs written in 1988-89 (save for Phases II, whose lyric dates from 1991, with music that was written in 2020). The one thing that strikes me about these songs is - they're actually not bad. I had such a muddy view of this material for so long but only now does it occur to me that the reason why the songs failed at the time was because I was not a very competent musician/singer. The greatest song in the world sounds stupid when played by a hack.

This album existed on paper for a few years before I finally got down to recording it, which happened in the midst of an explosive period of recording, one that saw over a dozen albums completed. Some of these songs were a bit tricky to pull off but they were all fun and I was pretty shocked when I listened back to the final product.

Over the last several years I have recorded a great many "what if" albums. This one is near the top of the list for me and I am very proud of the fact that this exists.

-CA, 11/23/20

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released March 12, 2021

"produced" by Chris Anderson
Recorded and mixed in The Room, Oct-Nov 2020


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


All songs written by Chris Anderson in 1988-1989
(c) CA / Flying Dachshund Music (BMI)



Special thanks to The Minors and everyone else who was around at the time.


(p)2020 (c)2021 Chris Anderson / Flying Dachshund Music. All rights reserved. Thieves will be phased out.

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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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