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Spaces Erases (fdm128)

by Chris Anderson

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around the window see the lighthouse in the haze there's nothing else i'd rather see right now below the surface at the apex of our days there lies the reason and the way back out this time, it's not an illusion this time, it's barely just a dream this time our spaces erases everything the fog is rolling over up and way back out sometimes a moment lasts a million years i thought about it, while i sat and stewed about to step aside and shatter all my fears this time, there's nothing beyond it this time, there's answers in the steam this time, our spaces erases everything it gets me every time sometimes i sit and think about the way we came from nowhere, just to stop and settle down then move along, as ya do, it's all a game but still i keep that dream alive somehow this time, to soak in the silence this time, i'm lifting up the screen this time, our spaces erases everything this time, it's not an illusion this time, it's barely just a dream this time our spaces erases everything it gets me every time -10/8/19
2.
beyond the howling of the wind this blanket covers me it gives me comfort to no end as far as i can see again and all those photographs they make me laugh, they make me scream this tunnel-vision dream a mad revisionist can seem so wise there's nothing left to say just don't get in my way this time among the fever of those days there was a love right there it hit my heart and warmed my face it's not like that everywhere, they say and all those songs i sang about how it was to stay away are like journalistic rays of light some kind of power play there's nothing left to say just don't get in the way, no way sometimes i sit and wonder why this island speaks to me the fog and wind and boulder high i never felt so free, oh my these memories stay alive so long as i can see the light i’ll soak it deep inside and feel the rhythm of this ride to take it in besides these scattered moments of our lives there's nothing left to say just don't get in my way this time -10/8/19
3.
this paradise between my eyes it tells me everything i dream about let's crash and burn and try and learn something else this universe, were finding out so long let your silence be your guide for all time now i took a pause and thought of all the times i thought of running from myself and cracked a grin and hit the wind and just forgot what i left on the shelf back then let your silence be your guide for all time now when will it end? this breaker's bend i'm clawing at the walls inside this dream, all right so now it's done, we're having fun among the foolish pride i keep inside sometimes let your silence be your guide for all time now -10/8/19
4.
Radiocity 04:47
ten pounds silver the waves are rolling by if that don't kill her don't stop and wonder why between all the bushes and over all the breaks there's nothing but the rush of the owls and the snakes don't look up you might go blind just fill your cup and leave it behind you ain't got time a penny for a whistle a dime for all your thoughts caught up in the thistle although they'd rather not let me in, just for a spell i've got it now a road map of hell and a weathered, beaten brow it's not just talk it's not just pain every time we walk out in the rain we ain't got time for the line - radiocity i think we're doing fine - radiocity step into the light - radiocity say goodnight a diamond on the brink of whatever else we've done there's never time to think and there's barely time to run it's a long way, b'y to the edges of the wind when the full moon sky spins ya right back round again take a look and move along this open book won't stay too long we ain't got time for the line - radiocity i think we're doing fine - radiocity step into the light - radiocity say goodnight a coward on the rise is a fool to everyone left blinded to disguises and sheltered from the sun this hard line won't stay the same for very long if you're feeling so divine then what the fuck is wrong a picture's worth a thousand songs this vague rebirth is not that strong tear down the wall and answer loud we ain't got time for the line - radiocity i think we're doing fine - radiocity step into the light - radiocity say goodnight -10/9/19
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diamond eyes like a sweet lullaby i'm on the run i took a good man down to see the wide open light in the damp of the night under the gun we never made no sound in the dim lit celebration we all danced, we all decayed it's all for fun nothing more than revelations in a trance, this time we made it bless the sun and take it in st. jones within passion wise on the fruit of the fly sometimes it's fun to see it all come down to the back of the boil where the tacks of our toil tell us we're done blow this old dirt town in the face of mother instinct all the while we skirt and scratch behind our eyes don't leap before you blink just keep on smiling in the dirt and bless the sky and take it in st. jones within sometimes it's nothing but a trance of fire from the war inside our heads but say we keep it shut perhaps this elevating door will keep us fed, oh yeah blistered blues from the rumors to the news i'm going blind until it all plays out lighthouse hues, they're all you need to know, it's true to leave it behind or take a brand new route on the edge of what surrounds it's like a captive in a cloud that dissipates they'll never look until it's found then stamp it out and act so proud just can't relate underneath the baby blue we all just scatter in our shoes we're running late soak it in, because it's true ignore the daily demon news and recreate and take it in st. jones within -10/17/19
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Tagalong 03:06
another trip around the sun feeling like i am the one this pot of gold is just ahead under the blankets on my bed it's really not that scary just enough to back me up and keep me on this tagalong another day to while away in search of something new to say sometimes the words come spilling out just like water from a spout and sometimes i think about it far too long anyway so let us pray another dream in front of me it's clear but i can barely see just what it is that makes me feel just like another squeaky wheel i'll stay right here for a while until it all makes sense again hello, my friend -10/9/19
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The Big Sky 05:01
this satellite high, beaming down it's life here in the night sky driven to the light out on the east side dancing in the shadow of the big tide let's blow this mother out this never ending coastal crush this line is ever bending along the shining sea where does the time go i'm standing out and staring at the wind blow it brings me to my knees don't wake me up just yet i'm only dreaming of the big sky i'll just pretend that nothing's in the way i felt the big splat along my inner slayer from the time when that spirit came a-callin' and it was then that i knew that this was it don't wake me up just yet i'm only dreaming of the big sky she's like a songbird sings her morning hymn a loss for words then i'm on my way again i'll take the wind for when i feel the need to breathe i gotta breathe, i gotta breathe, i gotta breathe don't wake me up just yet i'm only dreaming of the big sky -10/18/19
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i lost my face out in the wind and felt it all come round again this little island in my eyes she smiles so wide this vision, out along the trail of what it is, i cannot fail to see between the real and what we think we need out on this island it was something holy out on this island it was real it satisfied my urge to keep on roaming over all the fire and the steel and still i lie in the middle lie in this miracle light this rollercoaster on the run i'm thinking back and still it's fun to see it all so real and not just in the wind i thought about it at the edge and how we're clinging to the ledge it's all illusion but it never shines so bright out on this island it was something in the wind this island offers me no fear this island harbors all my love beyond the one who makes this island oh so dear and still i lie in the middle lie in this miracle light out on this island there was something on, yeah out on this island we were here this kind of thing don't happen often but who cares i'll see you in another year still i lie in the middle lie in this miracle light -10/17/19
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this photograph this real time laugh sitting on the porch out in the rain this living thing this siren sings glowing like a torch i'm here again pretty sings the blues under the sky on this island pretty sings the blues, oh my this kind of thing it makes me sing of everything i want it all to be and still it's here i'll hold it dear until it all comes crashing down on me pretty sings the blues under the sky on this island pretty sings the blues, oh my sing it to the birds and the breeze sing it to the mountain in front of me sing it to the fire and the freeze sing it just to be, sing it just to be i thought about taking out everything i built inside my maze and then it struck man, what the fuck it's gonna stay the same for all my days pretty sings the blues under the sky on this island pretty sings the blues, oh my -10/17/19
10.
ten cold fingers knocking on my door dig it, man, i gotta go can't hear it anymore this line beside me, dancing on the floor what it was, i'll never know ain't seen that before keep a broken record of your time and sing it loud and clear keep a broken record of your time in the space between your fears plastered, like a ghost out on the run that same old shadow stands between my footsteps and the sun guarded like a lion overrun but still it's clear i'm acting like i have already won keep a broken record of your time and sing it loud and clear keep a broken record of your time in the space between your fears another hill, another gear to grind i'm standing still and thinking of the fire and the wine this wind will never break until we find another way to shatter those slender lines keep a broken record of your time and sing it loud and clear keep a broken record of your time in the space between your fears -10/17/19
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Indigo 04:49
back in the belly of the north i figured out what it was that kept me coming back oh, now i never want to leave but i do somewhere in the mist and the haze there lies a diamond in the waste so precious like a passing thought i'll keep it in my heart for all time carnival, indigo the stars are like little windows in the night shining from a past so bright i'm counting every one and none at all take another sip, spin around and push the pedal to the ground my shadow never makes no sound when it's singing to the wind time and time again and when the lights go down and when the night goes rushing out i'll think about you now and watch the fog clear out burn it out, sit and wait it out until the next go 'round i'll be around one day before it's all been found i'll think of you til then and write a million songs full of love and hope while i'm standing on the slope hanging from a burning rope i'll keep you in my mind for all time -10/18/19

about

Chris Anderson's 84th full-length album release.

Most people who know me know that I have an extremely deep bond with the wonderful island of Newfoundland. That bond existed long before I first visited there, and continues to this day, after visiting several times. Many of my songs over the years have dealt with this bond. Much of Welcome To The New Hurrah, Happy Songs, Doing Time On The Horizon, and Paper Ball explored that deep relationship. But, after all that, only one song had every actually been written up there ("Another Line", released on an EP called The Trinity Loophole). I was always too busy making memories and only stopped to recount them once I was long gone.

In 2019, however, I was on a mission. I booked a 15-day trip to "The Rock" and, aside from visiting sites and hanging with various friends, one of my goals was to get some writing done. My first few days were spent staying with my friend Elaine, in St. John's, and I spent a couple of early mornings jamming in the living room and sketching out riffs and ideas. From there, I ventured out to Trinity East, on the Bonavista Peninsula, to stay with my good friend Justin for a while. He worked days while I was there so I spent much of my time sitting at his table, staring out the window at the harbour and the lighthouse, and writing songs. By the time I was ready to go home, I had written 19 new songs, and had some rough ideas for about 4 or 5 more. Some of those songs were bits of personal and social commentary and some of those songs are about my relationship with Newfoundland, or are vivid word paintings that I will forever associate with that particular time.

Several of the songs on this album existed as titles on my "potential song title list" for years, decades even, but each one lent itself to a song that became bigger than itself. Not every one of these songs is about Newfoundland, but many of them are, and all of them are songs that evoke a particular mood, and they all will forever remind me of that place.

When I began the Social Distance Tour in 2020, these are the songs that I was most excited to premiere and the response I've gotten from this batch of material has been some of the most positive ever. As I continued to bash & beam these songs out, I kept promising that the album was going to come. Finally it came time to record and the floodgates opened. While this album exists exactly as it did on paper, it sounds even better than I imagined and I am quite excited to share it with you all.

Oh yeah, the cover image? That was literally my field of vision while I wrote all of the songs that make up this album. Sometimes the fog would roll in so thick that you couldn't even see the houses in the foreground. Sometimes the air cleared such that you could see far beyond the lighthouse. That's Newfoundland for ya. My absolute favorite place on earth, and a place where I would move to in less than a heartbeat, with no second thought. I cannot wait to go back. Until then, there are songs.

-CA, 11/20/20

credits

released February 12, 2021

"produced" by Chris Anderson
Recorded and mixed in The Room, October-December 2020

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 Justin, Lena, Darren, Elaine, Jon, and all my other Newfoundland pals from over the years. And, of course, Krissy, my rock on the rock.



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

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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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