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Tornado Sees Me Coming (fdm100)

by Chris Anderson

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PIRATES AT PLAY casting about, crushing feeling the rush on sediment and plaster of the salt in the breeze faster now, the captain sees blood up ahead puncture wounds and silver spoons pirates at play lashing out, crashing resisting the flow of oceans and seas and weak in the knees the last of the go-getters go water and run seafaring bums pirates at play genius thugs pull out the rugs from under the baron's walkway pausing for tea or a vague mutiny it's only just pirates at play pushing out, flushing caught in the wind spinning around and running aground the words of the captain trail away skimming the seas ignoring the pleas pirates at play -7/23/07
2.
QUEEN ANNE'S LACE up and down, to twist around like thorns and dandelions break the winter's ground to see the press-on trees like every squirrel sees piece by piece, they gather and slip away slide and collide we're all here for the ride into the big, big wide and the big, big wide in and out, we're cast about like slings and shots and arrows we can never sleep without the mother's tongue saw off the rungs unsung, the heroes wander out, away move and remove we're getting back to the groove of the big, big slide of the big, big slide here and there, we're splitting hairs and singing to the bricks and the slats of the stairs the preacher's words are for the birds the third wheel splinters off away -7/24/07
3.
CART BEFORE THE HORSE every day we put the cart before the horse never thinking twice or setting a course every day we put the cart before the horse is it a diamond or just coal? is it a spirit or just a soul? is it an album or just songs? is it fle or just a bong? every day we put the cart before the horse never thinking twice or setting a course every day we put the cart before the horse is it religion or just a cult? is it a fight or just assault? is it a novel or just words? is it a flock or just birds? every day we put the cart before the horse never thinking twice or setting a course every day we put the cart before the horse is it a prize or just a token? is it working or is it broken? is it finished or just done? is it a thousand or just one? is it glass or just sand? is it a nation or just land? is it a fire or just a spark? is it night? or is it just dark? every day we put the cart before the horse never thinking twice or setting a course every day we put the cart before the horse -7/23/07
4.
Magnetic 02:44
MAGNETIC black skirts and candlewax open toes and counterattacks fragile skin and fever red twist the words the sparrow said quiet storms and barricades queen of hearts and jack of spades greasy spoons and highway slide easy off and open wide ignorance and fellow hands passing ships to foreign lands look around and seal the eyes as they cut the chasers down to size child like in innocence pattern folder, terse and tense to the fodder, to the wheel nothing feels the way it feels tourist trap and magnet pool trick the martyr, trick the fool once the olive stone has passed is it still going to last? -7/27/07
5.
TORNADO SEES ME COMING wit and wisdom tear on plastic pages in their chairs relient on the trust that we defy this love and lust the ladies cry because they must or it's just because they're shy press back the panic sheet and feel the breeze, feel the breeze that blows across your feet soothsayer sees all that he can see the sedimentary freak strangles in omnipotence as silent as the meek blows away in their impotence mangled, slim, and sleek they drift towards their vain incompenence the penance shaker breaks to release foul breed it's a go! -7/24/07
6.
SHE'S AN ANGEL i looked into the eyes of an angel or was it only just a bird? she was something kinda fragile and she said hardly a word i could feel her in the cockles of my heart and on my mind she led me off in shackles but she's not the hurtin' kind she's an angel i thought about the moment when she took me in and laid me down i should have realized then it was she who wore the crown i listened to her wailing and i listened to her song she and i would never fail if we could keep it up for long she's an angel i waited for the day when she would carry me away and she carried me away she carried me away what else could i say? she's an angel i thought i heard her cry but it was only just the wind she looked me in the eyes and said "let's do it all again" she's soft as a spring shower and sweet as sugarcane as vibrant as a flower and as catchy as cocaine she's an angel -7/27/07
7.
CATHEDRAL SWEEP this door is closing slightly no the ones who live without all the finer things in life like the air and water spout it's a haul for the believer it's a prison for the fools like a prism, it's refracting into deep magenta pools to hear the sound of buzzards makes the lion lose its cool the floor is moving slightly is it the room that spins around? if we take it off, we might see that this fever's never found there's a tooth for every nail and there's a pulse for every page the dying ones are ones who show no symptoms of their age to feel the sweat of summer is to feel the breath of rage their fingers tremble slightly get a grip or pass it by every time the shutters close you hear another angel cry it's a countdown for the righteous it's a crutch for every saint read the words, it's not the same as all the pictures that they paint some day the ones who argue this will be the ones who faint -7/28/07
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SILVER BREATH FOX bless the paupers on the edge of the spin push the pin through the folds of your skin release your tears only if you see it fit slash the air or just forget about it -7/25/07
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PLASTIC PERSUASION plastic persuasion from the mouth of a waif such a stony sensation their secrets are safe drive! said the joker before they're destroyed trembling, they woke her and stole all her toys such a wonderful reunion such a beautiful sight in the light of the moon in the still of the night in the eyes of the wise in the trails of the tears in the lines of the lies you can swallow your fears such a joyous occasion it's the wise who explode this plastic persuasion got us stumbling down the road plastic persuasion in the eyes of a child between the flags of these nations and the scars of the wild fly! said the angel as she tore off her wings elegant and stumbling through the wisdom she brings such a beautiful disaster such a wonderful ride in the chill of the wind and the panic inside in the heart of the darkness and the thrill of the void in the cracks on your face you can never avoid such a joyous occasion it's the wise who explode this plastic persuasion got us stumbling down the road plastic persuasion in the heart of the young it's like a faint variation of all the songs that we've sung run! said the outlaw as he grabbed for the gold miracles abound if you just do what you're told such a wonderful position such a beautiful swing in the folds of the gutter where we shake off the sting in the of the pavement in the holes in the wall you can move yourself swiftly if you can handle the fall such a joyous occasion it's the wise who explode this plastic persuasion got us stumbling down the road -7/25/07 & 1/17/18
10.
Hope Is 03:55
HOPE IS levitate the passengers and envelop the rush where the blues meets the rage of the revolver crush blush, cries the outlaw as he sweeps up his pride parceled to pastures and wasted inside hope's never wasted on the ones who receive or the ones who are waiting for the ones who believe hope is a taste on the nape of the neck hope's never wasted pass the golden eagle through the talons of your soul and think about the ones who skipped out on the toll out of the garden of fevers and lies holy as mothers and slicker than spies hope's never wasted on the ones who receive or the ones who are waiting for the ones who believe hope is a taste on the nape of the neck hope's never wasted escalate the evermore to the level of this turn your back to the shakers-off and the ones you'll never miss into the movement beyond black and white over these canyons and way out of sight hope's never wasted on the ones who receive or the ones who are waiting for the ones who believe hope is a taste on the nape of the neck hope's never wasted -7/24/07
11.
PRAY FOR RAIN catching the rain dreaming of a new day relish in the thunder to wash out and rock the sunhine away praying for rain and the lightning brigade to drink in the storm and to wade through the mess that it made remember the rain revere the brash hurricane remember the flood and the way that it made room for a new good hoping for rain to clear out the dust and to let us breathe again -7/29/07
12.
IT'S A GOOD CRUSH the heartbreaker's last stand, oh no slice all the eyes of the fans you know the brand doesn't matter as long as there's clatter of pots against pans against pans it's a good crush... -7/25/07
13.
THE DAYS BEFORE GOLD strike gold in the carolina camouflage beasts bring the letters to the fold the tiniest of scars drape your neck and remind me of the days before the gold before the gold - before the mad rush before the gold - raise your hands raise your hands if you've ever seen it the dawn of the days of the cold all the lions of the world, they will fall away to the ways of the days before the gold before the gold - before the landslide before the gold - raise your hands press your face into the mirror on the walls of the halls of the bold react to the light and to the praise and think of the days before the old before the gold - before the bright lights before the gold - raise your hands crash into pools of your blue blood and wash your face of the mold that grows in place of the fire that died out in the days before gold before the gold - before the mad rush before the gold - before the landslide before the gold - before the bright lights before the gold - raise your hands -7/23/07
14.
IT'S LIKE THE FIRST TIME it's like the first time we beat the bastards dry and took up in the corners where the mice and eagles fly it's like the last time we ran, screaming in the breeze to anyone who'd hear us from the hobos to the trees it's like the next time we turn the moon around we'll stop and ruminate with our fingers in the ground it's like the first time all over again... -7/27/07

about

Chris Anderson's 66th full-length album and the 100th official Flying Dachshund Music release.

In July 2007 I posed a creative challenge to myself. The goal was to write and demo an entire album's worth of songs, every day for a week. I would write the lyrics - anything that came to mind - while working at Olsson's and then I would go home in the evening and set them to music. With no rules I would usually just come up with a title, write whatever came to mind, and then move on. The fruits of each day were immediately given titles, album covers, and a Bootleg Records catalogue number.

One of the days I did not work so I created an instrumental album, made mostly of improvisations, called "Slight Of Hand". Some of those tracks were set against isolated drum tracks by Larry Mullen. Just for kicks, I did a crazy remix album called "The Memory Of A River".

Aside from those, over 70 songs were written and demoed on albums called "Cart Before The Horse", "We Are The Flood", "Out On The Rails", :Low To The Flow", "A Tooth For Every Nail", and "No Regrets".

In late 2008, during the first projects with the new gear, 17 of those songs were recorded and released as the album, "Low" (fdm061). I had always meant to get back to that well of songs and that time finally came in January 2018. I was at the tail end of a year in which I recorded and released 14 studio albums, and I was gearing up for the 2018 RPM Challenge. I was on a bit of a roll.

So that brings us to this album. I reached into that bag and I pulled out an additional 14 songs and recorded this in about a week. I really liked the results but it wasn't the album I had in mind for the monumental fdm100 slot. The RPM album, "Octarina", wound up being fdm099 and my plan was to finally record my long-in-the-works double album, "Paper Ball", and this album would follow. The problem is I need to replace my recording gear in order to make that album properly, and I'm tired of this album sitting in the can. And so here it is - fdm100 - "Tornado Sees Me Coming".

When I started making my homemade "albums", I had to organize them, build a discography. Just like all the bands in my record collection. So I set up a little "record label". Originally it was called Bootleg Records but then I had a vision one day while waiting for one of my classes to start - Flying Dachshund Music. That was the label. The first release was an album called "Dialects" and it was very raw and, well, kinda shitty. This was in 1992 and I have kept it going ever since, releasing album after album - with a few compilations and EP's until now, where we finally reach the 100th release. The majority of those 100 releases can be found online - either on Bandcamp or the Internet Archive. This discography is my greatest accomplishment and my entire life's work. I can only hope to be able to do at least 100 more. I'm sure "Paper Ball" will be one of them.

Anyway, back to this album. This is really a follow-up to "Low", rather than any of my other recent albums. While that was a cool album (and the only one of mine that prominently featured keyboards), it was a bit of a mess, with too many songs and too many songs that sounded similar. It could have been streamlined and improved upon but it is what it is. I think this is a much better use of that material.

There are still about 15 songs worth revisiting from those original sessions and hopefully I can get on that before too long. Those songs will be fun to mess with, as were these. In the meantime, dig this tornado.

-CA, 6/8/18

credits

released June 9, 2018

"produced" by Chris Anderson
Recorded and mixed in The Room, January 2018.

CA: acoustic and electric guitars, bass acoustic and electric mandolin, accordion, banjo, drum programming, percussion, vocals, other shit.

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


(p)(c) 2018 Chris Anderson / Flying Dachshund Music. All rights reserved. Dig this record but lay no pirate role for this tornado is one you shall never see coming.

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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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