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1. |
Alicia Said
03:49
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ALICIA SAID
alicia said
quit acting like a child
you know you always get your way
alicia said
I ain't got the time to wait
you know forever's but a day
and i won't ever like your song
alicia said
now you've left me all immersed
in all that baggage you never claim
alicia said
sometimes the truth can be real bitter
but you only know me by my name
and i won't ever like your song
alicia said
i might be blind but i still see sometimes
through all the pain and jealousy
alicia said
i'll pull this sword from out your side
replace it with a photograph of me
and i won't ever like your song
-Summer 1999
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2. |
House On Beacon Hill
04:04
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HOUSE ON BEACON HILL
it was at a house on beacon hill
i kept her waiting by the door until
she had no money but she had a price
a thousand demons dancing in her eyes
they tried to tell me she was always shy
i saw her from the corner of my wandering eye
in her hand, she held a loaded gun
i called her on her last bluff
and i do believe she was having fun
don't you know i wanna go?
i left the house on beacon hill
and stood and waited by the old canal
i stoked the fire and i cursed the light
and stared in wonder at the ghostly white
she tried to tell me she was never high
and nervously i stumbled thru her blood red eyes
in her hands, she held a flaming pie
she lost me on that last one
but i do believe she was having fun
don't you know i wanna go?
they tried to tell me she was always shy
i saw her from the corner of my wandering eye
in her hand, she held a loaded gun
i called her on her last bluff
and i know she's having fun
she tried to tell me she was never high
and nervously i stumbled thru her blood red eyes
in her hands, she held a smoking gun
she got me on that last one
and i do believe she was having fun
-spring 2000
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3. |
Tinyworld
06:56
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TINYWORLD
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
my friend
shiny faces blowin' in the wind
don't whisper sweet mistakes
this tiny world is my escape
away
i leave the same time
each and every day
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
my friend
i pull the sheets back
time and time again
don't leave, it's just a dream
with scripts and lights
and silver screens
and thirty scenes
i tore a page, it stuck to my jeans
outweighed, my shoulders fell
this world dissolved
as far as i could tell
and i'll see you on the other side of
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
my friend
i stare down my face
and i want it to stay
but i threw it all away
but i'm
i'm given the time
i'm given the world
i'm given the strength
to scream out loud
i'm given the wine
i'm given the soil
i'm given the race
and this was my mistake
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
my friend
well i roll my eyes back
time and time again
loud brass and tambourines
and tiny cars and circus themes
and other things
distract me for a moment
then i'm bent down
like an arawak
i fold my wings behind my back
and pray
that this kind of thing won't
happen every day
and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
i stare down my face
and i want it to stay
but i threw it all away
but i'm
i'm given the time
i'm given the world
i'm given the strength
to scream out loud
i'm given the wine
i'm given the soil
i'm given the race
and this was my mistake
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
3am and the clock is slow
the fevers rise and the rivers flow
the rivers flow
i stare down my face
and i want it to stay
but i threw it all away
and this dream
that i wanted to spin
is still a mile away
but i'm
i'm given the time
i'm given the world
i'm given the strength
to scream out loud
i'm given the wine
i'm given the soil
i'm given the race
and this was my mistake
-Spring 1998
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4. |
Sweat It Out
05:05
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SWEAT IT OUT
take this match and burn the land
you always try to fake your way to understand
these eyes are closed, still i can see
don't you ever try and turn your back on me
this room is dim, the house ablaze
of all the times you ever thought you'd be amazed
these stones i throw, they don't make a sound
i can't bring your down - you gotta sweat it out
seven screams or a silent bell? one and the same
the water in your eyes, can never tell
these twisted bones don't make you weak
but you can feel it in your gut
and you can barely speak
the door flies open, the walls cave in
and as you stare, you see the fears
of thirty thousand me
these stones i throw, they don't make a sound
i can't bring you down - you gotta sweat it out
the sun don't weep for all who pray
but the book the tears were shed for you the other day
in fields both tall, and wide, to speak
whre you lay beneath your flag on some forgotten creek
the history books, they don't give a name
burn all the pages, lies within their own shame
these stone i throw, they don't make a sound
i can't bring you down - you gotta sweat it out
these stone i throw
can't save my soul
-Spring 1998
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5. |
Psalm
05:45
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PSALM
you are my mona lisa
i hang you on the mantle
in my room
you are my house of reason
that stays in order
every time you're close
i had to flee the scene
too many days caught
drinking gasoline
and all these waves of fortune
could never wash your spirit
from my soul
you are my magdalena
thou vile temptress
you carried me too far
bayond this aisle of plenty
and nailed my indecisions
on your wall
i closed my eyes and wandered
in and out of every phantom
that you wear
i've never been so honored
i'll hold it close
and wait til all the lights appear
again, this time i'll write a psalm
i never wished these days would last so long
again, this time i'll write a psalm
the hands that build will always break
and i can't always bend to save you
you were the great deceiver
you stole my eyes now i can hardly see
you were my true believer
you never had to guess which one was me
i fold my hands behind you
and trace these made descriptions on your back
which one does not befit you?
they always seemed the same to me
again, this time i'll write a psalm
i never wished these days would last so long
again, this time i'll write a psalm
the hands that build will always break
and i can't always bend to save you
-Fall 1998
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6. |
Deconstructing Lucy
03:37
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DECONSTRUCTING LUCY
and then i found myself deconstructing lucy
all the writings on the wall
don't say enough to save us all
the room is bare - the statue crumbles
and after all you said about it
don't try and think your way around it
those signs are pointing to the penthouse
where lucy stands alone
as quiet as a mouse
and then i found myself deconstructing lucy
all the writings on the wall
don't say enough to save us all
the air is thick - the gates wide open
and this human nature lives and breathes
between the bricks and thoughts like these
it's hot! hotter than we'll mention
and lucy takes a drag
and she sticks it out, sticks it out
and then i found myself deconstructing lucy
all the writings on the wall
don't say enough to save us all
this fever burns - it's all we've got now
the second hand goes flying in reverse
until we start again
we're all like a fly before the windshield
the universe and me, we did the deal, did the deal
yeah, it's all like the wind before the sunrise
where lucy takes your hand and says
you're in for such a big surprise
and then she's out the door and in the headlights
and i turn and swim into the shadows of the night
and then i found myself deconstructing lucy
all the writings on the wall
don't say enough to save us all
-Summer 1998
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7. |
Miranda Harvard
04:43
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MIRANDA HARVARD
Miranda Harvard was an ex-beauty queen born in 1922
She shook her heels & clicked her head and left the scene
Said “I’ll be coming after you”
Well, 20 days and 30 shots fell to the wind
I left no sweat upon my brow
And after everything, she said “I’d be your friend
But I don’t wanna bother you no-how”
She could burn the house down with one passing glance
I left my will upon her chain
Beneath the face she tried to call a work of chance
There lied the fury of the rain
And when she spoke, the smoke would bellow from her eyes
Just like some Bette Davis stare
And all the while dissolved in countless seas of lies
I never thought I’d find it there
I took my drink and left the bar in such a mess
I should have never driven home
And all the way, I thought about the way she dressed
No, I couldn’t leave it all alone
I turned around and there she stood, between the lines
The way she fell was so sincere
Between the breaths of frigid air and sips of wine
She laughed “I’m getting out of here”
-Summer 1999
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8. |
Sabbatica
01:02
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SABBATICA
I've never been one for keeping touch
Never been one for missing much.
-Summer 1999
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9. |
Bristol
02:04
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BRISTOL
i've seen the lights
they're falling over
oh, those ribbons in your eyes
we're stumbling and tumbling
crawling through those
tunnels where you hide
and i can see
what's going on inside
all in all
you're taken for a ride
sad sister, don't be cross
it's only me
i'm waiting for the toss
to stand for reckon's tide
or drift along the
funnel where it's wide
and i can see
what's going on inside
all in all
you're taken for a ride
those bristol lights
they're falling over
all those ribbons in your eyes
-11/18/03 (based on a Summer 1999 sketch)
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10. |
8x8
04:27
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8x8
sounds of pleasure
hounds of pain
impress your skin
and gnash again
between the nights
and look behind
the furthest light
you seek, you'll find
don't hit the potholes in the road
don't believe them when they say
it's not a heavy load
don't you worry 'bout a thing
my darling 88 she cried
coz every little thing's
gonna be alright
teach to reach to understand
what's tightly wound
around your hands
some like puzzles
some like games
and some just like
to hold the names
don't hit the potholes in the road
don't believe them when they say
it's not a heavy load
don't you worry 'bout a thing
my darling 88, she cried
coz every little thing's
gonna be alright
i sit and watch the clouds go by...
-3/29/03 (+ summers 1999 & 2000)
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11. |
Blanket
05:15
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BLANKET
i never thought it much to run
i never had the means to hide
but after all that time has shown
i'd rather hide behind my eyes
i left it on the wall behind
another portrait in my mind
it was there i laid my blame
for you to walk beside my shame
it's all the same
i'll hold it close and keep it warm
and blanket all the lies you wore
cast to sea what we could be
it's all on you to forfeit me
taste the air, the fool's up there
cast your vote, the lepers wrote
a song to sing for everything, oh my
i never thought it much to run
i never had the means to hide
for every truth there was a pun
to dig its nails into my pride
i thought about the ways and means
and all the tunnels in my dreams
the way they always end the same
in a fog of frozen names
it's all a game
i'll hold it close and keep it warm
and blanket all the lies i wore
we dried the sea so we could see
it's all on you to conquer me
the fool's up there, he's everywhere
recast your vote, the angels wrote
a song to sing for everything, oh my
i never thought it much to run
i never had the means to hide...
-Summer 1999 & 12/4/15
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12. |
twentytwo
04:09
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twentytwo
Last day on the Mount Joy
The day we crashed and burned
The fields lay in flames
I carved your name
On the wheel
Lost sight of the woods then
Cover my tracks, cover my years
The vail’s so thin
Escapr – pretend
It’s over here
Caught wearing my head down
My last defense is that
I lost my innocence
Got turned and tossed
Across the fence
Last count was I lost five
Hit stop, rewind, play life again
Within my head, that era’s dead
Let one begin
It’s in your head, it’s in your head
A vague impression of a woman and child
It’s in your head, it’s in your head
The bodies stretch for miles and miles
Let it go, let it go, let it go
-Summer 2000
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YOU & ME & ALL YOUR TOYS
We can draw the fire down, consumed with noise
You and me and all your toys
We can build a race which every hand destroys
You and me and all your toys
We can wade in waters filled with all our ploys
You and me and all your toys
We can hide behind the face of girls and boys
You and me and all your toys
We can steal the prize and leave without a choice
You and me and all your toys
We can shout above the world with mighty voice
You and me and all your toys.
-Summer 1999
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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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