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Watching The Clouds (fdm094)

by Chris Anderson

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1.
Alicia Said 03:49
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
2.
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
3.
Tinyworld 06:56
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
4.
Sweat It Out 05:05
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
5.
Psalm 05:45
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Sabbatica 01:02
SABBATICA I've never been one for keeping touch Never been one for missing much. -Summer 1999
9.
Bristol 02:04
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)
10.
8x8 04:27
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)
11.
Blanket 05:15
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
12.
twentytwo 04:09
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
13.
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's 58th full-length album release. The songs on this album were originally written between 1998 and 2000. Some of them have been featured on albums before, in embryonic versions, while many are being heard here for the very first time.This is the tenth in at least fifteen new album releases for 2017.

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released November 6, 2017

"produced" by chris anderson
recorded and mixed in the room, aug-oct 2017
"miranda harvard" recorded in the sidebar, march 2013

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

All songs written by Chris Anderson
(c) ca / flying dachshund music (BMI), except:

"Psalm" written by CA & AJ Bridges
(c) fdm / adgesongs, ltd.

"House On Beacon Hill" written by Anderson/Parks/Mason/Ivers
(c) fdm / ebbsongs inc.


Special thanks to my muse, in whatever form it may appear.



(p)(c) 2017 chris anderson / flying dachshund music. all rights are reserved. does unauthorized duplication still exist? if so, it's cool so long as you don't rip off my songs...not that i think you would because, honestly, you've probably got better things to do than rip me off, but if you do, and I catch you, i will seriously fuck your shit up. just sayin'...

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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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