Chad Hanson

Chad Hanson

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Elvis Costello and Edgar Allan Poe had a love child, and it is me...Chad Hanson.

Biography

I specialize in writing what I like to call 'acoustic horror ballads'.

I bring to life serious topics with sometimes profound, sometimes silly imagery. You will never hear anything cliche or dull in my songs.

I may sing a love song to a decapitated head, or sing a serious tale about a man who drowns his lover while singing to her about the depths she is sinking to.

I grew up in the 80s and was fascinated with heavy metal and dark imagery. I studied classical piano in college, but have evolved my ear to appreciate everything from classic cowboy songs (ala Gene Autry) to Nirvana. I have a special love for early 80s Brit-pop, such as Squeeze and Elvis Costello.

Lyrics

Clowder

Written By: Chad Hanson

Plastic bag with all my things, half way now to memory
Dan Meyer’s twitching nightly down at Cedar Hills
Idgit ran into a pole, bullied friends, cussed and stole
Buried friends and I’ll never wear a belt again

All the time, the clowder’s watching me
14 eyes and knowing nodding
Take me up where strength is gotten
Take me up to 1983

Ski pole through the door again, try to make love with my friend
Clowder shakes its heads and writes my high score on the wall
300lbs of purist rage, mature as only 1/10 her age
Don’t sit on me or even my Merriah

(Chorus)

Beer breaks man breaks table lays there pitifully
Girl breaks boy breaks silence

If I leak before I wake, give the girl some skin to take
Yeah, I only did it to set her off
Pretend a need to tie my shoe to kiss a girl behind the school
She stole away with Bobby Matsudaira

All the time, the clowder’s watching me
14 eyes and knowing nodding
Take me up where strength is gotten
Take me up to 1983
(Sorry, Rebel Records, it was me)

Every Hill

Written By: Chad Hanson

One of your eyes became anchored to the road and never leaves
Softly graces every post of every sign
Finds a handful of quiet reminders at every turn

One of our times, we were rolling past the church and suddenly died
It was wolves and cold and cheers and whatever all
I can’t say with any convinction it happened at all

Tenderly, I am clutching the meat of your hand
Supposedly, I said something sophomoric and grand
And you turned to me and stared
Oh, I know. You don’t have to tell me

One of my points drifted high up into the air and said its goodbyes
As we watched with nary a shrug or theatrical sigh
As the smiling men took my arm and ushered me in

Chorus

We can say with sincerity there is a tendency of having your cold dead hand in mine
Now that we’ve answered that, this is the perfect time for watching the time go by

One of these nights, we should walk up to the top of every hill
Take a long and loving look at every house
Understanding that all that’s there is all that’s there

Miserably, I am clutching the meat of your hand

Medusa

Written By: Chad Hanson

Sudafed and foreplay jamming up my gears
Benediction for the one raised on sex and Sears
Come hither stare from your watering eyes
KY and Nyquil ever by your side
From here to wholesome appetites stands a Great Divide

Medusa, you’re a sexy fiend
Let’s laminate you
Speaking of sex, there’s a cinder still on your arm
Heavens to Betsy, there’s a chill upon you
When the cock crows, you’re up all night fighting the flu
And you tempt me with bloodshot eyes and tiramisu

Vapor rub and Vaseline by your favorite cup
Ready at your whim, but honey, don’t ever mix them up
Soft and inviting in your flannel frock
It’s time to give your system yet another shock
3:15 am. Hey, let’s play Beat the Clock

I’ll take all my cash and a white wax tree
And put it in your bath
So there you go

Medusa, you’re a sexy fiend
Let’s laminate you
Speaking of sex, there’s a preacher still in the yard
Heavens to Murgatroyd, it’s time to clean you
I guess we’ll call in sick for the third straight day
And what the hell is a murgatroyd anyway?

Lemon tea and underwear scattered in our wake
Is it ecstasy or body chills…or both that make you shake?
Lay with me gently in the afterglow
There’s more germs around us than we’ll ever know
Bask in our sickly stud and pony show

Medusa, you’re a sexy fiend
Let’s laminate you
Speaking of sex, there’s a vacuum still in my car
Heavens to Murgatroyd, it’s time to clean you
I guess we’ll call in sick for the third straight day
And what the hell is a murgatroyd anyway?
Whatever it is, I’m sure it can’t be good

Michael's Done It All

Written By: Chad Hanson

He’s been around the world…he’s been around your cat
He ran a country once, he never mentions that
He dressed you yesterday, helped you find a job
He signed a peace accord between Canada and Nepal

He made shoes for the mob…Michael’s done it all

He scaled the Berlin wall, he sailed the Berlin Sea
He resurrected Cher just for you and me
He kept a diary detailing all our crimes
He mummified himself 115 times

He gives young girls the eye…Michael’s done it all

He invented Koolaid and suppositories
Takes a lot of time and pain to get that story

He stood defiantly at the Gates of Hell
Kicked rocks around the room of a cheap motel
He wove a tapestry where Liberace fell
Invented a cure for love and kept it to himself

Michael Bolton’s Done It All.

If only he were alive…Mr. Bolton’s done it all

Tatterdemalion

Written By: Chad Hanson

She picks a lock from the brow of her lover lain
Watches the dust swirl around it and fall away
For man must die alone
And as she pockets it, she sings “please take me home”
“And do what you will”

He takes the rest as a gentleman would take her arm
Handfasting and brutally careful that never harm
Might tarnish his new plum
And as she watches him get dressed, she’s keeping mum
And listening to birds

Lavished with apathy, mildewed with strawberry, tatterdemalion

She checks her shoes as the violins start to moan
Passes a moment where everything dances home
It never should have been
But in her weakest hour, she struggled for a stone
And rode it on in

(solo over bridge music)

Love me with Giant’s eyes, swallow the iron please, tatterdemalion

She spends her days with the sun of the drawing room
Plotting a path she abandons each afternoon
For she must weep alone
And if she tenders up a son, he’ll throw her a wink, while taking the throne

She withers in a dress of bleaching clay
She won’t draw up her sand and sally forth by Guy Fawkes Day

Infectious and macilent, mildewed with strawberry
Over the broom we go, tatterdemalion

The Perfect Year

Written By: Chad Hanson

Polish your toes and accoutrements
Write up a gladhanding speech
Tune up the orchestra, ply them with brandy
And offer a lung to what ears it can reach

Make it a perfect year
Oh, what a perfect year
Fill all your stockings with ankles and cheer
Here comes a perfect year

Truss up your spouse or your maiden fair
Get out that taffeta dress
Celebrate…no, not that dress, the one back there
With polka dots, sequins, and white fluffy bows

Make it a perfect year
One filled with weekends and trust
Gather the children, by force if you must
Let’s sing to the perfect year

Try not to focus on days we might have spent
Living our lives in the past
When you realize the promise of days ahead
You’ll find yourself growing a new face at last

We’ll laugh at the last year in effigy
Then tire and strike up a match
Running through sprinklers at night and we’ll know
When we fall, we’ll make sure that there’s nothing to catch

Except for a perfect year
Oh, what a perfect year
Fill all your stockings with ankles and cheer
Here comes the perfect year
Oh, what a perfect year
Reclaim your sorrows from bitches and beer
Here comes a perfect year

Adieu

Written By: Chad Hanson

Every time I reach this river
There’s so much I’d like to say
Send me a warm thought
Wrap me in duct tape
Color me satisfied at closing of day

If you think of me tomorrow
I’ll just lay here blistered and free
Sing up a light dirge
Throw me a blanket
Maybe just shyly smile as I say adieu

Adieu…

Every time I wish you godspeed
Seems we never meet again
Here in the home stretch
Under my curtain
Here in this even tide
I’ll sing you to sea

Adieu…

The Anti-Lullaby

Written By: Chad Hanson

Let me tell the truth…yes, there are monsters.
I know that I said that they were make-believe.
That was a lie, and everytime you cry
They salivate. Don’t ask me why.

When you close your eyes, they’ll come sit right beside you.
Waiting for a sign that you are fast asleep.
And once you go into the moon’s great glow,
They gnash their teeth and say hello.

Go on, lay your sweet head down and go to sleep
Don’t you mind the headless eyes that float and creep
No amount of tears can save you.

What a big relief, there, I finally told you.
It’s time for you to learn to face this on your own.
Don’t grab me pal. It won’t help you now.
They comsume you whole. Don’t ask me how.

Go on, lay your sweet head down and go to sleep.
They will only take twice as much as they can eat.
Just don’t say that I didn’t warn you.

Fell Awake

Written By: Chad Hanson

Everybody else fell asleep in the soft clear curtains of night
Left alone again, sound awake at the foresworn coming of cursed light
I fell awake again, wouldn’t you know
(Awake in the nighttide, up with the moonrise)

In a sweet repose, gentle souls forty winks each bleach from the moon
Best enjoy it now, dearest friends, lest you find your way to this Stygian gloom
I fell awake again, wouldn’t you know
(Awake in the nighttide, up with the moonrise)

Awake in the night’s echo, up in the glow I see
Faces of sweet dead dreamers, but it’s not me

Carriage comes to call, four black horses devour any semblance of sheep
Nothing left to count, I retire to my cold, clean manor on Black Brow Street
I fell awake again, wouldn’t you know

Crestfallen

Written By: Chad Hanson

Cherub on a blackened sea
You’ve come to me, ashamed and crestfallen
Fear can never stem the tide
Of the joy seeping from your hand

You’re bleeding joy…

Venom in a prince’s kiss
It’s come to this, completely crestfallen
Siren on a ship of fools
All the sand leaking from your heart

You’re bleeding hope…

Cast aside and your hands are bleeding
Your mouth is speaking, your friends are leaving
The sky is graying, the light is laying down

Angel with a devil’s creed
You’ve come to be defiled and crestfallen
Jester in a lion’s den
A jubilee of mottled bells and fur

You’re bleeding out…

Cast aside and your hands are bleeding
Your mouth is pleading, your life is leaving
The sky is graying, the light is laying down

Discography

Cirque du C.H.U.D. - full length CD, released 2003.
Blood Marrow Ring - full length CD, released 2006.
Currently working on 3rd full-length CD.

Set List

All original music. I can play for up to 2 hours of uninterrupted time. Some of my song titles:

Adieu
This Deeper Place
Blood Marrow Ring
My Sweet Cannibal
The Anti-Lullaby
Tatterdemalion
Island of Bleak