1. |
Riff Raff
05:05
|
|||
2. |
Trash Can Sam
05:09
|
|||
Trash Can Sam (Crommie)
Friday morning nine fifteen
A bundle of boy was born
To be taken away
And sold for scrap
Her first day was forlorn
She became a man
Morphed again to she
As years and years rolled on
Screaming comedians psychically
Knew it all along
Trash can Sam
Had a master plan
Stared it straight in its third eye
Threw away the script
At a partial eclipse
Sidled with a Russian spy
Trash can Sam
Drew her frying pan
Aiming it at the sky
Loaded the pan with bacon back
To shield the sun from her eyes
Friday evening twelve thirteen
The silver men unseen
She’ll be taken away
In a flying machine
Her first day on the job
|
||||
3. |
Panorama Drive
04:40
|
|||
4. |
||||
City of Industry (departure) (Crommie)
Have you seen gas fires burn?
Glass and steel, broken shards
The concrete columns spurn
Send the black plume towards
Say goodbye – wave to the fading light
Say hello – become the dark of night
Wild dreams are making up
For future lost time
Monochrome morn erupts
The sepia sky shines
Say goodbye – wave to the fading light
Say hello – become the dark of night
Slow-ticking time bomb
Unnatural start
The last metallic echo
As we depart
Wave goodbye in the rear-view mirror
|
||||
5. |
A Jungle of Apparitions
04:02
|
|||
6. |
No Room to Dream
03:38
|
|||
No Room to Dream (Crommie)
The other day
I saw you on the avenue
Your face so familiar
Like someone I once knew
Winter wind wailed
As broken stars fell
When the empty moon rose
I remembered our tale
There is no room to dream
There is no room to dream
We lost our way
And the trail fell cold
Muted bell disconnected
Silent souls were sold
The last thing I heard
Was the line is going dead
What were you thinking?
Was it something I said?
There is no room to dream
There is no room to dream
|
||||
7. |
Throwing Bones
05:25
|
|||
Throwing Bones (Crommie)
First time tricked me
With a crooked smile
My mind never mattered
To those guttersnipes
Went to the altar
With outstretched arms
To embrace the angels
Of the reptile farm
Cut me some slack
I’m a civilized man
Throwing bones
Second try left you
High and dry
Swallowed your savings
Once you paid the fine
Cut me some slack
I’m a civilized man
Throwing bones
Third thrown die
Failed to charm
Now I’m left limping
With a broken arm
Cut me some slack
I’m a civilized man
Throwing bones
Fourth number finally
Made a lucky score
Beat me like a broom
On the concrete floor
Played snake eyes
Like a deuce in Bangalore
Fled with a firehose
To seasick shores
Cut me some slack
I’m a civilized man
Throwing bones
|
||||
8. |
||||
Calm Before the Storm (Crommie)
Spears of fire
The thunder of Thor
Greet the pilgrims
Bloody shores
Is this the calm
Before the storm?
Is this the calm
Before the storm?
Snow of fallout
Rain of glass
Dawning nights
Have come to pass
Is this the calm
Before the storm?
Is this the calm
Before the storm?
|
Daniel Crommie Portland, Oregon
Daniel Crommie is a progressive directed songwriter, multi-instrumentalist (mandolins, dulcimer, balalaika, recorders, flutes, synthesizers, etc.) and producer (Janie Mitchell, Kaitlyn ni Donovan, Lew Jones, Karen Searcy) who has released over three dozen solo albums, numerous albums with Group Du Jour, Echo System, Saturnalia Trio & DC Sound Collective over the last 35 years on New Weave. ... more
Streaming and Download help
Daniel Crommie recommends:
If you like Rotation, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp