1. |
Ride to the Top
03:54
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Ride to the Top (Crommie)
I’m putting myself on the line
Out on a limb
To get the best in life
You have to swim
Water was getting cloudy
At the bottom of the stream
Ever since I learned to walk
I’ve danced on the balance beam
I’m moving up
Taking the ride to the top
Grab the monkey wrench
Pull out all the stops
I’ll turn the golden key
Twist the carving knife
No time for feeling topsy-turvy
In this volatile life
Thought you had me figured out
But I changed again
There’s no sense handing me the bomb
Because I’ll pull the pin
Money stories used to make me snore
Now I love the game
My old friends all agree I’ve changed
Things will never be the same
Since I’m moving up…
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2. |
A Quiet Pandemonium
05:03
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A Quiet Pandemonium (Crommie)
Thought I saw her
Walking by the garden pool
A single rose in hand
Thought I saw her
Walking by the garden pool
If it’s winter
I must be dreaming
I can hear her footsteps
Burning like the wings
Of moths to the naked flame
I can hear her feathers
Beating like blackbird wings
On wire cages
But I must be dreaming
She speaks to me
In her quiet pandemonium
In the middle of nowhere
She’s grown tired of walking
Down this trail of tears
Inhabited by cries
She must be dreaming
I’m waiting for something
I can’t live without
Waiting for her, waiting for her
I’m waiting for something
I can’t live without
Waiting for her
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3. |
Predictable Heart
03:25
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Predictable Heart (P. Parker)
Walking alone
Thinking of you
Your thoughts are
Your own
Particular view
I must admit that
For a while
It seemed to fit
We shared a smile
You danced
Swirling circles
Flashing laughter
Just for me
I never knew
What happened or why
Twisting me through
Your dragonfly eye
Walking with you
Thinking apart
Falling in two
Predictable heart
You danced
Swirling circles
Flashing laughter
Just for me
Holding you hand
Catching your eye
Dropping it all
And waving goodbye
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4. |
Under a Spell
05:11
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Great Big Soul
06:01
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Great Big Soul (Crommie)
Go ahead and shake a leg
Go ahead and stomp the floor
Go ahead and let your feet fall
Like a ball-peen hammer
On a four by four
Great big soul
Gonna pick you up
Great big soul
Gonna put you back down
Great big soul
What makes the world go ‘round
Throw my voice way across the sea
Wanna get sun in my big wide eyes
Wanna rub elbows with the big hot stars
Great big soul
Be sure to swallow me up
Great big soul
Be sure to follow me home
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6. |
That Familiar Scream
04:52
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That Familiar Scream (Crommie)
Pray hear my bad foot dragging
Scraping slowly down the hall
You pull at your security blanket
Wind whistles, the nightwings call
Should have gone to bed
Before midnight
Wouldn’t have to to witness
My creep and crawl
Look around you, nothing seems normal
Try to phone, the neighbors are gone
Little sounds are growing much louder
Dead of August right on the front lawn
Should have gone to bed
Before midnight
Wouldn’t have to witness
The wrath of…
Should have gone to bed
Before midnight
Wouldn’t have to witness
That familiar scream
Turn on lights, close the screen windows
Beads of sweat drip down the bolt lock
Maybe this will stop my intrusion
Another night to try the long shot
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7. |
Soft Focus
03:41
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Soft Focus (Crommie)
Walk through the grass
Long days so quiet pass
Tall trees gentle sway
Tell true passions play
Birds pattern the sky
Seduce the naked eye
With news of May
To turn green from grey
Oh, in my eyes – soft focus
You’re in my mind – soft focus
Look through the glass
Still life from the past
So much has changed
That time will rearrange
Yet one thing inside
That I cannot hide
Your eyes so warm
Set off my heart’s alarm
There was a time
I couldn’t find you
Didn’t read between the lines
Now we’ve agreed
To plant the seed
Of future mysteries
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8. |
Shaky House
04:28
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Shaky House (Crommie)
We live in a shaky house
Situated on a busy street
When the big trucks roll on by
The drums begin to beat
Begin to beat
Roll a marble across the floor
Peeling pink from wall to wall
Sunlight streaks through ceiling tiles
Until rain begins to fall
Begins to fall
How can we love each other
When the sky keeps tumbling down?
Why do my knees keep forever shaking
And your uncertain heartbeat pound?
Can’t sleep in a shaky house
Too many noises in the night
Wake up in an empty bed
To turn on the lonely light
Lonely light
I hear the rattling door
Tattle on nocturnal ways
Seems that our struggling love
Has seen its better days
Better days
How can we love each other…
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9. |
Where Will I Sleep
06:06
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Where will I Sleep (Crommie)
Where will I sleep
That shadows don’t frighten me
No imagined beast
Nor real mortal from the world
Of the daytime
That I escape in pursuit
Of a dark and quiet night
Where will I sleep
That my surroundings won’t rob me
Of the past
Nor the future of this mind
In dreamlands
Moist, dark, mysterious
Only to enter by design of passage
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10. |
Afraid of Heights
04:54
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Afraid of Heights (Crommie)
Tennis courts in the desert
Sno-cone stands in the hills
Brutal beat of the city
Sweltering heat on dirty streets
So far from home
They speak another tongue up here
And I am afraid of heights
It’s a small world you know
And this is a strange kind of life
So far from home
A half moon is laughing outside
Too many steps to climb upstairs
They speak another tongue up here
And I am afraid of heights
So far from home
Two ships in the same port
Our looks are deceiving
So far from home
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We Built the Machines (Crommie)
We built the machines
That roll across the earth
With clenched-steel jaws
Witnessed the creature’s birth
We built the machines
To be bigger, better
And bring us convenience
On an iron platter
We built the machines
To cut, crush and blast
And by enslaving the wheel
Became the true boss at last
We built the machines
To be smaller, smarter
To calculate the numbers
That were made to barter
Deep in the darkness
Where our extinction lurked
We threw the monkey wrench
Into the greasy works
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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
Daniel Crommie recommends:
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