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"America Killed John Wayne" (D. Crommie)
The boom town has a symphony
Women dress in the finest clothes
There was music in the desert
Hidden heat in the mountain snow
Children eating hot ice cream
Breathe the tested air
The promise of high-tech manna
The skull and cross-bones of beware
They said America killed John Wayne
The toll is rising, moment is near
Time to put an end to atomic frontier
They said America killed John Wayne
Somewhere in the burning sunshine
Something hotter burned in the dust
Dreams devour in the eleventh hour
The nightmares they tell us to trust
They said America killed John Wayne
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Celebrity Samba
05:01
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"Celebrity Samba" (D. Crommie)
I will gladly give my autograph
But you can’t take my picture for free
See me on the chat show circuit
My broad smile beaming
Think you’ll take me home with you?
Why you must be dreaming
You must be dreaming
Do the celebrity samba!
Think I’ll shoot a few Hollywood movies
Plan to be a big smash hit
Gonna break long-standing records
Chew the other competitors to bits
Snap my fingers
Roll the eyes
Shuffle feet
Toenails tap
Pounding pavement
Lifting eyebrows
On the level
Keep it tight
Burn it up
Toss your head
A little to the left
An inch too far
Wipe that smirk
Off your lips
Jump, jump, jump…
I’ll grant you an exclusive interview
A nickel a word
And drop all the famous lines that
You and I have ever heard, like…
Bottomfish city bourgeoisie
I’m a hard-headed one track mind kamikaze
All I want is wealth and fame
And if I utilize both elbows
Perhaps a slick stage name like…
Do the celebrity samba!
Pay no attention to that man
Behind the curtain
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3. |
Waking From a Nightmare
04:42
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"Waking From a Nightmare" (D. Crommie)
Swimming in the deep end
Falling without a chute
They drop a nickel in our tin
Cruel hand nuke
Cracks are widening
On fresh painted walls
Statues are smiling dead
Through a hole in the head
Waking from a nightmare
On the street of dreams
Tunnel the dark earth
Bridge the burning stream
Come down from ancient trees
That futures redeem
We all got the gun
The safety switch on
Ride away in the car
Don’t need to go far
Waking from a nightmare
On the street of dreams
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Elegant Words
04:24
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"Elegant Words" (D. Crommie)
Whisper to me your elegant words
Is there something you’d like me to hear?
Tell me with your eyes if the words don’t come
Come with me to a place we remember
On a warm evening in late September
Night is a time when strange things arise
I will listen But I’m much too close to hear
Let us be beautiful in our eyes mirror
When you give me refuge there is nothing to fear
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Age of Information
06:20
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"Age of Information" (D. Crommie)
A world full of numbers
Running through my head
A lifetime of wonders
In the words that we said
In the age of information
Watch your step, the message is plain
Things will never be the same again
Stay close to the heart, a moving part
Make each moment matter, a new start
In the age of information
Don’t let a difference of opinion
Stop the wheels from spinning
We’ll find what we need to know
Heed the silence, let the story grow
In the age of information
Trial and error, sink or swim
Catch yourself from falling in
Heads or tails, tooth and nail
Only believe when all else fails
In the age of information
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Strange World
05:23
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"Strange World" (D. Crommie)
I like to read the recipe
But never eat the cake
I take a lot of chances
When there’s not much at stake
The suit that I wear
Sure looks good on the mannequin
But I just can’t decide
What is the equation
It’s a strange, strange, strange world…
I can’t find your number
On my calculator
Know I’ll find it someday
Sooner or later
These are moving pictures
This is the golden age
It’s too late to read the story
Already turned the page
It’s a strange, strange, strange world…
You know you deserve
All that you get
I know you haven’t seen
The best world yet
So fasten your seat belt
And cllick off the light
Get ready, get set
And hold on tight
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Crack in the Wall
06:08
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"Crack in the Wall" (J. Haggerty)
Black moon rising through
A Hole in the wall
Blood red tears are
Starting to fall
In the dead of the night
A hot wind blows
A dark road leads away
From the sun
The papers tell the story
Of the deeds that are done
And the people believe
But they don’t really know
There are knives at their back
Knives at their back
Dreams are broken by
Promises shared
The man with the plan is
Sure running scared
There is nothing contained
Nowhere to go
With a knife at your back
Knife at your back
There’s nowhere to go
With a knife at your back
A pat on the back with
A handful of lies
Industrial chatter to
Cover the cries
And your eyes grow dim
Blinded by lies
A Hot wind blows through
A crack in the wall
The dreams of the schemers
Are starting crawl
In the dead of the night
And there’s nowhere to go
With a knife in your back
Knife in your back
There’s a crack in the wall
Crack in the wall
There’s a knife in your back
Through the crack in the wall
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"(Is This Song) Danceable?" (D. Crommie)
Tell me
What’s your theory?
Is it just dumb luck?
Why are you
In such a hurry?
Are the bombs flying
And flags at half-mast?
Is there time to philosophize
Or has our shining chance passed?
Is this song danceable?
Tell me
What’s your theory?
And the meaning of all this?
Why do all the
Sore feet scurry?
Trying to get from
Here to there?
Faster and faster and
Better and better, oh tell me?
Is this song danceable?
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9. |
Brutal Beat (live)
08:46
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"Blunt Instruments" (D. Crommie)
This is the brutal beat
The pulse of urban beauty
We play with voodoo sticks
And talk with electricity
You can take my breath away
But you can’t have my mind
A world of syncopated secrets
Home of scheduled time
Survival is the key
In a world where
Love can be a demolition derby
This is the brutal beat
We’ve been through all the hoops
Playing with blunt instruments
Like industrial-military troops
You can hold my frozen breath
While I take my daily poison
As we leave the animal cages
For lands of shattered reason
Survival is the key
In a world where
Love can be a demolition derby
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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:
A Reference In Time
by Jon Davis Miller
Jon is a superb guitarist and a swell guy who has played on a few New Weave albums. Check him out!
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