Monday, June 10, 2013

Saturnalia Trio "Of Mosaic & Muse" lyrics


Song for Guillaume (D. Crommie)

It’s almost autumn of the year
It is almost autumn of the year
Summer is nearly gone
And what was once so near to me
I can only admire from afar
I can only admire from afar

Let me feel the heart of
The land beating strong
For when the grey winter comes
And my garden falls asleep
I’ll write this poem of growing love
And I’ll sing this song

As seas of growing grasses
Waving in late august heat
Revere the changing winds
And Indian summers rhapsodize
Of our growing love, I’ll write this poem
To our growing love I’ll sing this song

Summer Dresses (D. Crommie)

In the cool of the evening
After dizzy heat of day
Summer dresses – fields of color
Along country lanes they sway

Caught in the bustle and rush
Leave the hustle of the fray
Summer dresses – fields of color
Down busy streets a-sway

Autumn dresses in fiery fleece
Winter coated in solemn grey
Spring dressed in new green satin
Summer gowns florid cotton sway

I’m fat and I am happy
Breast-fed watercolor dusk
Motherland of motherlands
My eyes satisfied thus

In the cool of the evening
After dizzy heat of day
Summer dresses – fields of color
Along country lanes they sway

Autumn dresses in fiery fleece
Winter coated in solemn grey
Spring dressed in new green satin
Summer gowns florid cotton sway

Preston Cottage (D. Crommie)

Let’s make haste to Preston cottage
Take my hand, we’ll walk the road
Last we met cherries were in bloom
Now sun is high, they’re laden with fruit

After tea we’ll tour the garden
And it’s so good to see you again
Flicker & lilac in whispering zephyr
Woven together on a filigreed page

You’ve lived alone simply, so content
Tending the roses, minding the mint
I’ll remember you when sun is low
Shadows long, with pen in hand

Let’s make haste to Preston water
Take my hand down the dusty road
Tonight we’ll gaze at starry heavens
Bible & candle in moon-lit sky

When Your World Comes Tumbling Down (D. Crommie)

Where will you sleep
When you can’t stop to rest
And who will break your fall
As you stumble from the crest

When your world comes tumbling down

Where will you flee to
When blind injustice calls
And where will you hide this time
When your team is backed against the wall

When your world comes tumbling down

Who will you finger
When plans don’t go as planned
And just who will you attack
When your foes have all been damned

When your world comes tumbling down

Did you remember the ones
Who never had far to fall
And forget the faces of players
Who never had the ball

When your world comes tumbling down



Cobwebs (D. Crommie)

Hello again my friend
I’ve come again to take your memories
Quietly to hallowed Hades
Cobwebs stretching cell to cell
Occupy your personal hell

One look inside reveals
Years of woeful neglect
Grimace as all your thoughts collect
Cobwebs stretch from side to side
Reveal the sum of all you hide

Farewell life, farewell
Adieu to what once was
Crows circle over us
Cobwebs reach up to the sky
And spirited away we’ll fly



Thursday, June 6, 2013


Living in the Dark Ages (lyrics: Daniel Crommie)

Living in the dark ages
Living in the dark ages
Gilded cage, golden age
Outrage on the front page
Last time the pieces almost fit

They tell you and tell you
Go play in your own sandbox
I can almost sense the spirit
Of some familiar stranger
Creep aloft

Living in the dark ages…

The polar caps are melting
There are plenty of cubes
In the icebox
See us drilling in the desert
Won’t be a drop to spare
Then we’ll squeeze the rocks

Living in the dark ages…

Lost marbles lunatics languid
Muted outlines in atomic afterglow
Heroes in flames are falling
Still another generation
Rewinds the show

Living in the dark ages…

There’s life in the industrial park
With styrofoam stones
And aluminum birds
With a glass in our hand
Let us toast to those days
When money was cheaper than words

Living in the dark ages
Living in the dark ages
Gilded cage, golden age
Outrage on the front page
Last time the pieces almost fit




Saturday, March 23, 2013

Group Du Jour "Forgotten Colors" lyrics


When the Moon Turns Blue (Crommie)
Helicopters overhead
Shake my house
Make the next-door dogs bark
But they don’t rattle me as much
As you make me aroused

I’ll be waiting for you
When the moon turns blue
Until then I’m hunting you down
Crawling on the ground again

‘Tis a modest betrayal
To play the exile
To flee instead of
Facing the fire
You’ll go on trial someday

You’re wearing your shiny new
High-heeled shoes
But in the final analysis
I get to do the dirty work
Working class boots

I’ll be waiting for you…


Playing With the Fire (P. Parker)
Playing with the fire
Your eyes of ice
Focus with greed
On death’s device
Making the chess moves
Risking the pawns
Play with fires
Of hell’s megatons

Spinning the big wheel
Throwing the dice
Pulling the handle
And risking all life
Raising the odds now
Backing the bet
With lives of the future
That haven’t lived yet

Playing with the fire
Your hand on the phone
Play with the fires
Of lives not your own
Play with the fire
Your eyes of ice
Focus with greed
On death’s device

The Ascent of Heavenly Bodies (Crommie)
The distance between me and you
Can’t be so far to travel
I must find out
I must find out more
There are not any straight lines
Between me and you
Just circles and arcs
The possibilities seem endless

See the bodies moving closer
Feel the waves of heat
That draw the spheres
Toward each other
Don’t hold still, we are fragile flowers
That only briefly bloom
Faces awash with forgotten color
The ascent of heavenly bodies

We are worlds in collision
Holding hands palm to palm
Breaking hold and spiraling back
To back to back to back we face away
Running for cover I face forward
The sky is moving, sweeping me along
The moment is current
The current is taking me
The pull is strong

Dissatisfied (Crommie)
They go so fast
Yet move too slow 
They never really last
Till the end of the show
Just when it seems
Things are on an even keel
A hole in the road
Makes the broken wheel
Dissatisfied

It’s all so large
That I seem too small
How far will I dig
Before I’m through the wall
Dragged along the current
The swollen current racing
Unable to kick my feet to
Slow acceleration
Dissatisfied

Deep inside – dissatisfied
Cannot send, cannot receive
Too bright, too cold, too hot
Too loud
Deep inside – dissatisfied
Cannot send, cannot receive

Music in the Night (Crommie)
In the back of my mind
On the tip of my tongue
I hear music in the night
Music in the night
You are the answer
That I will never question
For my secret obsession
Never question again

I am hot on the heels
Summer crickets in the field
I hear music in the night
Music in the night

Wearing of my charms
Catch your passion in my arms
For my sacred obsession
Catch your passion again
We’ll walk the road
With shadows growing longer
Absence and distance
Making hearts grow stronger

Dance Into the Light (P. Parker)
Touched again by time
The dust slowly stirs
And raises from the dark
To light
To dance again

Dance into the light
Embracing life
And live your day

Ashes settle
Down upon the earth
To fallow lie
To wait for life
To call to life
That which did die

Dance into the light…

Heaven is the Real World (Crommie)
She’s underwater
And her eyes are still open
When she talks she is
Outside the realm of dreams
She’s running fast now
And the wind cannot catch up
She walks like she just
Stepped off the ballroom floor

Bathed in color
Beneath starlight
Heaven is the real world

She doesn’t have a thing to say
Never stops to say a word
Sleeps in the pouring rain
All covered in roses of red
Creeps on her hands and knees
Flies through the moonlight
With her ear to the ground
Heaven is the real world

Building a Fire (Crommie)
Nervous laughter
Muffled screams
It’s been lonely here
In my waking dream
Daybreak and heartbreak
Has shattered my hopes
Something tiny tells me
At the end of my rope

Building a fire

Questions, arguments
Written on walls
I have a pain in my neck
Needle stuck in your doll
Everybody’s talking about
Building the fire
No one is listening
Self-imposed exile

Building a fire

Force the Door (Crommie)
Force the door open
Prying with the fingers
Wedged between cracks
Start to move slowly
Put my foot through
Something holding on
Hands begin to slip
Never giving up
Put my leg through
Chin against the lock
Pushing very hard
Someone shouting “NO!”
Pop my head through
Take a look around

Can’t understand
Why they do this to me
Don’t they know that
I was meant to go

Try my luck again
Bolted it shut
Threw the key away
Using my fist
Knocking politely
Footsteps approach
Part way open
Rattling the chain
Eyes peeping past
Ask identification
Can’t remember my name
Mumble a prayer
Catching my breath
Shouting aloud

Can’t understand…

Still Standing (Crommie)
I know what’s good for me
If I’m good for you
Go ahead and twist my arm
I’ll give you a clue
Cut the strings
And I’m still standing
Next to you

Can’t erase mistakes
Only mend the wound
It comes back around
Lessons learned from truth
Cut the strings
And I’m still standing
Next to you

The first exposure
I offered no resistence
Each taste is the essence
I was born to live with
Cut the strings…


Place to Hide (Crommie)

Air is getting heavy
I can hardly breathe
Distant drums are beating
Birds fall from the trees
I need somewhere to hide
Promise not to tell
Need somewhere to hide
There’s no place like hell

Meet me at midnight
Just outside of town
Where oil fields burn
And dogs run wild
In electrical storms
In industrial parks
Psycological reasons
Psychological reasons

I need somewhere to hide
Promise not to tell
Somewhere to hide
There’s no place like hell

Say What You Mean (Crommie)
I’m trying hard to enjoy the pain
Say what you mean what you say
Disregard the cause – crucify effect
Say what you mean what you say
Something went wrong, but I’ll pay the price
Say what you mean what you say
There’s no competition for affection here
Say what you mean what you say

Love your intimidating charm
Flash on red eyes
Say you won’t do any harm
Overwhelm me real nice
Grab me by the neck
Twist my naïve arm
Make me love the act
Even if it’s luke warm

Your face turns to lizard
Mine’s gorilla or snake
No more subtlety this time out
Not a hair out of place
I imagine my photo
Right next to your dart board
But I just can’t wait for patience
Guess I’ll just lose the race

Man of the Hour (Crommie)
Give me something simple
I can understand
No more beating around the bush
This time I’m giving it to you straight
The man of the hour

It’s a job of danger and intrigue
Take cheap shots at others
In the league
Someday the tide will turn
Turn the other way
Then what condescension
Will you relay
Champion of mediocrity
The Man of the hour

Behind the scenes there’s another story
Twisted words that turn the sweet to sour
The man of the hour
You have such a picture-perfect
Reputation
Built on the collapsing scaffolds
Of deception
The man of the hour


Daniel Crommie "Shadowgraph" lyrics


Small World
The sleeping giant awoke
When the fence he straddled broke
Now it’s a small world
You may think the grass looks greener
Or the sky a deeper blue
But it’s still the same
We’re in a small world

A friend of a friend
Says she knows you very well
Well, it’s a small world
We may not see eye to eye
Or share the same point of view
Might as well be the same
We’re in a small world

Time to tear down the walls
The border towns have disappeared
Seasons come around, come around
Anybody who is anybody
Knows that we are everyone
Inside a small world
Inside a small world

Fear of Negative
Empty hours, warning shot acid showers
Black-face power lines wrapped in English ivy
Burned umbra viscous 3-D moon beam
Stained hands, snipped shrubs, crew-cut
Urbanite intrigue

How could you forget
It wasn’t only my undoing, friend
Laughing off the cuff at these mistakes
About to take – as of late

Make a shadow to smash this ceiling
Broken glass welcome mat, snake-skin mask
Twenty time goodbye in two minutes flat
Hollow gourd heart, vacant end full start
Overflowed river trance, feverish cold showere
Fear of negative

Yes, came here from out of nowhere
For the connection, lover
No expiration date ever set
As of yet – no regret

Moon Circle
Her face is ever-changing
And she’s moving with the tide
Moon continues circling
Never shows its’ dark side

She listens to me dream
I watch her from above
Her voice is my picture book
Our moon sings the song of love

I want to find a path
That leads to home
Through the countryside
Beneath a crescent moon
I want to learn the names
Of distant stars
With chart and compass
That points true north

The May Day
Where have you been
All these long bleak months?
When you have come back
From your winter shelter
Away from the blast
Of bitter wind
Will you be ready for the hunt
In the days that lie ahead?

Follow me down
To the grove of river trees
And recall the darkened moon

We could whistle
The fish from out of water
Or birds from
High in the sky
Make willows weep
At the sound of our song
When the calendar turns
To the May day dawn

Follow me down
To the ring of standing stones
And recall the darkened moon

Hall of Fame
I was talking to myself
On the way to the car
How they scuff chewing gum
On my solid gold star
I’m a wound-up spring
About to snap
And break into a thousand pices
Scattered in your lap

I’m a crack in the mirror
In the hall of fame…

Bad imitators banging
Cheap guitars
Climb the ninety-nine
Flights of stairs to the stars
But how do they know
That I’m really not dead
I need adulation like
A hole in the head

I’m just a smashed glass
In the hall of fame…

I tried to astound you
In glaring lights glow
Gave it my best shot
Went on with the show
Got blinded by spotlights
And broke a leg
Now I feel like a chicken
Should have never left the egg

I’m a smashed glass
In the hall of fame…

I Want to Know
I need to know
Which way is up
Question the answer
If I can’t find the truth
I want to know
Just where I stand
Help me when I find
I can’t see the ground
I want to know
What I can’t believe
I need to know
That you won’t deceive me
I want to trust
That we share this need
We’ll prepare the garden
Together plant the seed
I want to know

I need to know
The direction home
Point the way
Between right and wrong
I want to know
Perspectives new and old
Compassion to accept
Those weak and strong
I wan’t to know
What I can’t believe
I need a love
That wants to receive
I want to trust
That we share this need
To prepare the garden
Together plant the seed
I want to know

The Night is Black (Susan Burmeister)
The night is black
And I feel blacker
Days and nights roll on
Newness
Sameness
Hearts crushing
Little gasps
Slit by an open scream
From time to time

The night is black
And I feel blacker
Seasons come and go
Newness
Sameness
Memories aching
Tender things
She used to whisper
When I was afraid

The night is black
And I feel blacker
Years have passed
Newness
Sameness
Silence humming
All alone
With blackened pain
In this dark world


Lyrics from DC Sound Collective "Rotation"


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


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

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

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

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?