Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Saturnalia Trio "Of Mosaic & Muse" lyrics

 
Song for Guillaume (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 (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 (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 (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 (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, January 7, 2016

Group Du Jour "Down to the Wire" lyrics


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…

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

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

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

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

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

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…


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

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

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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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

DC Sound Collective "A Memory of Errors" lyrics



Anything You Want (Crommie)

You can have
Anything you want
Don’t let them
Say you can’t
Pile it high
Take another bite
Eat your fill
Go for the kill
Each shiny color
And deluxe model
Is yours for the taking
Grab it now!

This is your big chance
This is your big chance
This is your big chance
This is your big chance

Money changes hands
At face value
Poetry you read
Between the lines
Everybody says
What everybody says
Everybody says
Somebody else
Said before

Drifting Away (Crommie)
Once our hearts were strong
That was yesterday
One thing is sure
We’re drifting away
Springtime promises
Gifts of lilac sprays
Midsummer rendezvous
In wintery decay

What went wrong?
No harmony in our song

Two souls spinning in
The spider web of fate
Sleepless dreaming
Just drifting away
We came into the circle
Full of youth & zeal
Now scattered like seeds
In long-fallow fields

We live for hope
Yet cruel fate has spoke

In poetic desperation
We arrive at this place
Where did the magic hide
Has it drifted away?
Since the chapter hasn’t closed
There must be more to say
Sadly, the words keep
Drifting away

The Laughing Man (Crommie)
Here comes the laughing man
Strolling down the street
Shaking his head
From side to side
And shuffling his feet
The laughing man

Laughing man isn’t happy
Laughing man isn’t sad
Laughing man might not know
What rolls inside his head
That’s what he said

Molecular (Crommie)
This love molecular
A love supreme
So spectacular
Is this a dream?

Your heart is beating fast
Your face afire
Trembling fingers touch
The flesh of my desire
There is no beginning
There is no end
The message we receive
Our spirits send

Your heart is beating fast
Your face afire
Trembling fingers touch
The flesh of my desire

This love molecular
This love supreme
So spectacular
Is this a dream?


In Lucid Moments (Hardenbrook)
In Lucid Moments, I recall the dream.
It was everything.
It was real to me
like everything
that you did.

In Lucid Moments, when I have that dream
and you are here with me.

I see another way.
Another way, to live.

In Lucid Moments, Far from here.
Asleep and dreaming, in the atmosphere

It was real to me
like everything
that you did.

In Lucid Moments, when I have that dream
and you are here with me.


Little Gods (Crommie)
Look around
Little gods everywhere
God of flame, god of sea
God of bird, god of bear
God of mirth, god of war

Ursa major, ursa minor
Kneel & pray, kneel & pray

You may have one big god
Mine are manyfold
Goddesses inside of you
A little god inside of me
Gods to keep you warm
Gods to keep you cold
Miniature, caricature
In its image each our own

Shiva shiva kundalini
Garden gnome, garden gnome



Paper Trail (Crommie)
Winter dropped the iron curtain
Sun disappeared in a ball of flames

Caught in the graceless descent
A memory of errors, the ship has sailed

We left a paper trail, a paper trail

No time for regrets, we’ve had our time
I swear we’ll find our way home

A Mind Full of Mirrors (Crommie)
People say I possess
A mind full of mirrors
But the truth of the matter
Mine’s a comedy of errors

Could be Lex Luther
Might be Superman
Could be chopping down a mountain
Or just digging myself a hole

People say I might be the man
The man who knew too much
When I enter fantasy land
I say I have the midas touch

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Daniel Crommie in 2011.

Daniel Crommie in 2014.

Daniel Crommie in 2013.

Daniel Crommie in 2014.

Daniel Crommie in 1991.

Group Du Jour in 1987 L-R: Paul Parker, Bo Parker, Daniel Crommie.

Group Du Jour in 2008.

Group Du Jour in 2002.

Group Du Jour in 1984.

Group Du Jour in 1983.

Saturnalia Trio in 2004. L-R: Lauren McKenzie, Daniel Crommie, Paul Evans.

Saturnalia Trio in 2008. L-R: Daniel Crommie, Leslie Gray, Paul Evans, Tracey Brown.

Saturnalia Trio Quartet in 2002. L-R: Leslie Gray, Paul Evans, Daniel Crommie, Elizabeth Nicholson.

Saturnalia Trio in 1997. L-R: Daniel Crommie, Leslie Gray, Jamie Haggerty.

Saturnalia Trio in 2015. L-R: Daniel Crommie, Michael Treadwell, Leslie Gray.