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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