old friend_gugun blues shelter

verse
If it was all an act, we were actor and actress
taking tiny toy guns out for target practice
blanks in the chamber go boom when finally fired
If it was all a scene, these costumes convinced
now they're in wardrobe, ain't been seen since
oh, beg me not to blame you for the way you're wired

chorus
If I'm missing you,
it's not because my aim is low 
If I'm missing you, 
it's because I'm letting us go
You're dead to me, but I'm not haunted
just so you know this ain't a goodbye kiss
so much as one of us might've wanted 
with me it'll never be hit or miss

verse
If it was all a role, well, bless your heart and soul
quiet on the set, cue every line you remembered to forget
high-caliber punch-ups delivered as part of the plot
don't mind me darling I'll be sitting over there
with my name on the back of my chair
glass in my hand raised in the air for the martini shot

chorus
If I'm missing you,
it's not because my aim is high 
If I'm missing you
it's only because I'm saying goodbye
You're only dead to me, I'm not haunted
just so you know this ain't a goodbye kiss
so much as one of us might've wanted 
with me it'll never be hit or miss

bridge
Every time you tried to land a heavy hand on me
those pads and cushions helped with the pushing
They built in the distance now widening between
no more soothing or hushing your panting and rushing
Seeing you is my last hope at the other end of my scope
You got caught slippin', now you're fading out of frame
what a shame

Hit Or Miss

Electronic music suggested by the 1967 children's sf novel "Stranger from the Depths" by Gerry Turner.

The Statuette

I’m back. (I think?)

It’s been awhile. At least, it’s been awhile since I published anything *real*. It’s been even longer since I composed anything new. (“Be Leaves in Winter, Be Leaves in Summer, Be Leaves” was actually completed about two years ago, despite being published early last year.) 

I started this one less than two weeks ago and basically completed it across a handful of days in-between.

And while the title is tongue-in-cheek, but the sentiment is real. You might even say this score is autobiographical.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it.

Acknowledgments on Flat @ https://flat.io/score/661a93c0a67a4d885510a68c

Twenty-Twenty-Four

Return of the King

The world’s population is ruled by a social credit system called "The Julia System". It impacts everything from what travel systems you can use, what music you can listen to, even where you can buy groceries. A low score is very difficult to recover from just as a high score takes work to maintain so neither is a final determination of one’s fate. Unable to sustain the growing global population, this social credit system was put in place by the Earth Governing Organization and adopted by every governing society on the planet. But something has gone wrong. The Julia System has been compromised by a nexus of evil that is intent on destroying the rest of civilization and is led by a Russian man named Ferlinger. The story arch will follow the actions of the resistance. Led by Mr. Trout (the boss), Ms. Mays (a strategic spy), Candy Bigwood a mechanical genius, last but not least,  Sol and Dee-Rob the two ultimate saviors of the planet and its habitants by entering into the belly of the beast and destroying the system of oppression, restoring wonder back to the world.

Scholes of Control Volume 1

Echoes of Control Volume 1

Echoes Of The Fallen

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Jeremy Goody at Megasonic Sound. Dan Brodnitz on grand piano, Javier Navarrette on percussion, Christian Crumlish on vocals.

Down to the Mountain
© 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds Music

I don’t want to go down to the mountain
I don’t want to go up to the sea
I don’t want majestic splendor
I surrender, I surrender!
I just want the world to let me be

Let me be
Set me free
Let me be me (oh, please, please)
Please set me free

I don’t really need to know whodunnit
Don’t tell me all your secrets, talking crow!
Some puzzles don’t have no solution
Worryin’s just mind pollution
I don’t need the world to let me know

I don’t want to sail down to the mountain
I don’t want to fly up to the seas
I don’t want to dive above the sky
I wonder why I wonder, I
Just want to watch the world in peace


Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Down to the Mountain

Down to the Mountain - rough mix 2 - work in progress

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans, co-produced and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Megasonic Sound. 

Personnel:
David Gans - guitars
Dan Brodnitz - keyboards
John Hanes - drums
Jeremy Goody - bass
Christian Crumlish - vocals and ukulele

Carnegie Hill
© 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds

Ice cream scoop burgers at the Jackson Hole
“We will rock you,” cigarettes and Skoal
Snuck out of school to Blacker & Kooby
Then we went to Burger King to buy a trey-bag doobie

Bricks in the planters made you fall on your ass
Yes I knew Robert Chambers (he was not in our class)
Huddled on a bench in the park after dinner
Up on Carnegie Hill to smoke the trey-bag pinner

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, up on Carnegie Hill

Walking home up Madison, daydreams in the air
Suddenly Ty Sullivan and Randy standing there
When you’re not feeling safe, duck into Blacker & Kooby
Or pack up your troubles in a dirt-weed doobie, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, but I still miss Carnegie Hill

Hurricanes from Pedro’s where they never carded
They didn’t care if you were a minor
“The head of our complaint department’s Helen Waite”
And “Tipping’s not a city in China”

Shoestring fries at the Jackson Hole
PLJ playing… Billy Joel
They moved that old store. It wasn’t the point
And I never felt a thing from that pre-rolled joint, on

Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, on Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-o-o, Carnegie Hill-o-o, up on Carnegie Hill-o
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill, nobody called it Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill, Carnegie Hill but I still miss Carnegie Hill
Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill-heyey, Carnegie Hill hey
Nobody called it Carnegie Hill but I really miss Carnegie Hill

Words by Christian Crumlish. 
Music by Christian Crumlish and Michael Beavers.

Carnegie Hill - rough mix 3 - work in progress

Here's the track form Wriggle out the Restless with drums on

Waterproof (drums version)

أنا اتوب عن حبك أنا ؟! 
أنا لي ف بعدك هنا ؟! 
دنا بترجاك
الله يجازيك
يا شاغلني معاك
وشاغلني عليك
وان غبت سنة
أنا برضه أنا
لا اقدر أنساك
ولا لي غنا
ولا أتوب 
عن حبك أنا
زي ما يحلالك
زي هواك
سهرني عليك
سهرني معاك
دنا عمري ما اخاف من هجرك يوم
ولا قلبي بيفرح ونا وياك
وان كان أمل العشاق القرب
وأنا أملي ف حبك
هو الحب
وان غبت سنه
أنا برضه أنا
لا اقدر أنساك
ولا لي غنا
ولا اتوب عن حبك انا
أنا لا اتمنيت
ولا قلت يا ريت
ولا بعدك عني
جعلني سليت
دنا كل منايا أدوق اللوم
ويقولوا علي الناس حبيت
وان كان أمل العشاق القرب
وأنا أملي ف حبك
هو الحب
وان غبت سنه
أنا برضه أنا
لا أقدر أنساك
ولا لي غنا
ولا اتوب عن حبك أنا
تخاصمني كتير
نصالحني كتير
كل دا يا حبيبي ما لوش تأثير
توصلني سنين
تهجرني سنين
ما تغيرنيش
دنا حبي كبير
وان كان أمل العشاق القرب
أنا أملي في حبك
هو الحب
وان غبت سنه
أنا برضه أنا
لا اقدر انساك
ولا لي غنا
ولا اتوب
عن حبك أنا

Carnegie Hill - rough mix 3 - work in progress

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