A collection of past Thomas Crystal works.  More can be found at http://thomascrystal.bandcamp.com

The Main Line

French Noise Piece

I wrote a song about America.  Who knew?

Words and Music by Thomas Crystal
Recorded in the Derivative Room, Collingswood, NJ

Lyrics:
secrets and thighs
are enough to keep us up at night
nothing left to lose
except you

it's a wild ride
go faster

love and fate
the sirens we try to escape
then everything around you fades
like a month without a season
the Apple that you're peeling

it's a wild ride
go faster


Standard American

Parkways is a new EP by Thomas Crystal.  Please enjoy responsibly.

Barrier Islands

Aftermath (You Moved Too Fast)

High Tide

The Devil Was Born On Second Chances

Route 17

Parkways is a new EP by Thomas Crystal. It is a "concept" album and was written about life and times around Philadelphia and the Jersey shore. Please enjoy responsibly.

Long Way To Go

Here is a little cover I did of The Weeknd's "I Can't Feel My Face"

Can't Feel My Face (The Weeknd Cover)

Democracy is the first single from the upcoming vaguely-politically inspired EP by Thomas Crystal.

The new EP entitled Delegates will be available May 2016.

Lyrics:

through the comedies
and the tragedies
is the world we seek 
born on Odyssey

close your eyes and dream

by the olive lights
the olympic fights
live the callous girls
with songs like pearls

close your eyes and dream

Democracy?

From the Thomas Crystal home demo collection.  Enjoy

Lyrics:
growing up alone
California's a second home
barely above the ground
making pennies for every pound

tonight we're going about this wrong

thought I paved my way
in a place where dreams are made
yet I'm hiding out
like a fault you can't live without

tonight, we're going about this wrong
tonight, we're going about this wrong
tonight, we're singing the same songs
tonight, we're going about this wrong

California's A Second Home

Thomas Crystal

The Great Wall of America

Something old, something new, something borrowed, and nothing blue.

The Empire Years

Hiding Spots

Tender Years

Empire States

growing up alone 
California's a second home 
barely above the ground 
making pennies for every pound 

tonight, we're going about this wrong 
tonight, we're going about this wrong 

thought I'd pave my way 
in a place where dreams are made 
yet I'm hiding out 
like a fault you can't live without 

tonight, we're going about this wrong 
tonight, we're going about this wrong 
tonight, we're singing the same songs 
tonight, we're going about this wrong

Swells

California's a Second Home (Let it Be)

nobody knows 
where the secrets go 
but i'll show you who knows 

nobody cares 
what's in the air 
but I care about you 
but I care, it's true 

angels in the fold

Teen Mall Culture

is it wrong 
to move on 
to Tehran 
or Hong Kong 
where the air 
is hand drawn 
like the scripts 
that go on and on and on and on... 

is it right 
to stand by 
while the world 
is in flight 
like a puzzle 
that's too fine 
while the mothers say 
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye 

release me 
release me 
don't tease me

passing out rhymes to make the weekend 
barrier islands and older friends 
seven nights to prove you mean it 
it always catches up 
in the end 

hard luck 
it took some hard luck 
it took some hard luck 
to find the bottom 

part time lovers in the deep end 
they warned us all to look for the risk 
we risked it all for the feeling 
the summer was our glass ceiling 
one by one we joined the trance 

hard luck 
it took some hard luck 
it took some hard luck 
to find the bottom 

time marches on when you're watching 
time marches on when you're not looking

Hard Luck

Brooklyn nights 
roof deckin' 
Union Pool, the McCarren 
going broke 
just trying to fit in 

feeling lost 
side steppin' 
took the G in the wrong direction 
in a place where they know perfection 
the East River's got its own collection 

sky line views from the cracks in the roof 
bills are due 
shares were lost in the move 
the cities gonna clean you off 
and hang you out to dry 
now your trust funds all dried up 
your parents won't ask why 

everybody knows about the city 
all the glitter and gold 
everyone in town just feels so pretty 
when the future's on hold

East River, Part 2

I know what my heart is for 
memories that burn and hum 
it feels so good inside me 
an unexploded bomb 

it feels so good beside you 
it feels so good when we're wrong 
wrapped up in your melodies 
paperweights and hopalongs 

castaways are glamorized 
memories that come alive 
who knows where we'll sleep tonight 
just you and I 
you and I 

it feels so good beside you 
it feels so good when we're wrong 
wrapped up in your melodies 
paperweights and hopalongs 

it's just you and I

Tunnel Visions

fantisize 
let it take you away 
like cassettes 
flip us over, press play 
let's retire 
before we're older 
and under played 
this is torture, and not our fate 

we might as well be lost in love 
we might as well be lost in love 

heading west 
with our arms out the door 
coalesced 
looking for what is ours 
all is pure 
running valleys in monochrome 
you're all I need to feel at home 

we might as well be lost in love 
we might as well be lost in love

Lost in Love

what a time to be alive 
we can make it if we try 
what a time to be alive 

you can take it as it comes 
you can fake it till it goes 
like a phone without a hand 
or a cop without a note 

what a time to be alive 
we can make it if we try 
what a time to be alive 

our words will all live on 
in zeros and in ones 
electrostatic scars 
our wounds have come undone 

what a time to be alive 
we can make it if we try 
what a time to be alive

What a Time to Be Alive

Thomas Crystal is a musician from Philadelphia by way of Sweden by way of the Florida Keys. This is a place for solo material.  Please enjoy  please.

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