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Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Album release party for NO ONE DOES IT SOLO ONLY (layersofmeta.com)

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound studio. Personnel: Christian Crumlish on ukulele and vocals David Gans on guitar and vocals Robert Wade on bass Javier Navarrette on congas and shaker Giving Zoo Wolves Lessons in Music © 2022 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Phonograph emits melodies at night Some of the howlers imitate it Giving zoo wolves lessons in music The lions and the tigers, and perhaps the camel May be taught to change their vocal methods (Three notes in a scale) (A scientist's dream) The first wolves howled a certain way The call of the wolf is little changed to-day Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and engineered and co-produced by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: Robert Wade on guitar and backing vocals Bill Cassel on bass and backing vocals Dan Brodnitz on keyboard and backing vocals John Hanes on drums Christian Crumlish on lead vocals and ukulele Some Other Time © 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds Music News is fake and the world is flat And a junky's in the alley with a baseball bat Skies collide and the seas convulse In simple duple meter with a half-note pulse Some of the time, some of the space Some other day for the human race Face the future with an open mind Let’s give it up for humankind “If you blinked you missed it” that’s some idle talk Till you hear the tolling of your inner clock Tick tock When the time is ripe we may be back again But I ain’t so sure that I could tell you when Some other time, some other space Some other way for the whole damn place Dare to leave the past behind Let’s pour one out for mankind Some of the time, some of the space Some other day for the human race Face the future with an open mind Let’s give it up for humankind Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans, co-produced and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: David Gans on guitars and vocals Dan Brodnitz on keyboards John Hanes on drums Jeremy Goody on bass Lorna Kollmeyer on vocals Christian Crumlish on 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

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Jeremy at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: David Gans on guitar Robert Wade on bass Joe Craven on mandolin Lorna Kollmeyer on vocals Christian Crumlish on vocals and electric and acoustic ukuleles Sham Song (Chanson) © 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Well, I found a shamrock But I was looking for a real rock And I got shampoo Because I couldn’t find real poo So I wrote a sham song Before I ever wrote a real song And you can sing along Because it doesn’t go real long Yes, I drink champagne Because I never feel real pain And I use a chamois Because I couldn’t find the real me Now I need a shanty ’Cause I’ve run out of real tea Won’t you sing one to me? (And now I’m talking ’bout the real me) So I wrote a sham song Before I ever wrote a real song And you can all sing along Because it doesn’t go real long Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered and mixed by Goody, at Goody Sound. Personnel: Christian Crumlish: vocals and electric ukulele David Gans: acoustic guitar Robert Wade: acoustic guitar Myles Boisen: pedal steel guitar Joe Kyle, Jr.: upright bass Joe Craven: percussion The Ghost Door © 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds I’ll go ahead and close the ghost door I’ll go ahead and close the ghost door You didn’t get it from the wind He didn’t get it from the wind I’ll go along and play the game more I’ll go along and play the game some more You didn’t hear it from me You still don’t get it, you see I’ll have the time in life I asked for I’ll have the time and life I asked for They didn’t hand it to me I didn’t get all this for free You’ll know it’s time to close the ghost door You’ll know when it’s time to close the ghost door And when it opens up again Uh, that’s just me a-coming in Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered and mixed by Jeremy at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: Jeremy Goody: bass Joe Craven: fiddle and percussion (mouth hat and equipment case) Christian Crumlish: ukuleles and vocals Memory Lane © 2024 At Swim-Two-Birds Out on a jaunt Seeing the hindsights Frequenting haunts We spent divine nights Feeling the joy and the pain It's memory lane Stop at the light Don't ask directions You know the way You lost her affections Singing the same refrain Down memory lane You know the concierge Of that auberge Still gave me a stare And that hotel room Ain't seem a broom Since we were both there Deep in the country Breathing the clean air Sharing a Winston We made a fine pair Scrubbing that old wine stain Off memory lane A thousand reflections Pass on the highway Painful dissections Of what we could not say. Bumper to bumper again It's memory lane Words by Peter K. Hirsch Music by Christian Crumlish Arranged by Christian Crumlish and Bill Cassel

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and engineered and co-produced by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: Robert Wade on guitar and backing vocals Bill Cassel on bass and backing vocals Dan Brodnitz on keyboard and backing vocals John Hanes on drums Christian Crumlish on lead vocals and ukulele Some Other Time © 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds Music News is fake and the world is flat And a junky's in the alley with a baseball bat Skies collide and the seas convulse In simple duple meter with a half-note pulse Some of the time, some of the space Some other day for the human race Face the future with an open mind Let’s give it up for humankind “If you blinked you missed it” that’s some idle talk Till you hear the tolling of your inner clock Tick tock When the time is ripe we may be back again But I ain’t so sure that I could tell you when Some other time, some other space Some other way for the whole damn place Dare to leave the past behind Let’s pour one out for mankind Some of the time, some of the space Some other day for the human race Face the future with an open mind Let’s give it up for humankind Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody. Recorded, engineered, and mixed by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: Dan Brodnitz on grand piano Javier Navarrette on percussion David Gans on guitar and baritone guitar Myles Boisen on lap steel guitar Joe Craven on fiddle Lorna Kollmeyer on vocals Sarah Gronquist on vocals Amyellyn Kessler on vocals Christian Crumlish on ukulele and vocals Down to the Mountain © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds 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) 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.

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, and engineered and mixed by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: Robert Wade: guitar, backing vocals Dan Brodnitz: organ, backing vocals John Hanes: drums Jeremy Goody: bass David Gans: guitar solo, backing vocals Christian Crumlish: electric ukulele, lead vocals Dirty Ol' Sunshine © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Dirty old sunshine Dirty old rain Dirty old flowers Dirty old pain Dirty old winter Dirty old moon Dirty old sorrow Dirty old tune Dirty old mansion Dirty old sky Dirty old franchise Dirty old lie Dirty old witness Dirty old vow Dirty old daydream Dirty old now Dirty old summer Dirty old clothes Dirty old passion Dirty old Rose Dirty old sundown Dirty old friend Dirty old steam train Dirty old end Words and Music by Christian Crumlish

Produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody.
 Recorded, engineered, and mixed by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel:
 Christian Crumlish on ukulele and lead vocals
 David Gans on acoustic guitar and vocals
 Myles Boisen on pedal steel guitar Javier Navarrette on percussion Joe Kyle, Jr. on upright bass Joe Craven on mandolin The Long Haired Kings
 © 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds Music The long haired kings sing songs of love
 As they turn their eyes to the skies above
 With a grasping hand dividin’ royalties
 The long haired kings forsake all loyalties The long haired kings split up long ago In a sea of treachery and vertigo
 Yes, the long haired kings broke up long ago
 In a web of luxury… and treachery And vertigo And the long haired kings sang songs of sin
 Faced the Pearly Gates with a surly grin
 With a broken oath and a grasping hand
 The long haired kings pissed away the land But the long haired kings broke up long ago
 In a web of treachery and deep sorrow
 Yes, the long haired kings pissed away the band
 With a profane oath… and a grasping hand
 And a grasping hand Then the long haired kings'd sung songs of woe
 Of how the majors took their birthright long ago
 With a willingness to sacrifice their kin
 The long haired kings did their own selves in And the long haired kings faded long ago In a sea of verdigris and indigo
 Yes, the long haired kings pissed away the brand
 With a broken oath… and a grasping hand
 And a grasping hand Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody & engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: David Gans - guitars Robert Wade - bass Javier Navarrette - percussion Lorna Kollmeyer - vocals Christian Crumlish - electric ukulele and vocals All I Know © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds If I were a magician I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d conjure up your future And show it all to you. My magic’s all illusion: Water bottle, plastic flower. All the things that you will make Will unfold in their own hour. All I know is you should know I’m out here looking out for you. Everything you’ve ever wanted Soon will come your way. No one does it solo only. Everyone gets sad and lonely. Don’t forget that out here someone Loves you every day. If I were a time traveler I know just when I’d go. Back to the place I first met you. I’d tell you all I know. But when I built my time machine It turned out to be fake And left me with a craving For your famous pirate cake. If we could both be pirates My eye patch would be cool We’d go right through the book and challenge Each and every rule But I’m no jolly roger Never sailed the seven seas I never went to Narnia Nor met the Pevensies If I were a mixer, You know that I would be A stand mixer, fully charged With electricity. ’Cause you deserve a mixer That’s magical and fine, Sent to you in a time machine From 1959. Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel:
 David Gans on guitars Dan Brodnitz on piano Myles Boisen on pedal steel and lap steel Joe Kyle Jr. on upright bass Joe Craven on mandolin and percussion Christian Crumlish on vocals Moses Took Us to the Water
 © 2022 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Well now, Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Yes when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter Moses took us to the water, yes he did Pharaoh sent us off to catch him (oh yeah) Well, that Pharaoh set us to catch them (uh hmmm) So when Pharaoh sent us off to catch him then we All got drownded when the waves came crashing When Pharaoh sent us off to catch him (yes sir) (first plague) Well, Pharaoh made Ra angry, uh-hm Yes, Pharaoh made Ra angry, yes he did Turned Iteru into blood, fish guts poisoning the flood Somehow Pharaoh made Ra angry, uh-hm (second and third plagues) Well, the river frogs that swarmed were bad enough Yes, the frogs that swarmed up on us were enough Until our bodies teemed with fleas from our heads down past our knees But the river frogs that swarmed were bad enough (fourth and fifth plagues) Then our goats, and pigs were dyin’, uh-hm Cattle, goats and pigs were dyin’, oh no When wild wolves they took their lives, or the pestilential flies And our livestock just kept dying, uh-hmm (sixth and seventh plagues) There was soot that gave us boils, uh-hmm Yes, it gave us painful boils, yes it did Then the lightning, hail and fire only took our suff'rin’ higher When the coal-soot gave us boils, uh-hmm (eighth and ninth plagues) Well, the locusts all descended from the sky Endless locusts kept descending from the sky When the darkness fell for three days straight we shuddered at our curséd fate As the locusts kept descending from the sky (tenth plague) Then I woke up and my firstborn son was gone, uh-hmm Yes, I woke up and I found my son was gone, that’s right Told us Moses was to blame, Pharaoh’s boy died just the same When I woke and my firstborn son was gone Six hundred chariots followed him on down Six hundred o’ the best chariots followed him down Oh, Six hundred chariots followed him down And none came back when we all did drowned And the officers of Kemet all went down Well now, Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Well, when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter Moses took us to the water, yes he did Yes when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter When Moses took us to the water, uh-hmm 'Cause when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter When Moses took us to the water.… Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Preliminary mix produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody. Recorded, engineered, and mixed by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: Christian Crumlish on ukulele, lead vocals Robert Wade on lead and bass guitars, vocals Dan Brodnitz on piano, vocals Joshua Raoul Brody on pipe organ, harpsichord John Hanes on drums David Gans on vocals Saint Lucifer © 2022 At Swim-Two-Birds Music verse 1 I dreamed I saw Saint Lucifer, alive as you and me He offered me a 2x4, sweetened naturally He handed out some anagrams then left without a word A deep sharp silence followed him The loudest ever heard. verse 2 Now, I don’t care for Lucifer. You know that to be true But I don’t care for anyone ’cept me and sometimes you I wish that I had never met that wretched holy man ‘Cause now I’m stuck here in between The good and righteous plan. chorus 1 Oh, Saint Lucifer! Time for you to go Oh, St. Lucifer! We’re canceling your show Oh, St. Lucifer! You done it this time, man Oh, St. Lucifer! Don't come ’round again! verse 3 I dreamed I saw Saint Lucifer along the shoreline drive I offered him a 2x4. He didn’t look alive I handed out some alibis then left without a word A deep loud silence followed me The saddest ever heard chorus 2 Oh, Saint Lucifer! It’s time for you to go Oh, St. Lucifer! Let’s wrap up the show Oh, St. Lucifer! It’s bigger than you, man Oh, St. Lucifer! Never come again! chorus 3 Oh, Saint Lucifer! Time for you to go Oh, St. Lucifer! Finish up your show Oh, St. Lucifer! It’s not about you, man Oh, St. Lucifer… We all doin’ what we can… Don’t come ’round again Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Rough mix, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody. Engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: Dan Brodnitz on grand piano Javier Navarrette on percussion David Gans on guitar and baritone guitar Myles Boisen on lap steel guitar Joe Craven on fiddle Lorna Kollmeyer on vocals Sarah Gronquist on vocals Amyellyn Kessler on vocals Christian Crumlish on ukulele and vocals Down to the Mountain © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds 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) 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.

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody & engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: David Gans - guitars Robert Wade - bass Javier Navarrette - percussion Lorna Kollmeyer - vocals Christian Crumlish - electric ukulele and vocals All I Know © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds If I were a magician I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d conjure up your future And show it all to you. My magic’s all illusion: Water bottle, plastic flower. All the things that you will make Will unfold in their own hour. All I know is you should know I’m out here looking out for you. Everything you’ve ever wanted Soon will come your way. No one does it solo only. Everyone gets sad and lonely. Don’t forget that out here someone Loves you every day. If I were a time traveler I know just when I’d go. Back to the place I first met you. I’d tell you all I know. But when I built my time machine It turned out to be fake And left me with a craving For your famous pirate cake. If we could both be pirates My eye patch would be cool We’d go right through the book and challenge Each and every rule But I’m no jolly roger Never sailed the seven seas I never went to Narnia Nor met the Pevensies If I were a mixer, You know that I would be A stand mixer, fully charged With electricity. ’Cause you deserve a mixer That’s magical and fine, Sent to you in a time machine From 1959. Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Jeremy at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: David Gans on guitar Robert Wade on bass Joe Craven on mandolin Lorna Kollmeyer on vocals Christian Crumlish on vocals and electric and acoustic ukuleles Sham Song (Chanson) © 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Well, I found a shamrock But I was looking for a real rock And I got shampoo Because I couldn’t find real poo So I wrote a sham song Before I ever wrote a real song And you can sing along Because it doesn’t go real long Yes, I drink champagne Because I never feel real pain And I use a chamois Because I couldn’t find the real me Now I need a shanty ’Cause I’ve run out of real tea Won’t you sing one to me? (And now I’m talking ’bout the real me) So I wrote a sham song Before I ever wrote a real song And you can all sing along Because it doesn’t go real long Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Rough mix of basic tracks (produced by David Gans, co-produced and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound). Personnel: David Gans on guitars and vocals Dan Brodnitz on keyboards John Hanes on drums Jeremy Goody on bass Lorna Kollmeyer on vocals Christian Crumlish on 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

Recorded this as a series of reels for tiktok and then spliced them all together: verse 1 (a capella); verse 2 (voice and percussion); verse 3 (Mitchell alto uke); verses 4, 5, and 6 (Gretsch concert uke, played acoustically); verses 7 and 8 (Gretsch again, played through a Fender amp with reverb and delay effects); and verses 9 and 10 (Fluke electric uke, played through same amp with chorus effect and “British” voice)

Had to splice together a few takes to approximate the sound on the record. Still learning to play my own solo!

"The Ghost Door" is one of the last tunes I wrote for the album and in some ways my particular favorite, partly because the subject is emotional for me but also because the song structure is fresher and less clearly modeled on a familiar popular song form than a lot of my earlier songwriting attempts.

The first real song I wrote, coming soon on my new record.

This one is always fun to sing and play but I can't wait to get the gals into the studio to recrod the three-part harmony vocals they've worked out!

This one has gotten real lush for the record and along the way I got rusty on how to play my own part, so I've been practicing again.

Zoo Wolves Luping by Christian Crumlish & co.

Another quick live take, this one of a song with lyrics by Peter K. Hirsch

Playing quick and dirty live (mostly) acoustic (mostly) versions of all the tunes from my upcoming record.

As we get closer to finishing this album I am itching to get the songs back under my hands again on my instruments.

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: David Gans on guitar Robert Wade on bass Joe Craven on mandolin Christian Crumlish on vocals and electric and acoustic ukuleles Sham Song (Chanson) © 2020 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Well, I found a shamrock But I was looking for a real rock And I got shampoo Because I couldn’t find real poo So I wrote a sham song Before I ever wrote a real song And you can sing along Because it doesn’t go real long Yes, I drink champagne Because I never feel real pain And I use a chamois Because I couldn’t find the real me Now I need a shanty ’Cause I’ve run out of real tea Won’t you sing one to me? (And now I’m talking ’bout the real me) So I wrote a sham song Before I ever wrote a real song And you can all sing along Because it doesn’t go real long Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Memory Lane © 2024 At Swim-Two-Birds Words by Peter K. Hirsch Music by Christian Crumlish Arranged by Christian Crumlish and Bill Cassel Produced by David Gans. Engineered and co-produced by Jeremy Goody. Personnel: Jeremy Goody: bass Joe Craven: fiddle and percussion Christian Crumlish: ukuleles and vocals

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Christian Crumlish: vocals and electric ukulele David Gans: acoustic guitar Robert Wade: acoustic guitar Myles Boisen: pedal steel guitar Joe Kyle, Jr.: upright bass Joe Craven: percussion The Ghost Door © 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds I’ll go ahead and close the ghost door I’ll go ahead and close the ghost door You didn’t get it from the wind He didn’t get it from the wind I’ll go along and play the game more I’ll go along and play the game some more You didn’t hear it from me You still don’t get it, you see I’ll have the time in life I asked for I’ll have the time and life I asked for They didn’t hand it to me I didn’t get all this for free You’ll know it’s time to close the ghost door You’ll know when it’s time to close the ghost door And when it opens up again Uh, that’s just me a-coming in Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Rough mix, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody. Engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound Studio. Personnel: Dan Brodnitz on grand piano Javier Navarrette on percussion David Gans on guitar and baritone guitar Myles Boisen on lap steel guitar Joe Craven on fiddle Christian Crumlish on ukulele and vocals Down to the Mountain © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds 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) 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.

Produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody.
 Engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel:
Christian Crumlish on ukulele and lead vocals
 David Gans on acoustic guitar and vocals
 Myles Boisen on pedal steel guitar Javier Navarrette on percussion Joe Kyle, Jr. on upright bass Joe Craven on mandolin The Long Haired Kings
© 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds Music The long haired kings sing songs of love
 As they turn their eyes to the skies above
 With a grasping hand dividin’ royalties
 The long haired kings forsake all loyalties The long haired kings split up long ago In a sea of treachery and vertigo
 Yes, the long haired kings broke up long ago
In a web of luxury… and treachery
 And vertigo And the long haired kings sang songs of sin
 Faced the Pearly Gates with a surly grin
 With a broken oath and a grasping hand
 The long haired kings pissed away the land But the long haired kings broke up long ago
 In a web of treachery and deep sorrow
 Yes, the long haired kings pissed away the band
 With a profane oath… and a grasping hand
 And a grasping hand Then the long haired kings'd sung songs of woe
 Of how the majors took their birthright long ago
 With a willingness to sacrifice their kin
 The long haired kings did their own selves in And the long haired kings faded long ago In a sea of verdigris and indigo
 Yes, the long haired kings pissed away the brand
 With a broken oath… and a grasping hand
 And a grasping hand Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel:
 David Gans on guitars Dan Brodnitz on piano Myles Boisen on pedal steel and lap steel Joe Kyle Jr. on upright bass Joe Craven on mandolin and percussion Christian Crumlish on vocals Moses (Took Us to the Water)
 © 2022 At Swim-Two-Birds Music Well now, Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Yes when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter Moses took us to the water, yes he did Pharaoh sent us off to catch him (oh yeah) Well, that Pharaoh set us to catch them (uh hmmm) So when Pharaoh sent us off to catch him then we All got drownded when the waves came crashing When Pharaoh sent us off to catch him (yes sir) (first plague) Well, Pharaoh made Ra angry, uh-hm Yes, Pharaoh made Ra angry, yes he did Turned Iteru into blood, fish guts poisoning the flood Somehow Pharaoh made Ra angry, uh-hm (second and third plagues) Well, the river frogs that swarmed were bad enough Yes, the frogs that swarmed up on us were enough Until our bodies teemed with fleas from our heads down past our knees But the river frogs that swarmed were bad enough (fourth and fifth plagues) Then our goats, and pigs were dyin’, uh-hm Cattle, goats and pigs were dyin’, oh no When wild wolves they took their lives, or the pestilential flies And our livestock just kept dying, uh-hmm (sixth and seventh plagues) There was soot that gave us boils, uh-hmm Yes, it gave us painful boils, yes it did Then the lightning, hail and fire only took our suff'rin’ higher When the coal-soot gave us boils, uh-hmm (eighth and ninth plagues) Well, the locusts all descended from the sky Endless locusts kept descending from the sky When the darkness fell for three days straight we shuddered at our curséd fate As the locusts kept descending from the sky (tenth plague) Then I woke up and my firstborn son was gone, uh-hmm Yes, I woke up and I found my son was gone, that’s right Told us Moses was to blame, Pharaoh’s boy died just the same When I woke and my firstborn son was gone Six hundred chariots followed him on down Six hundred o’ the best chariots followed him down Oh, Six hundred chariots followed him down And none came back when we all did drowned And the officers of Kemet all went down Well now, Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Moses took us to the water (uh hmm) Well, when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter Moses took us to the water, yes he did Yes when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter When Moses took us to the water, uh-hmm 'Cause when Moses took us to the water, it was Like leading lambs to slaughter When Moses took us to the water.… Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Rough mix of basic tracks. Produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: Christian Crumlish - ukulele, lead vocals Robert Wade - lead and bass guitars, vocals Dan Brodnitz - piano, vocals Joshua Raoul Brody - pipe organ, harpsichord John Hanes - drums David Gans - vocals Saint Lucifer © 2022 At Swim-Two-Birds Music verse 1 I dreamed I saw Saint Lucifer, alive as you and me He offered me a 2x4, sweetened naturally He handed out some anagrams then left without a word A deep sharp silence followed him The loudest ever heard. verse 2 Now, I don’t care for Lucifer. You know that to be true But I don’t care for anyone ’cept me and sometimes you I wish that I had never met that wretched holy man ‘Cause now I’m stuck here in between The good and righteous plan. chorus 1 Oh, Saint Lucifer! Time for you to go Oh, St. Lucifer! We’re canceling your show Oh, St. Lucifer! You done it this time, man Oh, St. Lucifer! Don't come ’round again! verse 3 I dreamed I saw Saint Lucifer along the shoreline drive I offered him a 2x4. He didn’t look alive I handed out some alibis then left without a word A deep loud silence followed me The saddest ever heard chorus 2 Oh, Saint Lucifer! It’s time for you to go Oh, St. Lucifer! Let’s wrap up the show Oh, St. Lucifer! It’s bigger than you, man Oh, St. Lucifer! Never come again! chorus 3 Oh, Saint Lucifer! Time for you to go Oh, St. Lucifer! Finish up your show Oh, St. Lucifer! It’s not about you, man Oh, St. Lucifer… We all doin’ what we can… Don’t come ’round again Words and music by Christian Crumlish

Produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody.
 Engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel:
 Christian Crumlish on ukulele and lead vocals
 David Gans on acoustic guitar and vocals
 Javier Navarrette on percussion Myles Boisen on pedal steel guitar Joe Kyle, Jr. on upright bass The Long Haired Kings
 © 2023 At Swim-Two-Birds Music The long haired kings sing songs of love
 As they turn their eyes to the skies above
 With a grasping hand dividin’ royalties
 The long haired kings forsake all loyalties The long haired kings split up long ago In a sea of treachery and vertigo
 Yes, the long haired kings broke up long ago
 In a web of luxury… and treachery
 And vertigo And the long haired kings sang songs of sin
 Faced the Pearly Gates with a surly grin
 With a broken oath and a grasping hand
 The long haired kings pissed away the land But the long haired kings broke up long ago
 In a web of treachery and deep sorrow
 Yes, the long haired kings pissed away the band
 With a profane oath… and a grasping hand
 And a grasping hand Then the long haired kings'd sung songs of woe
 Of how the majors took their birthright long ago
 With a willingness to sacrifice their kin
 The long haired kings did their own selves in And the long haired kings faded long ago In a sea of verdigris and indigo
 Yes, the long haired kings pissed away the brand
 With a broken oath… and a grasping hand
 And a grasping hand Words and music by Christian Crumlish.

Rough mix of basic tracks, produced by David Gans and Jeremy Goody, engineered by Jeremy Goody at Goody Sound. Personnel: David Gans - guitars Robert Wade - bass Javier Navarrette - percussion Christian Crumlish - electric ukulele and vocals All I Know © 2021 At Swim-Two-Birds If I were a magician I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d conjure up your future And show it all to you. My magic’s all illusion: Water bottle, plastic flower. All the things that you will make Will unfold in their own hour. All I know is you should know I’m out here looking out for you. Everything you’ve ever wanted Soon will come your way. No one does it solo only. Everyone gets sad and lonely. Don’t forget that out here someone Loves you every day. If I were a time traveler I know just when I’d go. Back to the place I first met you. I’d tell you all I know. But when I built my time machine It turned out to be fake And left me with a craving For your famous pirate cake. If we could both be pirates My eye patch would be cool We’d go right through the book and challenge Each and every rule But I’m no jolly roger Never sailed the seven seas I never went to Narnia Nor met the Pevensies If I were a mixer, You know that I would be A stand mixer, fully charged With electricity. ’Cause you deserve a mixer That’s magical and fine, Sent to you in a time machine From 1959. Words and music by Christian Crumlish.