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I’m a Little Bee
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
I’m a little bee in a honeycomb of light,
A honeycomb of light, my dance is such a sight.
A honeycomb’s the place for a little bee like me
Little bee like me. It’s just the place to be.
Buzza buzza buzza buzza buzza buzz buzz. [X2]
We bees communicate with a buzzy little dance,
Insightful little dance, no meaning left to chance.
We bees don’t have a queen in this bee analogy,
Bee analogy, but it seems to work for me.
The other bees can smell all the things I want to tell,
And we fan each other well when it gets hot.
Our glowing little hive’s feeling full of light—alive!
How we buzz and dance and thrive on honeyhoneyhoney we have got.
I might become a bee, when I die or go to sleep,
Die or go to sleep, in nectar I go deep.
I go into the worldly world and see what I can see,
See what I can see, And fly back to the tree.
[Reprise First Verse and buzz your way out of the song.]
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Agatha Crane
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Am
Agatha Crane is going insane
Am E7
As she wanders a mansion of madness.
E7
The kitchen walls bleed, and all the halls lead
E7 Am
To a dimension of horror and sadness.
Am
She sometimes gets scared as she wanders the lair
Am E7
Of an eccentric who's living in Innsmouth.
E7
As a mob outside swarms, our lady informs
E7 Am
"We'll need daggers to chop off their fins with."
Chorus:
Dm Am
Agatha is brave and wise until she hears the Eldritch cries
E7 Am
Of cultists. How the Dagon priest chants of deep ones now released!
Dm Am
Or Shoggoth wanders from the sea and warbles Tekelili-li.
A7 D7 B7 E7 A Am
Oh bring back, bring back, bring back Cthulhu to me to me
Dm E7 Am
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of tea.
[Improv section representing madness]
Am
The butler on staff gives a terrified laugh
Am E7
Before blithely removing his eyeballs.
E7
Singing begins, making worldly veils thin.
E7 Am
No fences will save them or high walls.
Chorus:
Reprise first verse
Am
Agatha Crane is wracking her brain
Am E7
To turn all her horror to clues.
E7
She'll play it by ear and conquer her fear
E7 Am
And pray that her mind will not unglue.
A7 D7 E7 A Am
Oh bring back, bring back, bring back Cthulhu to me to me
Dm E7
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of
Dm E7
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of
Dm E7 Am
Oh pour Miss Crane a pot of tea.
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E-calypso
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E-calypso
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Chorus:
Let’s dance the eclipse calypso
[Wait]
We’ll call it the “E-calypso"
[Wait]
Let’s dance the eclipse calypso
We’ll call it the “E-calypso”
The moon drinks the sun in sips so
Let’s don our glasses and see.
They’re celestial bodies we ship, so
Four Hundred times bigger than she
She’ll start dining with just a light nip so
Like a premium game’s first little fee.
Many folks make longish trips so
To watch their torrid totality.
We’re fans of the stellar, Ipso facto,
the sun’s the star, most agree.
Chorus
Some folks, they don’t give a rip, so
About this sight we go see.
They might tell us, “get a grip,” so
We ignore them while dancing with glee
Chorus
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One Hundred Fifty
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One Hundred Fifty
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Sweetie?
Let’s stop looking at computers for a moment:
The Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, and Tumblr.
You can only track about one hundred fifty people
In your noggin—That’s Dunbar’s number.
Chorus:
I picture us all separated by walls
Stored in your brain like Matchbox cars
In one of those cute little carrying cases
That only has just enough spaces
For one hundred fifty or fewer (not less)
I hope I’m one of yours, I guess.
I fear I might be taxing your capacity
So I’m holding to my spot with tenacity
All the folks you try to know are out there just a shifting
Beating the door of number one fifty.
Chorus
Bridge:
I picture a zombie horde
Don’t wanna to eat your brain—just climb aboard
And be one of your one fifty.
No one wants to be the one that gets ignored.
Supposedly this number is the one your neocortex
Can handle. Count the parking where the folks are making Gore-Tex.
When the number of staff reaches one hundred and fifty.
They know it’s time to make new facilities.
Chorus
I think I’m one of yours, I guess.
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My Favorite Costume
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My Favorite Costume
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Witch, witch, gotta be a witch
A witch is my favorite costume.
Witch, witch, gotta be a witch
A witch is my favorite costume.
Wear a tall pointy hat, hold a cute stuffed cat.
A witch is my favorite costume.
Ghost, ghost, gotta be a ghost
A ghost is my favorite costume.
Ghost, ghost, gotta be a ghost
A ghost is my favorite costume.
I’ll wear an old sheet from my head to my feet.
A ghost is my favorite costume.
Chorus:
If you’re not at a convention
Halloween’s your best bet
To dress up in your costume
Have your best day yet.
Might say it’s just for children.
But they’re not right.
It’s for anyone to dress up
Whether funny or a fright.
Zombie, zombie, gotta be a zombie.
Zombie is my favorite costume.
Zombie, zombie, gotta be a zombie.
Zombie is my favorite costume.
With feet going thud and a lot of fake blood
Zombie is my favorite costume.
Serial killer, serial killer, gotta be a serial killer
Serial killer’s my favorite costume.
Serial killer, serial killer, gotta be a serial killer
Serial killer’s my favorite costume.
Wear a hockey mask and the people always ask
Why serial killer’s my favorite costume.
(They don't get an answer.)
Chorus:
If you’re not at a convention
Halloween’s your best bet
To dress up in your costume
Have your best day yet.
Might say it’s just for children.
But they’re not right.
It’s for anyone to dress up
Whether funny or a fright.
Human, human, gotta be a human.
Human is my favorite costume.
Human, human, gotta be a human.
Human is my favorite costume.
Just skin deep, maybe make your flesh creep
Human is my favorite costume.
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Pumpkin Spice Latte
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Pumpkin Spice Latte
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Hey, it’s getting colder,
And I’m another year older.
I’ve tried to cut out sugar, so I miss—
The coffee serving as my Autumn’s kiss.
Pumpkin Spice Latte!
It’s gotten controversial
It’s seasonal, commercial,
But my problem’s with the sweetener, don’t you see?
I wish that Starbucks’s made it sugar free.
Pumpkin Spice Latte!
Chorus:
October’s rainbow birthstones—
Its tourmaline and opal
Have shown up in the maple leaves,
And gosh, I’m feeling hopeful
That maybe things are looking up.
Put some Autumn in my cup.
Make a little pumpkin spice for me.
Pumpkin Spice Latte!
I think I’ll try to make some
I’ll rummage, and I’ll take some
Spices from the cupboard—Cinnamon,
And ginger, nutmeg, all spice. Oh, sweet sin!
Pumpkin Spice Latte!
Bridge:
You can buy it bottled for a price
They call it pumpkin pie spice
Near the barbecue and hot sauce Cajun
What the heck is a “sulfiting agent”?
I don’t know, but in it goes
And it warms me all the way to my toes.
It’s pumpkin spice latte.
Chorus:
October’s rainbow birthstones—
Its tourmaline and opal
Have shown up in the maple leaves,
And gosh, I’m feeling hopeful
That maybe things are looking up.
Put some Autumn in my cup.
Make a little pumpkin spice for me.
Pumpkin Spice Latte!
Hey, it’s getting colder,
And I’m another year older.
I’ve tried to cut out sugar, so I miss—
The coffee serving as my Autumn’s kiss.
Pumpkin Spice Latte!
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Silly Dreamer
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Silly Dreamer
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Sometimes we disagree
But we find our way—musically;
My heart feels brighter than the sun
That will soon return when the year’s begun.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
They’ll ask us for our year’s resolve
My good intentions all involve
The music that we’re gonna play
If this silly dreamer has her silly way.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Chorus:
And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
I wish I could make clear to all
It’s okay to talk without a brawl
That cranky offhand thing we wrote
Might be better said with measured quarter notes.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Chorus:
And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
While playing music or listening
Happy or with tears glistening
Please, know I hold you in my heart
As we wait today for our brand new year to start.
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Fa la la la Fa la la la laaa
Chorus:
And for now we may
Draw in sunlight
Drink some peppermint tea
Draw in patience and courage
Because loving you matters to me.
And we love music,
So music matters to me, you see.
Music matters
Music matters
And you, love, you matter to me
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Dishwasher, You Have Broken
Copyright 2017 by Mary Crowell
Something wicked in the kitchen
Our dishwasher’s clickin’. Oh! It’s twitchin’.
‘Wond’ring if someone’s done bewitched it
My true love says he’ll try to fix it.
But what’s that greenish glow?
Frightening, I know—right?
Mm mm mm mm . . .
Cooking eggs up over easy.
The bacon juice is hot and greasy—
That sound behind me. I’m uneasy
Can we repair it easy peasy?
A portal opens, so.
I’ve gotten scared, you know? Right.
Chorus:
Dishwasher, you have broken.
Dishwasher, I’m not joking.
You can’t be bringing Deep Ones here, by gosh.
This bad behavior just won’t wash.
Dishwasher, Dishwasher, Dishwasher, Oh.
Warranties don’t cover portals,
Incursions by malign immortals.
I’m on hold and getting bored. In-
-fernal thing, why do you chortle?
The dangers you impose,
Mean we must now be foes.
Chorus
Something wicked in our kitchen.
The damned thing needs some love and fixin’
Or else a hammer—get my licks in.
‘Hear cackles now—donner, blitzen.
We’ll get a new one so,
I think this one can go.
Chorus
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Doc Mob
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Doc Mob
Copyright 2018 by Mary Crowell
Chorus X2:
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc Mob!
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc Mob!
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc Mob!
What’s the matter?
Quit stealing our cadavers!
There’s a hospital in New York City
Some boys saw a sight there wasn’t pretty
Up in the window! Sound the alarm!
Climb up a ladder! It’s a severed arm.
“Whose that belong to?” A little boy cried.
“That arm’s your Mama’s!” John Hicks may have lied.
The boy found his father, told the story and sobbed.
They went to Mama’s grave and found it had been robbed.
Chorus X2:
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc Mob!
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc Mob!
Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc Mob!
What’s the matter?
Quit stealing our cadavers!
[Descant]
What ‘cha doing in that cemetery?
You’ve got dirt beneath your nails.
Dug up every Thomas, Richard, and Harry.
Folks are putting bodies up for sale.
They’re throwing brickbats in New York City.
Hit Steuben’s head. It wasn’t pretty.
Broken the window! Sound the alarm!
They’ve taken the prison. Save us from harm.
John Hicks found a chimney where he could hide.
If they had found him he’d surely have died.
Doctors swore oaths to the people who mobbed
That they’d never requested the church yards be robbed.
Chorus X2 with Descant
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Mary Crowell Athens, Alabama
Mary Crowell is a singer/songwriter and piano teacher who loves mythology and playing Dungeons & Dragons.
Her Patreon is
here: www.patreon.com/DrMaryCCrowell
She may be seen at science fiction and filk conventions performing and accompanying concerts on piano and occasionally clarinet.
Scattering Seeds on the Pomegranate Tour is her third solo album and is a mythic musical journey!
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Mary Crowell recommends:
The lyrics are brilliant and vocal arrangements irresistible. The vocal counterpoint in “Last Spaceship,” “Common Ground,” and “Quetico” are particular favorites of mine.
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Songs of mythology, magpies, and Mal performed by a duo who have truly mastered their instruments--guitar and voice. This album is superb.
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Play It With Moxie Live!
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Swing dance, blues, and jazz with great lyrics and energy played live to an appreciative audience! And there's a bit of the geek there too.
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