Words | David Delmar | 2001

Music | David Delmar, Brett Joseph, Doug Port, Allison Tulloss & Carlos Tulloss | 2009

©2001/2009 Undersea Passage
Published by Undersea Passage (ASCAP)

PERFORMERS

Dave Carter, trumpet
David Delmar, vox & rhythm guitar
Paul Fischer, lead guitar
Brett Joseph, sax
Doug Port, drums, electronic drums & percussion
Nate Spicer, organ
Allison Tulloss, flute
Carlos Tulloss, bass

RECORDING

Recorded by John Bennett, David Delmar, Doug Port & Carlos Tulloss | Seattle, WA | 2008-2009

Mixed by John Bennett, David Delmar, Doug Port, Allison Tulloss & Carlos Tulloss | Seattle, WA | 2009

Words | David Delmar | 2003

Music | David Delmar, Doug Port, Michael Spaly, Nate Spicer, Allison Tulloss & Carlos Tulloss | 2008

©2003/2008 Undersea Passage
Published by Undersea Passage (ASCAP)

PERFORMERS

Allegra Chabay, harmony vox
David Delmar, vox, rhythm guitar
Mike Ferraro, conga & djembe
Doug Port, drums & percussion
Michael Spaly, acoustic lead guitar & harmony vox
Nate Spicer, keyboards & synths
Allison Tulloss, vox
Carlos Tulloss, bass

RECORDING

Recorded by John Bennett, David Delmar, Doug Port, Nate Spicer & Carlos Tulloss | Seattle, WA | 2003-2008

Mixed by David Delmar & Nate Spicer | Seattle, WA / Bohol, Philippines | 2007-2008

Words | David Delmar | 2000

Music | John Bennett, Allegra Chabay, David Delmar, Warren Nelson, Doug Port, Allison Tulloss & Carlos Tulloss | 2008

String Arrangement | Cat Kinsley | 2004

©2000/2008 Undersea Passage
Published by Undersea Passage (ASCAP)

PERFORMERS

John Bennett, bass, shaker
Allegra Chabay, lead & harmony vox
David Delmar, rhythm guitar
Cat Kinsley, cello
Warren Nelson, lead guitar
Doug Port, drums & percussion
Allison Tulloss, keys

RECORDING

Recorded by John Bennett, David Delmar, Doug Port & Carlos Tulloss | Seattle, WA / El Cerrito, CA | 2000-2009

Mixed by David Delmar & Carlos Tulloss | Seattle, WA | 2007-2009

i'm stronger and more vulnerable
i'm wiser, yes, and mystified
with the love of a woman
with the love of a woman

i feel vivid... i feel neutral
in the future... peace come natural
with the love of a woman
with the love of a woman

her blood is my blood is our blood is alive
her blood is my blood is our blood is alive

her voice is my favorite sound
i feel patient... right now
i'm hungry and i'm satisfied
close my eyes and open wide

with the love of a woman

Words by David Delmar ©2008

cool blue... leave the window open
cool blue... watch the light dancing

night slides... along your cheekbone, jawbone
dark eyes... watch the light dancing

ooh ooh... in and out of you
ooh ooh... in and out of you
all around the room glows a moon-borne jewel

cool blue... shimmer river water
cool blue... float away old sorrow
grass reeds grow like rice along the river shore
swaying with enchantment
as the winds blow by and then blow through

on beyond our view flows a silver pool

cool blue... show us peace tomorrow
cool blue... all our wishes follow

harmonics commune and the fires bloom

Words by David Delmar ©2009

on a Moroccan carpet worn
long before we both were born
we sat, exchanging colours... love growing wild
you pulled a future photograph
you kept in an old cedar chest
saying, "wonder what i'll look like one day... when i'm a child?"

this is how we learn the dance... anticipate the unseen glance
until we sense each other's movements with our eyes closed

i heard a crackle in the draft
and asked, "is that the phonograph?"
you laughed, "i put the records away two hours ago"
you said, "i'm not afraid of candlelight"
your voice a lapping new moon tide
who are these spirits here with us and what do they know?

i started strumming a guitar
sometimes it shows me who we are
your lips stained red from wine sips... your toes a metronome
'twas darker then, with brighter stars
reflecting on earth's skin and ours
we synchronized our heartbeats so we're never alone

Words by David Delmar ©2000

come the day i die
when i am looking back upon my life
wonderin' if i
have been the friend i needed by my side?

come the day i die
when i see the first time i saw you there
trying to keep my heart
from falling over backwards in his chair

come the day i die
when i think how my parents helped me grow
can i be that light
unto the children i might call my own?

can i be that light?
come the day i die... can i be that light?

Words by David Delmar ©2003

i want to run through your mind
i want to run through your hair
i want to run down your spine
and circle the night with your prayers

i found you looking in my eyes
i found you smiling at my smile
i found you standing by my side
encircling my heart with your prayers

the sea is rising... thunder and lightning... a tsunami
i'm still as crystal... eyes of a miracle shine right at me

i want to see your eyes
i want to taste your mouth
i want to hear your ears
when you hold them up close to mine

the sea is rising... thunder and lightning... a tsunami
i'm still as crystal... eyes of a miracle shine right at me

Words by David Delmar ©2003

we drove one mile an hour
in a car that we borrowed from a neighbour who was in Milan
studying dinosaurs... and had a long conversation
about the history of developing forms of communication
and where we were going

as we drove one mile an hour
every block shared a songbook which rolled by the windows rolled down
much like a movie reel... it wasn't a movie, though
every character delivered a lifelike portrayal
and each lived a century

while we drove one mile an hour
with a red bumpersticker giving props to a departed president
who spoke of our changing age...

we had a strange sense of purpose
a revolution per minute... as the pavement embodied discovery
we could have kept documents

but we drove one mile an hour
letting rain gather faster than the wipers arced across the windows
similar rainbows... might form in the sunlit sky
but the moon was our compass as her stars peeked through veils of clouds and heat from the streetlight glow

as we drove one mile an hour
in a car that sat parked in a driveway lined with recycled news
oilstain birthmarks... gears like clockworks in the mind of the highway
and that old rocky rhythm which belongs only to countrysides
seemingly endless winds... we pass by a thousand times

Words by David Delmar ©2001