Thomas Krane - Small Things

Thomas Krane is the surviving member of the Krane siamese twins that achieved brief fame in November 1982. As some of you may recall from news stories at the time, his sister Nadia Krane tragically failed to survive an experimental pre-birth keyhole surgical separation.

Though he has managed to live a fairly normal life since, at least in a physical sense, Thomas naturally tends to make sad music.

Thomas Krane's debut album was released in 2009.  If you haven't heard it yet, you can listen to it here: thomaskrane.bandcamp.com

Since then he's written new songs at the steady, unspectacular rate of two a year. So now there are 10 more. As proof that these songs actually exist please find a track list and some lyrical content appended.

Some capital is required to purchase bits of recording equipment and pay for necessary professional services. Making music is an outrageously expensive hobby... It is the gift that keeps on taking. You can really help out by pre-ordering. See options 1 through 3 on the right.

As Mr Krane does just about everything himself while simultaneously working a job, trying to finish a masters and plan a wedding, it may take a little while to record, master, print and deliver. Till Christmas to be exact. Put your money down, forget you did it, and then it will arrive in the mail like a surprise Christmas prezzie from your past self. 

Thomas thanks you in advance.

Track List and Lyrics:

PREDESTINATION

I was compelled- 
the great commission.
Your heart was hard, but 
you said you'd listen.

It's not denial, 
or abdication,
How does one fight with 
predestination?

I made up my mind
I made up my mind
I wasted my time
Making up my mind
I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I can't do anything
But I love you, Yes I do
Yes I do

[Krane/Olsen]

MOLE

You had a mole
under your elbow
it didn't show
‘Till you were waving goodbye
laying me low.

It was a hard punctuation point
an end of discussion
no supple sentence construction
I made a mess of my line
skewed a heart on the paper

Do you remember our oath?
written in blood and in crayon
a sandbox, a séance
I marked a cross like a priest
you etched a loop like a lawyer

While I was asleep
with the care of a surgeon
it cut through the curtain
A shock of light hit the bed
and drew a ring round your head

Then it moved to the wall
and the words began forming
both love letter and warning
But if your body's the pen
tell me, who's that writing?

I’M A DEVIL

Oh my darling, I’m a devil
And I’ve been waiting outside your door.
Oh my bone tower, Oh my sweetest thing
Prowling by your window, hungry again.

Oh my darling, you love the devil
There ain’t no changing me.
Oh my sweet one, I hear you sleep now
Don’t you dare look down under your bed.

All my yearning I would subdue
If I knew it’d help me win you
My control wanes by the hour
I will never be your bone tower

Oh my darling, I’m a devil
Under your window is where I’ll be
Oh my sweetheart, I got that hunger
For just one taste of your sins.

[Sven the Bear]

SMALL THINGS

I asked the god of small things
For an open parking space
He put me in a cleft of rock
and wouldn't let me see his face.

I asked the god of small things
For a portion of his grace
A golden calf, a grumbling heart
Were nothing in its place.

I asked the god of small things
For a sunny wedding day
He summoned water from a rock
and turned her feet to clay.

I asked the god of small things
For the words I couldn't say
Out from my mouth came 7 plagues
And we were on our way.

I asked the god of small things
For a place to lay my head
For 40 years the desert sand
Was where I made my bed.

I asked the god of small things
for the subtext to his plan
But he's the god of small things
And I am just a man.

This ain't no promised land, my friend,
This ain't no promised land.
Take what you can with both your hands
And move back out into the sand.

You make your wine from water -
I can't compete with that!
You collect and sell your manna bread -
I deal with real overheads!

This ain't no promised land, my friend,
This ain't no promised land.
Take what you can with both your hands
And move back out into the sand.

WALTZ #2

Failing to emote-
You said - "the key's in
Your first memory".

I'm sure that won't help.
My heart's as blank as
it was yesterday.

Shallow draw, even keel,
Southern ocean or lake,
I felt nothing, and I feel nothing now.

You couldn't know
that when we were conjoined
You would end up
connected to nothing at all

Found out too late,
leafing through the book of love-
Page 3 through 300
held nothing to speak of.

It's a shame that your oaths are for certain.
And we just decompose as we go.

I CANNOT LIVE WITH YOU

I cannot live with you
That would be life
And life is over there
It's behind the bookshelf
Out of arm's reach
and detained by the dust mites

Nor could I rise with you
Suffer your brightness.
It outshone Jesus,
It outshone my mother.
Saturated sight,
And blanked solid colour.

I once believed in things
More than just you,
But that white light's
a difficult thing to subdue.

[Dickinson/Krane]

DARK CORNERS

Out of time. Strap your gun to your side.
There's a storm brewing.
What's a lie? Your dark corner or mine?
Who'll be stone throwing?

Don't look for me over ground
I'm digging tunnels.
The beast she woke was on the prowl.
She had it coming.

Out of line. Zip your government tight.
There's a storm brewing.
In line of sight, there's no where you can stand
Where your head's showing.

We're all at sea, homeward bound.
Stay in the cabin!
Hear just one word, we'll run aground.
It's bound to happen.

I was sailing on the Tegelzee.
Voices rose and bound themselves to me.
They penetrated deep.
I'd broken my own surface.
Tie me to the mast
And ignore all my protests.

FAMILY TREE

I swear it wasn't me. No, I saw your brother
falling out your family tree - I broke his fall.
Even as a half-caste chimpanzee
I would like to climb your family tree.
Though I'm nearly half way up
there ain't a branch in sight.

Your mother had a wooden spoon.
We were crying, waiting in the TV room.
You said, “it don't hurt.”
Poisoned by embarrassment and pain,
I could never look at her the same.
Even through my impish eyes
It’s clear it weren’t right.

JOLENE 

[Dolly P]

SMALL THINGS REPRISE

God gave a loaf to every bird
But just a crumb to me
I dare not eat it, though I starve
My poignant luxury.                  
                                                                 
I wonder how the rich may feel
An Indiaman, an Earl
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all

[Dickinson]