Michel Griffin

Michel Griffin

BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Michel Griffin's lyrics redefine the boundary between poetry and song; his songs are haunting, telling, and poignant.

Biography

Michel started out playing clubs and colleges in the late 70's, and quickly won acclaim in the UK, where he played regularly on BBC radio. He would list Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Mark Knopfler and Joni Mitchell as early influences, but has now developed his own, highly melodic, style.

What really sets Michel's music apart are the lyrics, and the ease of his style. His music is easy on the ear, and his lyrics by turns poetic, romantic and provocative. Once heard, Michel Griffin's music is impossible to forget.

Lyrics

Russian Dolls

Written By: Michel Griffin

There’s blood upon the pavement, there’s a scuffle on the ledge;
Sleek Mercedes prowl like sharks along the water’s edge,
You can carry a gun or a lighted candle, box clever or box rough,
Violence doesn’t need applause, indifference is enough.

Behind closed doors in Washington, in Geneva, or Milan
Shadowy figures chisel deals, as they have since Time began,
Seduction, purchase or discrete removal
They’re all tricks of the same trade:
It’s a trade that lines the pockets of those figures in the shade.

It’s all a game of Russian dolls, every motive neatly sheathed;
Painted faces & frozen smiles cloak the daggers and the greed.

They do this for democracy, they’re doing this in your name,
You can smile while they take their money, or you can smile while you take the blame.
You can throw a party or throw a bomb, cast a vote or cast a stone
If it makes you feel kinda helpless – don’t worry, you’re not alone.

It’s all a game of Russian dolls, every motive neatly sheathed;
Painted faces & frozen smiles cloak the daggers and the greed.

It’s crime without passion. it’s a system with fixed rules
You smile while you’re seducing, or you smile while you’re being fooled;
You can carry a gun or a lighted candle, box clever or box rough,
Violence doesn’t need applause, indifference is enough.

It’s all a game of Russian dolls, every motive neatly sheathed;
Painted faces & frozen smiles cloak the daggers and the greed.

Children of Circumstance

Written By: Michel Griffin

I think of you when the lights are low
Over the final drink and the late-night show;
One last drag on my cigarette:
The house feels empty as I head for bed.

Shouldering my loneliness into another dawn,
I sleep with your shadow, just beyond my arms:
You were too tender for this troubled world;
I was too timid to go for gold.

It’s not only clowns who play the fool
But it’s only the brave who confront the truth;
And while cowards may borrow a hero’s stance
We are children, all, of circumstance.

I think of you under the starlit sky
As another summer slumbers by;
So many moons have waxed and waned
Over distances I still can’t explain.

It’s not only clowns who play the fool
But it’s only the brave who confront the truth;
And while cowards may borrow a hero’s stance
We are children, all, of circumstance.

Words & Music © M.J.C. Griffin

One Way Conversations

Written By: Michel Griffin

Remember those blossom days we’d haunt the open hills
Hand in hand with silences we couldn’t fill ?
One-way conversations, we’d leave hanging in the breeze,
To be scattered, like the blossom from the trees.

In rooms constructed out of light, we’d play our awkward games
Butterflies too hesitant to bathe in flame;
One-way conversations, we’d leave hanging in the breeze,
To be scattered, like the blossom from the trees.

In yearning for that moment between your flesh and mine
I’d sometimes wonder how the hunger lasted such a time
Appetite must breed its own illusions …

Adrift upon a shallow stream, we sang our twilight songs:
What matter, if we selected different keys?
The time arrived to silence every string:
Two one-way conversations drifted silently downstream.

The Slipstream of Your Smile

Written By: Michel Griffin

You turn your head, I catch your eye,
I can’t be certain, but I think I read your mind
We have so much to say, there seems so little time
I’m swimming in your smiling eyes, the words are hard to find –
You leave me breathless, silenced:
Spinning in the slipstream of your smile.

There’s half a moon, floating out to sea,
There’s a million stars, and there is you and there is me;
I hold you close until I feel I’ve conquered Time,
I can feel your heart, it’s beating next to mine -
You leave me breathless, silenced:
Spinning in the slipstream of your smile.

Some say that love is an illusion,
A wishful thought, of make-believe;
I found that love is fragile fusion:
Walk away, and it’ll be tugging at you, tugging at your sleeve …

I love you, I love you,
I love you so much.
We have so much to say, there seems so little time
And swimming in your smiling eyes, the words are hard to find -
You leave me breathless, silenced:
Spinning in the slipstream of your smile.

The Poet's Smile

Written By: Michel Griffin

How long can you go on, holding that pose?
Feeding on dreams of how others must see you:
The poet in his garret, looking for a soul-mate,
You’re living on trust you know; nobody needs you.

You chain-smoke by compulsion of the image you’ve perfected,
Your poems are inflected in the proper style;
But the projector is empty; you forgot to put in the slide -
The whole world is waiting to see the poet smile.

With one eye on the camera, and one on the projectionist,
You know your whole history is a pack of half-truths
What will they find, when they tear down your façade
Sometimes you say you lose yourself,
But I wonder if you still have that to lose.

Dreams Like Bubbles

Written By: Michel Griffin

I blow my dreams like bubbles over cobblestones,
And watch them float and gently drift into the jaws of the Unknown;
And when they burst, and fall to dust, I calmly do as dreamers must:
I reach into the distance and blow another dream.

I reach into the distance and blow another dream;
And when it bursts, and falls to dust I calmly do as
dreamers must:
I watch it float and gently drift into the jaws of the Unknown;
I blow my dreams like bubbles over cobblestones.

A dream is like a bubble: you can look, but you can’t touch;
And yet, in times of trouble, I love so very much …

To blow my dreams like bubbles over cobblestones,
And watch them float and gently drift into the jaws of the Unknown;
And when they burst, and fall to dust, I calmly do as dreamers must:
I reach into the distance and blow another dream.

Discography

2002 - The Still Centre
2004 - One Way Conversations
2005 - Echoes, Waves or Ricochets
2006 - Russian Dolls
2008 - Who Knows Where the Time Goes ?

Michel's material can be heard on www.michelgriffin.com or on www.soundclick.com/michelgriffin

Set List

His typical set list consists of pieces from his albums.