Writer • Musician
The story begins with a girl. She looks, casts one glance in the mirror and is gone no sooner than she arrives, her voice but a whisper echoing down the street, leaving the hero alone in the cold night wearing an old pair of boots, a Spanish knife in his pocket, a beat-up guitar strapped …
Words and Music by Ren Michael As the trains they roll on by Ignorant of that gleam in you eye I thought I heard the whisper of the rain I turn around and the same passerby, gray concrete remains These tracks, these tunnels I might call home Though somewhere another light had once shone In …
Words and Music by Renny Michael Like finding a river after walking through hills of sand, I saw this girl, and reached out to grab her hand. When you stood surrounded by city shadow, how many knew your name? You dancing child, city ghost, staring through the dark like a sacred flame? I'm just …
it was late into the night so you know I thought I'd play on Bruce for a bit and get my punk rock on hahahoho
Words and Music by Ren Michael How do you sing when the rain falls down, And keep me warm when the streets grow cold? And how do you smile when looming thunder pounds, While you lie out your hand for me to hold? 'Neath the candlelight to some evening sky, You exhale your stares and …
First night of recording this song 'Cassandra' about a girl whose face flickers like firelight on stone walls. She is the young hero girl of the west coast, innocent yet dangerous and possibly immortal. She is elusive yet universal. Some divine child that has been and always will be. Me, I'm just a young man …
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By Michael Quinn This glass o’ wine (is home) It ain’t my own As I feel the walls of stone cold. There’s a shadow behind Creepin’ up on time All has vanished from below. The solo guard Wearing his old star Eyes pierce through the back of my brain. His baton in his hand I …
By Michael Quinn I gaze at the day. I search though the twilight, and I Try and embrace the night for a little dignity. But I feel cold and wet. I feel so fat and unkept, Like there's no one there beside me. I hear kids at play The song of lovers sway. I catch …
I walk the city at night I know the walls remain hollow I'm a prisoner a rat in a glass cage, the nights they conquer everyday though I dreamt I broke free of this maze walked out into the night and I stayed And for the first time I felt the grace of the falling …
By Michael Quinn Drifting leaf, Allow me to catch you once Before you dance forever more in the wind. I want to save you from the floor, That place where the glory for all of us ends. Listen to me, honey baby. Don't you know I just wanna be your friend? Allow me one chance …
I'm walking through a land Where it always threatens to rain. Then I'll look down and all around, And it ends up just staying the same. Everybody talks about making a change, And I take a look in their eyes. Seems we've all seen enough, (With each other and our own selves) and we've tried …
I went to a place I never want to see again. I walked into a room where darkness was my only friend. I felt the cold, like it was stealing life from my skin. But worst of all I couldn’t see a visible end. I noticed the smell of burning fire. I thought I felt …
I am a crazed and old crow, Lost without reason. I am a battered old tyrant. It all could’ve been so easy. White pearl necklace rests upon worn, wrinkled skin. I sit alone, without purpose just drenched in sin. In my velvet chair I sit gazing into my reflection; Alone and unsure, still suspecting insurrection. …
By Michael Quinn I am sailing now on a fast approaching neon-lit ship And there is no telling how hard it’s gonna hit. All one can do is let the wind fly through their hair And breathe in the crystal blue oceans and the velvet air. Come with me Fly with me Take my hand …
I have long been away. There can be no questioning that. I can't say whether I will henceforth be updating this account regularly as I had in the past. What I can say right now is that since my motorcycle crash last October, I have become engrossed by the powers of songwriting and poetry--both of …
Ren Michael 