Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael On the southern streets of the Delta May They hum a tune of old, stone-cold eyes through the day, Yea, I'm the Man in Black I sing an old shaman's song Oe'r dust upon glass for the long awaiting dawn. And as fallen rain shines 'neath the quarter noon …
The Man in Black
On the Southern Streets of the Delta May, No voices sing the bandleader's song. You might hear the humming tune of stone eyes piercing the day, And the dust on the glass which blankets the dawn. On summer afternoons, with fallen rain beneath the sun, The wandering turn, blink toward the sky. None shall hear …
Quentin Joss (the first interview)
Man 1: Good evening to you, sir. Man 2: Good evening. Man 1: Will you please state your name for the record. Quentin: (Long pause). My name is Quentin...Quentin Joss. Man 1: Thank you, uh excuse me. (Toward someone in the distance, off camera) Terry, could we get a bit more light in here please? Quentin: …
Jonah and the Flood
The Flood My name is Jonah, and the following is my story of the last week of civilization. It began with a global flood that left only 1,000 people remaining to walk the planet. The morning after the great flood, I woke up and I noticed a certain stillness in the wind that I thought unusual …
Ren Michael 