Writer • Musician
Ren Michael · When I Come Home To You Drum.beat The sound is something of dreams, unusual yet deeply familiar. of something seemingly far but well within. Its like this, I write of the cosmos the music reflecting the land, the city the elements. As I am a force of nature, we are nature All …
I paint fire and in mud. I paint reds and greens and I make love I am the artist in your dreams, far at the end of the street in the dark alleyways and star-lit night scapes. I am in relation with man and nature, the city and the wild. For I am all of …
This is the first song that I recorded, chopped and produced on my own, the first that I had fully ready to go even before the debut album, However, at the time, it didn’t quite fit with the rest of the songs on deck, and I was more keen on releasing a full album …
Well friends it’s been a busy year. I’ve been trying to write my book, and fortunately I’ve been able to do more than just try. I've actually finished my first manuscript. Yea man, in between the extremes of do or do not, I've opted for the positive. Yoda would be happy. The songs are coming …
I can feel myself drifting farther from you a glass plane framed between us in a cold, dark room I can’t feel myself breathe neither, no just a weight in my chest bringing me down I can’t catch my breath where have my friends gone? how long can I go? I feel used up, wasted …
the city's alive you best believe you can look into its eyes you can feel it breathe city of night, so open and lonesome the quiet scream I'm still waking from the long strung-out dreams you see once again I’s tricked just like I said I's bamboozled in the moonlight, as she’d met some other …
I might have had a dream where I rode in from Europe I came in from the sea, strode upon the shores of my hometown Miami & up to Lauderdale too Here I was There she was Dancing in the dark 'neath purple and blue neon, cigar smoke over barroom tables dance floor, vacant except …
It's easy to lose yourself in the desert. When you abandon the basics, the building blocks of navigation laid down by generations before--like following the sun, where it rises and sets--then it becomes easy to lose your sense of direction too. When you've lost your sense of direction, along with sense of self, neither way …
Oh moon Home to seven trembling faces Nameless, blank expressions Your face, the friendliest I’ve known Oh moon Home to my heart and soul Your soft glow Carries me ‘cross the night Though I tremble by thy naked hand Oh moon Stranger to the angels and to blues sparrows flying like arrows in silhouette across …
funny now that I should think of you snapshots and postcards I’ve moved through (I’ve broken on through) the long dusk the new dawn the stillness consumes me though I can’t complain much at all In my hand, still is a rose I never let go this desert is dry but I’m back on the …
Riding in the night the desert stretches eons of time towns faraway ‘nother time and place I’ve got to keep moving, can’t look back she’ll call my name but I’ve got nothing left to say as I ride that Italian melodic plane, from the Tuscan countryside to faraway Spain and she’ll call my name and …
Ren Michael 