Dean Martin (Man on the Mountain)

Man this music is making me feel some kind of way. I’m staying purposely vague. But I will say Dean Martin sounds like a titan, standing tall from the highest mountain in the darkest night beneath the rain and furious thunder. I never really understood so fully, as I feel I do now. & while …

Gypsy Theatre (Moonlight & Clyde)

I was standing on a street corner on the outskirts of town Away from some trouble I’d seen come ‘round When I saw an old maiden look my way, and Say “Hey Mr. Moonlight, you're a long way from LA.” Now her hair, it fell funny, and she had teeth of gold She wore on …

On the move…

When I'm on the move, I write in verse Small poems to most accurately or honestly reflect the things going on around me, and how I feel about those things Often times, most of the time, these poems aren't any good But other times, they turn out alright. Simple. To the point. Just getting the …

Quentin Joss

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 …

Girl, I’m Your Boy

Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael When I see your lover, baby When I see your man You know I'll never go under, honey Some day you'll understand That I'm your boy Not your toy I walk both day and night To even the score More and more I can't get you out of my …

Cassandra

Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael Like finding a river after walking through hills of sand, I saw you girl, reached out to grab your 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 a traveller, …

Orpheus

I fly high tonight, a child of the skies Looking long for my beautiful view On the cool breeze I rest a young herald of the west I sing the night's sound, my feet never touch the ground Though I know I may not let it show I was born long ago When I’s a …

For Charlie Parker

Late in the night tonight, just some minutes ago I wrote a piece for Charlie Parker, after a watching a documentary on him earlier tonight. The influence he had on me creatively, in those early years that I moved out here, and the influence he continues to have on me cannot be overstated and he …

Song to the Young Pilgrim

Fear not youngblood, lying neath the sun, for I crave only adventure. Embrace this day, for there is no way to sit and predict the future. Yes I see you, young and warm and resting by fire And I know, for I am old, of all the things you desire; But you haven’t seen the …

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