all instruments and words by chris renne. phone call by john candido

lyrics:

Pure, raw and organic 
Fake, nah, can't stand it
That juice is clean, don't panic
Best fruits, fresh, don't can it

An I'm fresh to death
No j- shore but i gots to rep
The state where the fresh fruit taste the best
Stay up on the farm in the middle north west 
Un-pasturized but don't you worry 
Look past your eyes, vision blurry 
Get magnetized to the track real fast 
Got the system on blast and a crowd to roll past Kick the seat back a little
Turn the bass up a little
Hot, fresh from the griddle
Over saturated and complicated like a riddle
Got em dancin in the street, and yellin
No pain from the feet? you're gellin'
Don't buy the crap they sellin
Imma put us on the map like Magellan

Got the EQ graphic
And i'm stuck in traffic, 
But the beat keep blastin
They on the sidewalk passin 
visibly effected by the soundwaves directed at their cerebellum, I don't care if you tell em that they can't stand straight cuz the man's mandate is to freak the track so it throws out ya back keep the facts straight, 
i bang beats with a mallet, hammer out the meat
then i sauté the shallots 
nice on the palate
Taste in the balance
dinner's on the way so enjoy the salad 
WOOP WOOP
If the fuzz roll by
Bring the level down to 5
Don't look em in the eye Both hands on the wheel
And focus just drive


Boom bap
Straight 80's
Smooth crap
Hey ladies
Dude in the back, the girls are ignoring him 
The Mack is back on the track I'm mark Morrison
Too late tho cuz you missed your chance 
Only one lady got the keys to these pants
you can still dance, in your heels or your vans 
shakin on the floor to the twoname jams

Boom to the bap to boom to boom bap
Let the track make the people's hands clap
Get down step up your game
Say cheese as they snap the frame
Instagram, the iPhone flick
Straight To the gas the match been flicked
Yall once tame, but the game done flipped
Loose lips guaranteed to sink ships 
And I'm misdirected 
Like a missed connection
clean out your ears before they get and infection
Quit it with the trash intake to the brain
Hittin up the stash, take two for the pain
Clean out your head, make up your bed, the kid is on the move so get out the lead
try to keep up, I got my city shoes on
Imma leave ya in the dust if you stand too long
Always on the move, always doing work, but every Sunday morning you can find me at church
Don't hurt the grand kids
Rebirth to band kids
Teaching toddlers to make beats before they stand kid

Wax Theory

All Things New (Feat. Teron Carter of Grits)

I used one mic to record drums for this. Jamie Simpson on the bass. John Blake on the beatbox. Greg Barbone on the keys. Me on drums and some other keys.

One Mic

A remix by myself and Greg Barbone of the Paper Route song Gutter. Those dudes were my only friends when I lived in Nashville.

Original track: (iTunes) http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/gutter/id312847626?i=312847827

Gutter (Paper Route Remix)

Anti-Envy

Another track by myself and Greg Barbone.

SHOTSFIRED

Words and music by Chris Renne

Rhodes and Synthesizers: Greg Barbone

So Afraid

My take on Wrap Me In Your Arms. I wrote a second verse to make it more of a full song. 

Additional lyrics:
Here in your arms, I find peace
and all my fears are gone
I'm overwhelmed by Your love
I know, to you, I belong

Wrap Me In Your Arms

I make music. All kinds. I like analog synths, analog drum machines, acoustic guitars, banjos, dirty vintage electric pianos, and any combination of the above. Get at me if you need music for your project, no matter what it is. Theme songs, film scores, soundtrack songs, jingles, interludes, intros and outros, etc. I also make instrumental tracks for hip-hop/soul/r&b/pop/acousticsingersongwriter artists, so if you need something like that, I got you.

The things on this page are various creations I've done for various people. Holler if you like what you hear.

chrisrenne