so i won't be guessing in the end

"too close"

is it just me, is it just me
or am i getting too close?

is it just me, is it just me 
or are you getting too close?

because i never know what you're telling me
I never know what you mean

I think I should step away 
i've been getting too close
i think you should step away
i've been getting too close

too close

"isn't it?"

isn't it funny how you are never laughing
isn't it sad that i am always joking
isn't it boring how i am never sleeping
isn't it trite how i am always dreaming

isn't it fucked up how things are 

isn't it pathetic how i am always hurting
isn't it sad how you are always working
isn't it boring how i am always smoking
isn't it like i am never never listening

isn't it fucked up how things are

isn't it fucked up how we are living
isn't it sad how we're afraid of dying
isn't it frustrating how i always fight
isn't it fucked up how i have to be right

isn't it?

Always Pretending

always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
always pretending that i've put you behind
always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
but that's not true
because I dream
only of you

always protesting its not you on my mind
always protesting that you left me behind
always protesting its not you on my mind
but that's not true
because everything I see
looks like you

always I want to disappear
always I want to disappear
always I want to disappear with you

always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
always pretending that i've put you behind
always pretending i've got nothing on my mind
but that's not true
because I dream
only of you

Always Pretending

"Lost In My Daydreams"

everyday i get lost in my daydreams
everything is so bright and clean
its when i feel most serene

everyday i get lost in my daydreams
wondering what they mean
is anything as it seems?

but then at night i have that same nightmare
i look all around me and you're not there
i look to the east and i look to the west
until it dawns on me that you've really left

everyday i get lost in my daydreams
everyday i get lost in my daydreams

Lost In My Daydreams

"Early 90s Summers"

Your mother's swimming pool
and my old car was always breaking down
with just an AM radio;
smoking cheap weed
out of a beer can that Bobby
stole from 7-11, he grabbed it and ran;
5 dollar shows down at The Metro
we went to see Bikini Kill
and I remember it still

June, July, it was my favorite: summer
June, July, it was your favorite: summer

Riot Grrls Doc Martens
Manic Panic
I always went home smelling like cloves;
fucking Rolling Stone
it was the age of the zine
'Punker Than Thou' was all you would need;
going to the shows
they'd put an X on our hand
we can't drink but we can see the band

June, July, it was my favorite: summer
June, July, it was my favorite: summer

I never did make it to Lollapalooza
always watching 'Heathers'
in love with Winona;
three chord songs
on a cheap guitar
kind of like what I'm doing right now

June, July, it was my favorite: summer
June, July, it was your favorite: summer

Early 90s Summers

Written & performed by Casey Renee Kiser
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

You will no longer be busy
with disrespect
You will no longer sink your teeth
into this neck
You will no longer be paid
with energy. BET
You’ll only now receive 
the reality check

Going down, down, down
in rank
Going down, down, down 
in rank
You're going down, down, down, 
down in rank-
Cause I'm THE ONE now
driving the tank

No emotion (back at cha)
Your demotion (and betcha)
You won't be causing
anymore commotion...

Pay Day

Runs in the family / runs in the family / No, that's an atrocity / you won't hear from me / I don't like the sound of that / Not lyin' in a mouse trap / I'm a mofo' sassy cat / I don't clean no dirty rat / No, not MY reality / Said, not my reality / Don't shine shit in front of me / and call it my reality! / I don't like the sound of that / I don't like the sound of that / I don't like the sound of that / Cruel intentions: tires flat / I say what will shine for me / I say what will bleed for me / I call out the TRASH to me / Bad trash always DIES FOR ME / Clawed out my own reality / The top from the back alley / I don't run in the family / I run far from the alley / Calling all sour soulmates / Recovering alley cats / You all clean up so good now / NO bad, bad trash, just LoVe pats! 


Written & performed by C. Renee Kiser
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

Lyrical version of a poem in the forthcoming collection,
CONFESSIONS of A DEAD PETAL 8/8/2024

✨photo credit: RaVenGh o st  Press

Bad Trash

HI!! Here's my folk-rocky version of SCOTLAND THE BRAVE!!!
In 1951, the famous Scots singer Robert Wilson asked Cliff Hanley to write the words to accompany an old Highland pipe tune. Although few realised it at the time, "Scotland the Brave" was to become a nationwide and international hit. Indeed, it remained the de facto national anthem for two decades before being supplanted by Flower Of Scotland. SHARE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE!!

SCOTLAND THE BRAVE

Oh, my gravedigger, yeah,
Karmic one and only-
Cosmic Love so deadly
but I keep resurrecting

Just figured I’d always be
your pretty menacing-
{pretty dead} girl dancing
Your ego trip-enhancing 

My bones filthy for you
Corpse bride-moonlighting 
You look good shoveling
but I RIDE the LIGHTNING

Just another white lie 
lost on your checkerboard 
Never be your dead girl
but will always unfurl

as pretty {something}.


Written & performed by C. Renee Kiser and
taken from the book,
ALTERED STATES of THE UNFLINCHING SOULS
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

Pretty Something

Words:

only said you loved me 
one time i cornered you
now I understand-
only want the tightest hand
to just let go, yeah,
letting you go, go, go
ready, set, go
ready, set, go
ready, set, GO!!!

Now I'm racing so slow!
Snails RRR running the show!
At my own pace, LET GO!
Said, pour another, Moe,
I'm just tryin' to let go...


Written & performed by
Casey Renee Kiser 🐌👑
©️RaVenGh o st  Press 2024

Snails RRR Running

Hi!! Here's my latest recording, a very old tune written many years ago by Rory Dall O'Cahan, he may have been an Irish harper and composer.  He is said to have been born circa 1580 in County Antrim and to have died circa 1653 at Eglinton Castle.
Unlike the vast number of travelling musicians, Ó Catháin was a gentleman by birth and he traveled into Scotland attended by the retinue of a rich gentle man.
ENJOY MY UILLEANN PIPES!!! Ale
Share and comment if you like, CIAO :)
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CATHERINE OGIE

Introduction in English:
Some of my friends accuse me of having a longing for death or even of glorifying death. In fact, I often deal with death in my lyrics - as I do in this song and the whole album that will be released in the next 12 to 15 months. 
But as with previous songs, I always say that I can enjoy life all the more by fully accepting death as an inevitable reality. Many people who try to suppress this fact constantly feel an underlying, agonising fear that tends to keep them away from the wonderful aspects of life. 
In addition, recognising that death is a constant companion from birth leads to even more profound gratitude for every day that I am allowed to live. 
The song ‘Rendezvous with Death’ was written at a time when I was at an important turning point in my life. During this phase, I realised that I had to let some things ‘die’ in order to continue living well. In this respect, this in-depth rendezvous was necessary in order to move forward again. Another example of how death and life are inextricably linked.


Lyrics in English

Rendezvous with Death

The dead comes very quietly
He sneaks up behind you unnoticed
He has stolen your lifelong dream
So don't even start making plans for the future

In the most beautiful kiss he takes your joy
In the greatest rush of life he simply unplugs you

He cradles you gently in his lap, lulls your mind, sings you to sleep
Before you awake, he draws you all the way in to himself 

He is waiting for you in the treetop 
Lean in, he takes you to himself
With every branch he has already grasped you
The dead

Deutscher Originaltext

Rendezvous mit dem Tod

Der Tod kommt auf ganz leisen Sohlen
Er schleicht sich unbemerkt von hinten an
Er hat Dir Deinen Lebentraum gestohlen
Drum‘ fang‘ erst gar nicht mit Zukunftsplänen an

Im schönsten Kuss nimmt er Dir Deine Freude
Im größten Rausch des Lebens stöpselt er Dich einfach aus

Er wiegt Dich sanft in seinem Schoß, lullt Dich ein, singt Dich in den Schlaf
Bevor Du erwachst zieht er Dich ganz zu sich hinein 

In der Baumkrone erwartet er Dich 
Lehn Dich an, er nimmt Dich zu sich
Mit jedem Ast hat er Dich schon erfasst
Der Tod

Rendezvous mit dem Tod (Rendezvous with the dead)

Rendez-vous mit dem Tod (Rendez-vous with Death)

Eastern Event

The first track from my new LP "The Giant"! 10 new tracks available on all streaming platforms: Spotify, Apple Music, Deezer, Amazon Music...RED GOLDEN YEARS is an electro-acoustic ballad that tells the story of the arrival in a small town of a group of Gipsy caravans. Torches, dances and violins that fill the imagination with poetry and colors! Leave a comment and share if you like!!! Many thanks
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RED GOLDEN YEARS

lo-fi indie folk

Marc writes, plays, sings & records it all. Check out his novels too.

isn't it?

drivin al folked up

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