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bigfoot on a rainy day in june

Coming Of The Moon 001

I hope this finds you well.  We’ll talk more soon.  Keep a weather eye on the horizon.  Lyrics below.  

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"Who Profits?" 
by Ren Michael

I need a good friend
Who goes on more than instinct
You follow the river,   
To greet the eyes of the sphinx
As chairman of the board
Try and sell me the drink 
With talking heads on the phone
Telling me what to think
I know I move slow
I’m only trying not to blink

Ask yourself who profits 
Off the nations divide
Ask where they’ll be 
Should their great war arrive
Though they always insist 
They’re just true to the time
Don’t expect to find them 
Serving on the front line, 
Don’t expect to find them
Even lingering behind

Though you know what I’m saying,  
Have we known it all along? 
Does it take some great brain 
To see right and see wrong?
Friends, lovers, sisters and brothers 
Each of us a pawn
Turned against one another 
In a continuous con
In an ongoing game 
Of “Which Side Are You On?”

Like many years before
So long as your poor,
Whether white or black, 
You’ll be the first out the door
To the sound of the drum
Ramming speed at the oars
They’ll start with the young
And shove their face to the floor
From the highest rung
Guess who keeps score

Look up and you’ll see ‘em
In their penthouse they hide
Like an eye in the sky 
While we make enemy of ally
Though they’ll always insist 
They remain on your side
Look to who profits 
Off of the nations divide
My friend look to who profits
Off the nations divide

Just look to who profits 
Off of the nations divide


By the river in the night...
 
We’ve got the numbers on our side
Tell me, are we alive?
Are we ghosts in the light?

Now is the time.  Now is the time.

Now is the time.  

Who Profits?

Everything has its appearance on the surface.  The city reveals itself at night.  In the darkness you can see a little more of what is underneath, even though it remains just a hint at most. 

A suggestion.  A feeling.

If something is knocking on the other side of what you can see, you hear it that much better in the night. Possibly because at night, you have it more to yourself.

002 Dark City

By Ren Michael

I walk the old town tonight
I know the walls remain hollow
I’m a prisoner, a rat in a cage
and the nights, they conquer every day
and I dreamt I broke free of this maze
I walked out into the night and I stayed
and for the first time I felt the grace of the falling rain

neath the light of the moon
I wait for my evening bus
to take me for a few, with you, through time and space
awake! Awake to the distant valleys of my dreams
until my eyes open to the morning and I regress to sleep

do my eyes cast a shadow over my soul?
as I write these checks and post my stamps?
oh to put it all down now and break through the wall
and you and me, we’d breathe in that promised land
close your eyes now. take my hand.

Dark City

boxcar yards: a man with a guitar
wearing a suit and putting out pictures

he's talking films
from a cafe, secluded

in the shadows
over rainsoaked
streets in Vienna

a violin’s heard up the way
‘cross the river,
black and still
as night reigns
in the early 21st century

a new
_primordial dawn
fast approaching

on the move, songs capture the raw. main influences include cinema, the natural world and many sounds of the city. The songs are never done as each recording is a snapshot of life in constant motion.

for fun he walks (with his dogs) road trips and catches old tv shows, baseball games and comic books. 

POEM pieced together 25 August, 2022_

The idea 
for this SoundCloud 
soundstage is 
that of an open workshop 
where listeners 
will be able to listen 
to sounds 
images 
and concepts 
being worked on (shopped) 
and some of them 
may be finished 
while others may not 
but they are being born 
continuously and 
they can make of it whatever 
they choose, but 
may it haunt their houses pleasantly 
for the idea of creativity 
to me is that nothing 
is ever really done
but only constantly being made  
for the greatest thing about music 
is that it can’t be pinned down and is open 
to greater interpretation than the other forms 
and even lyrics written 
by the greatest lyricist 
can be altered and moved around 
to give it a more varied dynamic 

but anyway in talking about the occasional 
blood on the tracks 
I am getting slightly off track 

so what I really mean to say friends 
and newcomers alike 
is welcome 
we’ve got popcorn 
sandwiches 
beer, red wine 
and ice-cold water 
salud.

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Your friend,
Ren Michael

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