LITTLE MISS TAMBOURINE - MEMORABILIA

Inspired by my childhood memories, my mom, and in loving memory of my dad who passed away.

Small town rebel with a reason

Blue jean babe in 501's

And her humming lullabies

What baby sleeps to Lady D'Arbanville

Hey it's her little miss Tambourine

Sing a song to me

He was singing Wild World

'74-75 and Simply Red

Its hard to get back but

Hey little Miss Tambourine

Play a song to me

Dancing barefoot in the rain

Saving daisies in the spring

What baby sleeps to Lady D'Arbanville

It's their little miss Tambourine

Sing a song to me

C'mon miss Tambourine

Write a song to me

Resusci Annie, are you OK

Inspiration: Fictional story about Resusci Annie doll, and sounds of the ICU... placed at Hotel Chelsea, where I stayed last summer. It really is an iconic place.

Annie is not OK

Seal the mask

Maintain the rate

Resusci Annie, neon blue

With borrowed air and Chelsea fate

Did you stay in that Vicious room

So now these sirens shine on you

If I press your heart just right

Will you breathe again tonight

Hold the rhythm, reassess

Check for signs of consciousness

Annie, did someone ask you to be less

Did some Helmut take your legs

Cropped you clean to fit the gaze

Parts of woman, false the praise

Annie, if I press your heart just right

Will you breathe again tonight

Hold the rhythm, reassess

Check for signs of consciousness

With your neon blue and borrowed air

And your stolen Chelsea plate

Resuscii Annie breathes again

Resusci Annie, neon blue

Sirens paint their light on you

Annie, Annie, Annie is OK

MURASAKI COLORED RAIN - [demo]

Inspiration: Tarantino & Planet Terror. Synth pop. I love it.

Midnight on the Forty Second

Fading flickers, dying light

Reel that cracks and stutters

Seats creak vinyl and the dust

Enters Cherry

On the run

Washed in murasaki colored rain

Love is cheap and death's a game

Down on Forty Second lane

Every alley feels like danger

Every lover turns to a stranger

To Cherry Darling

On the run

Burnt with fever, blood runs pale

In her private revenge tale

Every alley knows her name

Love and vengeance look the same

Washed in murasaki colored rain

Love is cheap and death's a game

Down on Forty Second lane

Every alley feels like danger

Every lover turns to a stranger

To Cherry Darling

On the run

Burnt with fever, blood runs pale

In her private revenge tale

Washed in murasaki colored rain

Love is cheap and death's a game

Down on Forty Second lane

Every alley feels like danger

Every lover turns to a stranger

To Cherry Darling

On the run

SONDER - [demo]

Inspiration: Fictional piece. Movie that stayed with me for years... Boxing Helena (1993).

As a metaphor, and the concept of Sonder. It's the awareness that we all exist in an intricate and complex worlds of our own, different from the solipsistic view a lot of us go through at some point.

Can I stay for a while

You can stay forever

He said, stay right here

Don’t move, don’t breathe

Don’t you know

I won’t ever let you go

If you keep me still

I will never leave

The more I think, the less I speak

The less I speak, the more I say

Different rhythm, different air

I go on when you’re not there

Can I stay for a while

You can stay forever

If you keep me still

I will never leave

We’re passengers of sonder

With so much to learn...

Life cuts deep

I am keeping a whole lot of me

Bare body, and limbs to feel

The more I think, the less I speak

The less I speak, the more I say

Different rhythm, different air

I go on when you’re not there

He said, stay right here

Don’t move, don’t breathe

Don’t you know

I won’t ever let you go

We’re passengers of sonder

With so much to learn...

Life cuts deep

I am keeping a whole lot of me

Bare body, and limbs to feel

Lyrics: Renata

GITANES BRUNES / LITTLE RED DOOR [demo]

Inspiration: People, things and iconic places. Charlotte, Gitanes cigarettes and Little Red Door in Paris. I don't speak French... ʒi.tan bʁyn. Merde!

In the night, fractured lights

Reassembled, rearranged

Concave waves and whispers

Broken tongues and champagne

She smokes gitanes brunes

Her mouth without a filter

Time peels the red off doors

The only word she knows is merde

He said something

She pretends not to hear

He watched her smile appear

Her kindred soul is Charlotte Gainsbourg

Everything but the lemons… she says

She smokes gitanes brunes

Her mouth without a filter

Time peels the red off doors

It seems her favorite word is merde

He said something

She pretends not to hear

He watched her smile appear

Her kindred soul is Charlotte Gainsbourg

Everything but the lemons… she says

In the night, fractured lights

Reassembled, rearranged

Concave waves and whispers

Broken tongues and champagne

Gitanes brunes in pocket

On lips red rouge and no filter

In front of red door laughter

Chipping paint and occasional merde

Lyrics: Renata

LAVENDER VANILLA SKY - [demo]

Inspiration: Memories. First dates, movies Before Sunrise and Vanilla Sky. Now everything is different, deeper, richer shades... beautiful in it's own way.

Under skyline made of illusion

Diamond mist and silk on skin

Your voice can cut the loudest silence

Is this truth, or just a dream

Some things sound better

When you name them

Some are better left unsaid

Why the safest place I ever had

Is the one that makes me mad

Sunset placed the stars in order

Sunrise took them out of sight

Never lost, they're just hiding

Behind lavender vanilla sky

Morning light, and thousand kisses

Evening with a soft goodbye

There’s a grace in not deciding

What is truth and what is lie

Some things sound better

When you name them

Some are better left unsaid

Why the safest place I ever had

Is the one that makes me mad

Sunset placed the stars in order

Sunrise took them out of sight

Never lost, they're just hiding

behind lavender vanilla sky

Take me back to those nights

Where nothing needed to be defined

Are we still there, you and I,

or lost forever in lavender vanilla sky

Lyrics: Renata

CONVERSATIONS WITH ALVY SINGER, BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL - lyrics draft

Inspiration: A fictional conversation with Alvy Singer from Annie Hall, written as an independent voice. In reality, I do have influences and occasionally borrow aspects as motivation, but I have never truly related to any of the characters portrayed in media.

I've always found real life just as interesting.

If you’re miserable
Congratulations, you’re lucky
You'll meet a lady who says
la-de-da

We talk as if life’s a tragedy
Read books about death and art
You say I’m scared, I say you’re strange

I turn life into some good lines
as if finest quotes can defy times
And when I look at life that way...
I forget what I was going to say

In trying to find words that'll do
You invent something new
Not a word, but a symptom
Of your fears and your brain
Neurotic ramblings, half insane
But to me, it’s fun knowing you
With words I say far from true

We talk as if life’s a tragedy
Read books about death and art

You say I’m scared, I say you’re strange

I complain to you that all my life
Without a clue, in ways so absurd
I've been offered a leading role
In movies I never audition for
In twisted plots I throw away
And how I seem to never fail
In making others turn my way

I turn life into some good lines
as if finest quotes can defy times
And when I look at life that way...
I forget what I was going to say

We talk as if life’s a tragedy
Read books about death and art
You say I’m scared, I say you’re strange

After that… it got pretty late
We both had to go our way

Thinking... What a terrific person

And how much fun it was

And maybe that’s all this is

And maybe that is how it ends

Lyrics: Renata

LITTLE MISS TAMBOURINE - MEMORABILIA

Resusci Annie, are you OK

MURASAKI COLORED RAIN - [demo]

SONDER - [demo]

GITANES BRUNES / LITTLE RED DOOR [demo]

LAVENDER VANILLA SKY - [demo]

CONVERSATIONS WITH ALVY SINGER, BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL - lyrics draft

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