LAVENDER VANILLA SKY [demo]

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

RIVER P / THE VIPER ROOM

One of those evenings
Sunset Strip was to blame
There was something in the silence
Humming tunes and touch of hand

Salty skin and hazy days
In the town that I won't name

Past the hills, under neon
You wore black, and I was blue
By the boulevard and the jazzers
Past the Viper, I saw it say

What you tamed
Is yours to stay

In this town that holds their secrets
If they knew the past from present
They would never act this way

As for River
We ran empty
Fully clothed as if censored
In the sky I write his name

Past the hills, under neon
You wore black, and I was blue
By the boulevard and the jazzers
Past the Viper

I saw it say
What I tamed
Is mine to stay

Lyrics: Renata

Autobiographical.

I’ll be gradually removing some older songs that don’t resonate with me.

They were part of my songwriting practice and will remain available on my YouTube channel as a portfolio.

This one, just the sound and the mood is partially inspired by a very good friend of mine. Hope to see him soon open an iconic bar, like we talked, so we know where to go on Tuesdays, and not my place, Jamiroquai, haha! :)

GITANES BRUNES / LITTLE RED DOOR [demo]

This piece unfolds at Little Red Door, one of Paris’s most iconic modern bars. I’ve always been drawn to iconic places, historical or contemporary, seeking them out and spending time in them. From Loos Bar in Vienna and Ernst Fuchs in Graz to spaces like Sketch in London.

It’s the way I’ve always approached life, outside of linear time, borrowing from past, present and future. Even simple things like unfiltered Gitanes, now mostly collector’s items, have fascinated me for years.

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

SIMPLIFY ME - working title [demo]

There’s a familiar idea I’ve noticed over time. When a woman shows her full self, her depth and contradictions, it can make people uncomfortable. Instead of accepting it, there’s often an impulse to explain it away, as if it must be something other than who she really is, a complex being.

I’ve felt that in my own way. There were times when I questioned or softened parts of myself just to make things more comfortable for myself and the others. Not because it was right, but because it was easier.

Thankfully, the people I have around me see things differently, people who understand that a person can be many things at once, evolving, and never meant to fit into a single, simple, one dimensional version.

If I seem distant

It must be by design

In attempts to reach for meaning

I let it drift, metaphor suits me fine

Posing, pretending... undefined

There’s a kind of beauty in

Never being seen for who you are

I made it a discipline of

Telling what I don’t mean

Some things look better under rule of threes

Odd numbers, unfinished lines and seams

The truth is...

In every book there’s room for footnotes

Mine has two characters that remain
Being in love with myself and my man

I tend to like edges slightly blurred

Where nothing fits the right words

One camellia or fields of wheat

An endless fight to simplify me

It never works, and never will

Some things look better under rule of threes

Odd numbers, unfinished lines, and seams

The truth is...

In every book there’s room for footnotes

Mine has two characters that remain

Being in love with myself and my man

Trying to see a color without looking

Describe a scent without a sense

Only fools would try to name it

And that is not me...

It never works, and never will

If I seem distant, it must be by design

In attempts to reach for meaning

I let it drift, polarity suits me fine

Posing, pretending... undefined

Lyrics: Renata

Autobiographical.

The title was inspired by the song I played on repeat, in my small studio pole dancing.

It was just me and my then favourite song, Black by Pearl Jam.

My taste spans many genres, but these days I focus on pop. It’s what I enjoy most, taking an idea and turning it into something real.

This piece explores accepting impermanence and trusting the flow of life. In this demo, pop music carries metaphysical ideas.

5 HORIZONS [demo]

There’s a feeling I can’t name
Not the path that leads you there
Not the kind that lets you stay

If I tried to keep it mine
It would slip me every time

And your mind, has it's habits
Of deciding what things mean
It can turn a passing moment
Into something never seen

If I tried to keep it mine
It would slip me every time

So I let it come and go
I let it come and go
As it does and always will
I let it come and go
Wash all over me

Five horizons, wrapped around me
And the steps I take when no one looks
Every moment lived in truth
Shapes the air I'm moving through

What is timeless you can borrow
From this stage of life we play
Where empires fall with flow of sand
We're breaking this hourglass
Changing molecules our way

So I let it come and go
I let it come and go
As it does and always will
I let it come and go
Wash all over me

Five horizons, wrapped around me
Steps I take when no one looks
Every moment lived in truth
Shapes the air I'm moving through

If I tried to keep it mine
It would slip me every time

So I let it come and go
I let it come and go
As it does and always will
I let it come and go

Lyrics: Renata

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

New draft. This fictional piece takes place during a late night walk. It is a conversation with the character Alvy Singer from Annie Hall, written as an independent voice.

The idea first came to me this weekend in Opatija, after a late evening at the Keight, discussing Woody Allen and the question of separating the art from the artist. I used fragments of dialogue from the film as the song’s intro, almost as if breaking the fourth wall.

I’ve always been fascinated by Woody Allen’s films, a kind of love hate relationship, but the fascination has stayed. I’m still figuring out the sound.

SOUND DEMO - SOON

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

MURASAKI COLORED RAIN [demo]

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

RESUSCI ANNIE, HELMUT NEWTON TOOK YOUR LEGS, ARE YOU OK

Lyrics: Renata

Fiction.

This fictional piece grew out of my real time at the Chelsea Hotel.

After dinner at El Quijote and a bit too much tequila at the bar, I slipped a plate into my bag.

I did tell the bartenders I would. They looked the other way, and I left a big tip.

It’s also influenced by CPR, and the sounds of ICU.

And the photographic language of Helmut Newton, aesthetic I admire and sometimes question.

Resusci Annie, Helmut Newton took your legs, are you OK

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

LITTLE MISS TAMBOURINE - MEMORABILIA

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

Fú 福

This short piece questions artistic ownership. I firmly believe that if you create something, it belongs to you. Others may resonate with it, but if it comes from your inner truth, it is yours. Lived experience leaves a permanent imprint, especially in autobiographical work.

Once it is shared with the world, others may connect with it, try to reinterpret it, or draw inspiration from it but the true essence and dedication remain rooted in the artist’s soul.

Direct collaboration and writing for others, however, exist in a different space.

I remain open to changing my mind in the future.

Lyrics: Renata

If you paint a sky

Does it belong to you?

If you paint a world, a skin, an eye

If you...

If you really, really do

Who does it belong to?

Me or you?

LAVENDER VANILLA SKY [demo]

RIVER P / THE VIPER ROOM

GITANES BRUNES / LITTLE RED DOOR [demo]

SIMPLIFY ME - working title [demo]

5 HORIZONS [demo]

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

MURASAKI COLORED RAIN [demo]

Resusci Annie, Helmut Newton took your legs, are you OK

LITTLE MISS TAMBOURINE - MEMORABILIA

Fú 福

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