Feel the Love

The Words

Rock and Roll Housewife

Know I said
Written by Renee Cologne
Wandering the aisles at sears
Wondering how I ended here
Bad toupee, yellow nails
Promising anything to make the sale

I’ll take the dryer and you
I know I said something different not so long ago
But you’ve given me desire baby
You’ve made me
I know I said something different not so long ago
But you’ve given me desire baby
You’ve made me bold you’ve given me clean clothes

I came to see the softer side
I wanted to decide on my
Way of tumbling dry
Now there’s no low

I took the dryer and you
Chorus
Housewife
Written by Renee Cologne / Michael Stanzilis
Where have all the humans gone
You’ve got to get up every morning put your apron on
You’ve decided, you’re excited
And you don’t even know why
Everybody’s doing it just wake me when you’re through

Feels good to feel finally I reel
The events of a life catching me
Like a game of tag
Like the morning after a jag
In between the time a flux that is perspective, finally

Put two feet on the floor
Leave the bed warm
Keep breathing as you run for the door
Flip the cakes in the pan
Set the table and
Which way will the fire fly first?

Adversary, this is not new
She was too, though the path to her
The becoming if you will
Until the crack in the wall
Waiting for someone to make the wall only a memory
Say she sucks
Written by Renee Cologne
You thought she was a prophet
Delivered by the hand of God
But she rode in with the Fed Ex man
Giving him a hand job

I won’t say she sucks
Though I could
I won’t say she belittled you
Though she would
I won’t stand by and watch her
I won’t let it be
From now on she’ll have to come through me

You wanted her to be your savior
And ride in on a big white horse
Deliver you from normalcy
And free you from remorse

Super calli fragi list
She was atrocious
Ding dong the witch is dead
Is what your friends said
Though you’re sad to see her go
She was a psycho

Never would she venture forth cross the river wide
(She had her life, she was a wife
She had four kids, and she had hips
She was not nice, she had her pride
There was the river, and it was wide)
One and Only
Written by Renee Cologne
You might be a grocer
You might be a cop
You might be a brain surgeon
Or a chip off the old block

You might be from Poland
Or a plain in Kalamazoo
You might play my heart strings
Or even a digeradoo

You could be my love you could be

You could be my one and only
You could love me true
If you go a little lower babe
Baby you’ll do

You might be a shrink
Or work at Jenny Craig
You might be a master of the universe
Or you might break legs

You might have a crooked nose
Or aqualine features so fair
As you as you can make me hot
And baby take me there
Hoops
Written by Renee Cologne
You ask a lot
You ask for me like you don’t know what you do
In the asking
You are my enemy
Are you crazy wanting me?

If you listen closely and you make the hoops
Will that make me want you anymore
But the bottom half suddenly revolts
And the cross or the arrow,
It makes no difference
It’s only a thin gray line

There is no black and white
Only the swing of the beat
Two hearts and two bodies
Your skin hot and wet against me
I’ll pay for that one
Bliss
Written by Renee Cologne
There is a mountain, I want to conquer
Want to stick my flag in, I want to own her
But I don’t want to stay there
In that far away land
I just want to visit
And make my stand
And find some bliss in that kiss
And find some bliss

There is a river, I want to cross
Want to get all wet and get all lost
But I don’t want to stay there
In that cold and wet water
I just want the journey
Some lightness in the fodder
And find some bliss in that kiss
And find some bliss

I lick my lips, the tip of my tongue
I am open and deep, I am coming undone

And find some bliss in that kiss
In this
Over Here
Written by Renee Cologne
I am naked in his bed
We are oceans apart, though he is giving me head
Seems the only place, we have anything to say
Seems the formula is true
The further and harder I come
The more he comes undone

I am over here, I can hardly hear
For the screaming in my ears
Fascinated I flail, I rail against
The emptiness of you

I am still naked in his bed
He tells me of his fantasy
Me giving a girl
It seems the only place, he has anything to say
I check the things off on my list
The foreign accent and pedigree
The economics background and a joie de vivre

Chorus
I am now naked only in his head
Despite his self-described crush on me
He wasn’t that great in bed
Essence is Good
Written by Renee Cologne
Tonight,
The sound of your voice
The things you say
Unexpected, anyway
Sometimes things don’t always turn out the way they should
You sound good, you say
What did you expect, that I’d melt away?

I love when somebody’s essence is good
I love when somebody’s essence is good

Last night,
The taste of your skin
The things you did
The chiseling begins
Ghostlike, the essence of you is shifty
And you are thrifty with it all
The ice sculpture thaws
Water
Written by Renee Cologne
I taste the salt
Running round the rim of my margarita
Rolling down on my face
Finding my lips and tongue
Like rainwater finds a river

I could cry one but you saved me from
You are my home
I will breathe you in
I will fly into you and back again

Jewels, she wants to cover me
The coal transforms itself like a butterfly
Into the diamonds that drip
From my ears from her lips
And I shudder like a ripple

Chorus
Not enough
Written by Renee Cologne
The emptiness is the hardest to take
In the quiet moments
Amid joy
But it’s the wondering,
Where’s the sentry for the sadness
Can’t help but feel it’s waiting

The happy Barbie I was becoming
Still so pulled to darkness
Give me my reality straight up
In a glass, in stereo
Surround me, keep me warm
Spread out, now make me numb

Not for all the money in the world
In the boreal, not for all the trees
In the seven seas
There’s a river wide
There’s a hole inside
Without you, love
It’s so not enough
Yell
Written by Renee Cologne
Lonely people everywhere
why do you live here, anyway
you start with the benefit of the doubt
but it goes downhill

I yell at the top of my lungs
at the top of the world
I yell at the top of the world
Just for my whimper to be heard

think within the boundaries
old at 25, dead at thirty
401K - stocks up or down today
everyone going the same way

don’t look at me
don’t stop me
don’t talk to me
don’t ask of me
I will eat you alive
I will eat you alive
I will eat you alive

The Opposite Of

Tired
Written by Renee Cologne
your hand is reaching out to me in the dream
it is reaching me, holding me, loving me
your hand is attached to an arm that wraps around me
and holds me
naked in my desire

i’m not tired
cause i’m on fire for you
i open my eyes and the hand that reached out,
is only halfway there to catch me
i’m a little bit tired but i will sleep in the same sheets
that held us not so long ago

Chorus
a kiss a breath on your eyelids, your eyelashes
i place it there
and i wonder at the wonder of you
Roses
Written by Renee Cologne / Derrick Smit
sitting in a cafe, waiting for the red-eye to LA
everywhere i turn, i see your face

absinthe doesn’t sit as nice, i’m melting in the glass with ice
i need a little taste of you, it’s true

roses die on the vine
people starve all of the time
it’s not fair, why haven’t you called
it’s all your fault

running between drops of rain, rushing for the track 29 train
hurting me was all a game to you, it’s true

roses die much too fast
how long did that cold war last
it’s not fair, why haven’t you called
it’s all your fault
Sylvia Says
Written by Renee Cologne
sylvia says that we only have a billion breaths
she says we’re born, we have a life, then we have a death
she tells me that a yogi told her so
I eat my yogurt and I wonder how he knows

sylvia says
sylvia says
sylvia says
breathe

does this mean that if he did yoga everyday
breathed more slowly, learned to pull it in a deeper way
reached with outstretched arms for the birds in the trees
that he would live longer than me?

Chorus

so if we came in and remembered to count diligently
we would be as god and we would know when it’s the end
but would that make it any more elegant
or any less difficult to say goodbye
Chorus

slow down you move too fast
gotta make this life last . . .
Mars
Written by Renee Cologne / Michael Stanzilis
i’m moving to another country, far, far away
they found life on mars
i wonder if that’s far enough

if i did that, if i went away
would it be enough
to make you stay
i’m in a bit of a drunken haze but suddenly thinks seem clear
i didn’t realize that for us to be close
i couldn’t be near you, my dear

i have to say you warned me, your lover was far away
it was enough for the fantasy
of how it would be someday

but if you see me on the cover of "people"
it’ll be as a big, big star
of research and development
on the planet mars

it’s ironic alanis, not chardonnay
how as soon as things were spoken
things changed

i don’t believe i have any ghosts out to get me just now
so i think i’ll put on my snakeskin
and go out on the town

Chorus

Solo

i’m moving to another country, far, far away
they found life on mars
i wonder if that’s far enough

if i did that, if i went away
would it be enough
to make you stay
The Mad Hatter
Written by Renee Cologne / Michael Stanzilis
oh look, you brought me flowers
how sweet
reminds me of some rancid meat
i had recently

i seem to remember
lots of loving words
even if it was in the heat of the moment
and even if you were in heat
v Inst Chorus

you made us a picnic
so thoughtful
china, wine, white tablecloth
and some old chicken broth

you had everything you needed
to take advantage of me
even if i was in heat
and even if you were in the moment

and i don’t deny
i was willing
i was walking
i was spinning, as i said
you between my legs
spoke as much
and i was lunch

i’m just sitting here humming, spinning
i’m just sitting here cumming, grinning
but i’m not mad
i’m not the mad hatter, alice

Solo

and i don’t deny
i was willing
i was walking
i was spinning, as i said
you between my legs
spoke so much
and i was lunch
Need
Written by Renee Cologne
I will need you, I will stay
With my heart open in this place
I will need you we can play
You’ll be seven, I’ll be eight

I will need you, I will wait
So much sweeter in this place
Fight my heart closing, I’ll fight my fear
I believe you won’t leave me, my dear

I will need you
I will need you

I will meet you, twice a week
We’ll eat ice cream, you can treat
I will not let you go, you will not fall
I have faith you won’t drop me at all

I will need you
I will need you
Let Myself Alone
Written by Renee Cologne / Michael Stanzilis
my daddy told me i was gonna be
a big big star on the tv
my daddy loves me he would never lie
he drink moonshine at the five and dime

yeah, let myself alone

she do the sing song willingly
she want her honey from the queen bee
she watch the big stars on the tv
white hot angel sleeping dreamily

and i let myself alone

all she really wants is to find her way
yeah

she want to do good be a nightingale
fiery wild junk is floating everywhere
she take a drink and light a cigarette
she want the whole world every little bit

and i let myself alone
Nap
Written by Renee Cologne
red light shines down from the top of my building
nap in progress
please stop all construction
and god smiles down
miguel and jose do not
who do you think you are

i am open, i am waiting
i am tasting my tongue to the earth
like a lover i draw in
and give out

i walk the lane, a medium
and the purity
toward the light
i am being erased and i expand into the space
around me

Chorus

and so the light bathing down
when i am well
the light goes off
the sun shines down
i am healed
i kneel
at the temple of you
as i should have done all along

Chorus
Sciatica
Written by Renee Cologne / Michael Stanzilis
i was lonely for so long, forgotten what it was i longed for
i used to have a futon on the floor
it did save space, but i don’t need the space
just want to feel you, just want to fill you up

my nerve is pressing, but my will is strong
sciatica i know you

running down my leg, like a train line from new york to washington
red velvet seats high on red velvet i lie, on red velvet i lie
his title was very long psychopharmacologist, like supercallifragilist
ex-theolog it’s atrocious
he didn’t make me wait
just want to feel you, just want to fill you up

Chorus
Opposite Of
Written by Renee Cologne
You asked me what I would write
Would it be something about leaving
And buses and airports and trains
Would it be something sad
or something about the light on the sea
or something about me, maybe
maybe something about me

you asked me what’s on my mind
I don’t think you really want to know
Cats, trash and you
See, I never thought you’d come here
I never thought you’d be here
I never thought you’d come to me
But something’s not right baby
3 years is a long time

love is just the opposite of
want is just the opposite of
hate is just the opposite of
love

I looked inside what else is new
I read my books about
Obsession, compulsion and brains
Want to be somewhere light, or
Take more medication I hear the bell
You asked me to not hate you
Maybe there’s a lesson here for me, as well

Chorus
Green Pillows
green pillows
to lay my head
green pillows to rest my bones
what color are the walls?
green pillows
all I can think of

ballroom dancing so fanciful
green pillows at the end of the day
at the end of the couch and you

green pillows
catch my dreams
green pillows to go with the chair
got to refinish that thing
is that all you can think of
yes, green pillows, green pillows

every time I think of getting it
every time I think of doing it
every time I think of you I get it, it get it

green pillows
float on by
green pillows
horse and green apple
what color is my parachute
green pillows make me fly
green pillows make me fly
green pillows, green pillows, green pillows

Aromatherapy

Allow It
Written by Renee Cologne
I cried after, after it was over I cried
She cannot seem to help herself when the black cloud comes
And she’s gotta come

There was no mistrust standing in the halls
There didn’t seem to be anything between us at all

But I perpetuate, let it penetrate
I allow it
I allow it

I was dry, I hadn’t even been on the bottle
And I certainly was not in an available state
I was local

Vulnerability, giving in to positivity
Absolutely positively keeping the ghosts out
Through wu wei, any way

Chorus

Save me pooh
Save me pooh, simple thoughts will do
Running
Written by Renee Cologne
I finally realized what it is that I’m aftraid of
I run to the river lose my way
Like a riders on a subway train
They will run to the river and never know what they have missed

I wanna be like Katyn my bronze statue god from 19-some-odd years
He stands with back arched with a bayonet
Between his shoulders but they haven’t got him yet
He will stand with his back arched proud and erect still

Oh and the heat like a blanket over me
Running, running like a blanket over me
Wrap me in a warm white cotton blanket and protect me from the pain
If you can, my friend
Princes of Wall Street
Written by Renee Cologne
Mediocrity is taking over the free world
It’s accepted and embraced
It’s what people everywhere are recognizing as their own

Stand up don’t be afraid to say, this sucks
Shouldn’t have to, shouldn’t have to search
Shouldn’t have to desperately search for the good in something

Conformity the pressure of the mass
It’s accepted and embraced
But I don’t think it’s okay to lower one’s IQ to match

Speak out, don’t be afraid to live
Shouldn’t have to, shouldn’t have to hide
Shouldn’t have to pitifully hide who you are inside
They are the Princes of Wall Street
Princes of
Princes of Wall Street

How many times I’ve gotten on the elevator
Pin stripes wide,
I’ve gotten on the elevator
Nothing there
I’ve gotten on the elevator
In their eyes a blank stare
I’ve gotten on the elevator

Princes of Wall Street
And I don’t think it’s okay
(big boys don’t cry)
Slightly Rubenesque
Written by Renee Cologne / Elizabeth Bowman
Met this guy a while ago in a bar, you know
I wasn’t actually looking for anyone just hanging
With a few friends so, he walked up to me real slow
And not because he was afraid but for effect, he goes

I can’t help noticing your creamy white skin
Those ruby red lips
And most important of all, those child bearing hips
Baby, you are very rubenesque
Yes, you are very rubenesque

His name was Peter, but some called him Paul
And he thought I was the best looking girl of all
Well, I looked around the rat-trap bar and smiled anyway at Peter-Paul
I thanked him for the compliment
And let him buy me a drink
And then I asked him what he did for a living
Typical, don’t you think?

Chorus
Everything I Do
Written by Renee Cologne
It’s not about the things that you say
Control, commitment, choices can change
Mr. Sun creeps into my room
A clichŽ but he’s too soon
Cause I saw your face in the moon

It’s not about the things that you do
Erika believes so much in you
You think it would be wrong
To have these feelings and long for her
But I know that we are too strong

Everything I do takes me back to you
Everything I do takes me back to you

It is about the way that we feel
I’m sure of you and a love that’s real
No matter how we’re tried
No matter where the tide pulls me
I’ll keep coming back to your side

Chorus

Beauty lies in your eyes
Funny How
Written by Renee Cologne
Funny how the world keeps turning
With so much love, peace and sharing
Funny how the world keeps caring
Amid strife and war
I don’t think it’s funny anymore
Funny how it’s not so funny now

Funny how the meadow’s green
Children play, flowers bloom the air is clean
Funny how that meadow’s gone
There’s a shopping mall
I don’t think it’s funny any longer

Did anybody ask we give away the earth so fast
What about the farmer and his grass?
Did anybody ask?
The swans long for the grace of home
For the grace of home

Funny how the world’s afraid
So much hate, rape and pain, it’s not safe
Funny how the world has hope
Amid hunger and war
I don’t think it’s funny anymore

Funny it’s not so funny now
Point of Things
Written by Renee Cologne
It wasn’t really a word that got me thinking
It was a melody and it goes
And it goes, and it goes
To the point of things
To the point of things

I saw that it has to do with the way you, you’re open inside
Security, and it grows
And it grows, and it grows
To the point of things
To the point of things

I don’t want answers, that would make it easy
I just want honesty, a 9 to 5 life don’t make it for me

So little matters and has to do with happy
I’m talking purity, and it shows
And you fight for the right

Chorus
The Old Shoe
Written by Renee Cologne
When I say old shoe,
I do not mean it unkind
But I mean, the best sole and leather one could hope to find

For you fit me so fine
Hold my feet as I walk on through time
And you’re mine, and you’re mine

When I say old shoe,
I think of comfort and home
Though there was a time
When I left you there alone

For you fit me so fine
Hold me tight as I walk on through time
Through my life, through my life

I like slipping into you like nowhere I’ve been
With nothing between us
But skin on skin
In the end, not socks but
Skin on skin
When I say old shoe
When I say old shoe
Makes No Sense
Written by Renee Cologne
I start to get it now
Or maybe it’s nothing that I get
Rolling in the water and the water changes
Rolling in the water and the water changes
Sometimes it’s black and flows like a river
Into somewhere and never comes back
But it carries me gently
But it carries me gentlyvv It makes no sense
It makes no sense

It starts to get me now
Everything-ness grabs hold of me
In the water again, but the water’s changed
In the water again, but the water’s changed

Somehow it’s green and tumults
The ocean, it carries me up and slams me back downv But I stay with it longingly
But I stay with it longingly
Like a lover I have to have
Desperate, dangerous

Chorus

I was describing then
Where I was when I was got
Well it was warm and dark
Maybe the water never changes
It was warm and dark, maybe the water never changes

It’s clear now, smooth and glasslike
You can see yourself
A pebble drops and circles move out

Till the bottom drops
And the water falls
And the bottom drops

Chorus
Norman’s Puzzled
Written by Renee Cologne
Are you upright? Are you virtuous?
Answer "yes" from your little safe box
Are you moral? Are your ethics in order?
Yes, is so easy when there’s no gray for borders

Norman lives inside a box
His box has many rooms
Each room made up of another box
And this is his world

Norman’s friends call him norm
Norm as in normalv So we are represented by Norm
God help us all
Norman’s puzzled
Norman’s puzzled

The nicest thing about this box
Is that it was handed down
No decisions to be made
Regarding color or fit

A hand-me-down room for religion
A second hand space for tradition
Emotions on the second floor
And this is his world

Chorus

Oh Norman don’t you see to get out of that box
You have to believe in dreams
You have to believe in dreams

Norman’s Puzzled still . . .
Goodnight, Sweet Earth
Written by Renee Cologne
And so, and so, and so Goodnight, Sweet Earth
The message is faint
The messengers are few
And the angels weary
From trying so hard

But the light is bright oh
But the light is bright
And the silver thread
Rises to the heavens, through love

And so, and so, and Goodnight, Sweet Earth
Sweet Earth
Sweet Earth