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renegade (acoustic)

by Camie

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1.
rockland 04:12
we came with our walls, sorrows and songs time to malinger we rose with the steel, fire at our heels madmen in rockland to render ideals and the teachers are saying god don't come round anymore and the world is saying god don't come round but i heard a voice, i felt it breathe, it made me weak in the knees i heard a voice screaming out at the sea but i realized it was just me oh let me be small and meek we danced in our sleep, devilled our dreams, and now we wake we martyr our myths, swore we'd never live like this now every song breathes like an elephant's kiss and the preachers are saying god don't come round like before but the poets are saying god can be found cause i heard a voice, i felt it breathe, it made me weak in the knees i heard a voice screaming out at the sea but i realized it was just me oh let me be small and meek now i took a walk by the river in the bite of january i heard a voice screaming out at the sea but i realized it was just me oh let me be let me be
2.
renegade 02:36
nobody's home again, oh and the nightbirds are sleeping so soft every car like a corpse in the parking lot and the traffic light's evergreen, or so it seems little bed, little rest, little sandman to slip a truth tear in my eye, oh winter goodbye but oh hell, hopeless night, what's become of my life my love's gone away again, oh, and my head's like beelzebub's rage little fire ever doused in a cage and the howl of job is screaming true in every blue little god, what have i done to you? to slip a truth tear in my eye, oh winter goodbye but oh hell, hopeless night, what's become of my life mmm and they've locked up our angels in lecture halls they've prisoned our poets away oh, love be brave, world be saved nobody's home again, mmm and the woodland's a rapture to see little branch, little twig, little me and the river's a tango away every day but the ice, but the time, anyway, so slip a truth tear in my eye, oh my soul is yours tonight but oh hell, hopeless night, what's become of my mind
3.
proserpine 05:03
far from myself and much further from him the sun is swept south and the snowfall begins memory like vines going over my head, dire days turning dreary and dead little lord love, what took you so long? i've been throwing up refrains to put in a love song, but nothing i write's ever good or right or true, but still i'm trying for you cause we've had springs, pretty things, burning red now i've got winter, time to splinter instead ooooh i said i've made many a friend, and i've got many a man asleep in my bed, on my shoulder, and i'm getting older cold little light to starve out the green there's blue in my mind, how long has it been? the skies that once warmed me turned granite and grey as the shadow of light becomes day cause we've had springs, pretty things, burning red now i've got winter, time to splinter instead ooooh i said i've made many a friend, and i've got many a man asleep in my bed, on my shoulder, and i'm getting older spring is coming let it in, spring is coming soon spring is coming let it in, spring is coming soon and now i'm far from myself and much further from him the sun is swept south and the snow is falling memory like vines growing over my head little pillow, put some rest in my bed mmm
4.
your apartment's golden grey since your lover went away now the soaring sunbeams loom and the swell of spring is coming soon and i've got a man in london but there's a woman in my room so we might be shit for loving but we'll try again in june you said to me this afternoon: write me a song of spring and i will dance you a dance in the rain oh here we are again, in your apartment our rascal-heartedness in pleasure and pain sing me a song of suns and i will dance till the day is done oh here we are again, in your apartment and maybe heaven says our hunger's to blame... oh, here we are again now your apartment's made your home, no more scars or smells of smoke got a cat with emerald eyes and a balcony for sunset strides ooh, and i'll remember every pain that makes us young and like frail trees in december, bare and full of the wrong kinds of love oh, you said to me, before you go... write me a song of spring and i will dance you a dance in the rain oh here we are again, in your apartment our rascal-heartedness in pleasure and pain sing me a song of suns and i will dance till the day is done oh here we are again, in your apartment and maybe heaven says our hunger's to blame... oh, here we are again write me and sing to me write me and sing for me write me a song of spring and i will dance you a dance in the rain oh here we are again, in your apartment our rascal-heartedness in pleasure and pain sing me a song of suns and i will dance till the day is done oh here we are again, in your apartment and maybe heaven says our hunger's to blame... oh, here we are again
5.
vienna 03:08
the winter winds blew far too long, the storm of spring is staying strong and here upon this heath of june, the babe vienna born in bloom oh cherry hill and lilac tree, what fickle hearted fools are we now winter's at its bitter end and we can learn to love again now daddy's got you cuddled close and mommy's promised you the most another winter's at its end, now we can learn to love again love is a game we learn to lose, we're born in red and buried blue another lover's at his end, now i can learn to love again oh another lover's at his end and i can learn to live again
6.
the fool 03:13
sex crept into my room like a madman with a head cloud miles thick and it came in me heavy and quick, and we loved for a bit loss came into my room like prophet and it gave me a blessing to die not a hell of a lot by my side, still i love and i loved and i -- i've dug desire a grave, for you i've slaved light crept into my room like a joker and the fool went and called me its king every day is a hell of a thing, still i go listening to the wild dogs who bark in the graveyard you would think they were barking at me and the fool said, how could that be? but i know, yes i know 'cause we we've dug desire a grave, for you i've slaved well when the fool went and made a lover, i drank his tea clear i grew and i danced to the beats to the songs in his ears now i bark at the days that are dying and you'd think i've gone dumb like a dog i can bark at myself in the graveyard as the gravedigger shuffles along i'll give desire away come on hand me a spade and i'll dig the fool's grave for love i've slaved
7.
oh lord, take me through the night let me settle down humble and quiet give a little light to raise me in day, let me run away and the lovers lie beneath me, the empress at my crown i'll enter the multitudes but i'll let you down and that's fine, that's okay, i'm best on my own anyway when you sleep, i'll be gone and when you wake, i'll have wings i fall in love with fickle things my love i was not made for rings, now i'm out of sight goodnight, goodnight, goodbye i beg you embrace dawn and carry on the days pass with an undying violence i know that lyric is weak, let me sleep for once i've been sleepwalking all these months now i finally feel awake, but i can't bare your heartbreak when you sleep i'll be gone, when you wake i'll have wings i fall in love with fickle things my love i was not made for rings, now i'm out of sight goodnight, goodnight, goodbye i beg you embrace dawn and carry on my love i was not made for rings for borrows, blues, and other things goodnight, goodnight, goodbye, carry on i'm sorry if i was unkind, i'm sorry if i made you cry oh my god i'm saying goodbye now i'm out of sight, goodnight, goodnight, goodbye i pray you embrace dawn and carry on

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camie's "renegade" is a live acoustic soft folk album, recorded in bedrooms across southern ontario in the spring and summer of 2019. honing in on ephemeral moments of introspection and revelation, "renegade" is an intimate record by a young songwriter who's just getting warmed up.

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released September 2, 2019

written, performed, and produced by camie

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Camie Toronto, Ontario

an alt folk troubadour hailing from the outskirts of toronto, canadian singer/songwriter camie has enchanted audiences for years with her intimate queer feminist croonings and delicate vocal tones.

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