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Moving a little bit back to my earlier sound - more acoustics, less Tele. I wrote this after watching a show about Edith Piaf Not biographically correct necessarily, but I liked the way the words worked with the music. The waifs at the graveside came from a visit in 2005 - two otherwise "modern" young girls - maybe 14 or 15 - crying their eyes out at Piaf's grave in Pere Lachaise.
A solo, non-PBGB song.
A solo, non-PBGB song.
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Lyrics
Renegade Skin
©2010 Neil Porter
You started from the bottom
Your winter clothes were paper-thin
Your mama couldn’t keep you
You grew a renegade skin
Singing on the corner
Drifting with the wind
You found a new daddy
You grew a renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
New daddy got things started
You went from win to win
One thing never left though
You grew a renegade skin
You were the toast of Paris
The good reviews were in
You lost him in the Azores
You grew a renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
One last night at the Olympia
Desperately thin
No-one left to save you
You grew a renegade skin
At your grave in Pere Lachaise
Two waifs cried tears like rain
Way too young to have known you
In your renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
©2010 Neil Porter
You started from the bottom
Your winter clothes were paper-thin
Your mama couldn’t keep you
You grew a renegade skin
Singing on the corner
Drifting with the wind
You found a new daddy
You grew a renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
New daddy got things started
You went from win to win
One thing never left though
You grew a renegade skin
You were the toast of Paris
The good reviews were in
You lost him in the Azores
You grew a renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin
One last night at the Olympia
Desperately thin
No-one left to save you
You grew a renegade skin
At your grave in Pere Lachaise
Two waifs cried tears like rain
Way too young to have known you
In your renegade skin
You fit so tight
In your renegade skin
You feel so right
In your renegade skin



































































magnatone
ooh neil, i really really like this! your guitar in the intro is just sensational! really thoughtful lyrics, great driving energy that kinda keeps you on the edge of your chair. great work neil!