
Violet’s Tale Ren
"Violet’s Tale" by Ren is a #Folk song released in 2021. The lyrics explore themes of loss, longing, and the search for identity through storytelling. Its poignant narrative is enhanced by haunting melodies and rich instrumentation. The song resonates with listeners, reflecting the universal experience of navigating grief and memory.

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and bloodstained sheets, our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's tale
[Verse 2]
Violet was a silent girl, grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did, I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl, she moved out at sixteen
A sеmi-detached council flat paid for by a welfarе scheme
Packing shelves at Tesco, stacking jars like pickled bricks
She met a boy named Stevie and he was a little prick
Violet was a silent girl and Violet, she fell fast
See Stevie was a wrong'un but he sure knew how to charm her
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
History repeats itself, he'd paint her black and blue and— Ah
She never stood a chance, the devil comes to dance
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5
A lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive
Rhythmic beeps and bloodstained sheets, our lady weeps, she's tired and frail
To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's tale
[Verse 2]
Violet was a silent girl, grew up with violent starts
Her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
I'll spare you of the things he did, I'm sure her mother knew
Violet was a silent girl, she moved out at sixteen
A sеmi-detached council flat paid for by a welfarе scheme
Packing shelves at Tesco, stacking jars like pickled bricks
She met a boy named Stevie and he was a little prick
Violet was a silent girl and Violet, she fell fast
See Stevie was a wrong'un but he sure knew how to charm her
Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room
History repeats itself, he'd paint her black and blue and— Ah
She never stood a chance, the devil comes to dance
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