Wasteland

A lot of my old music isn't around anymore, partially because it sucked, secondly I gave up trying to accomplish single handed what a team did better. Now what you <strong>probably</strong> wont know is that once upon a time I <strong>did</strong> land at the old Mix from a very brief spell as a singer songwriter, but my primary home was on Unsigned Band Web where I had a heck of a lot of memories. Recently I thought "why the hell not" and stuck up "Home Leaving" (recently being 11 hrs 30 minutes ago according to the time frame they have listed next to new songs.) 2 plays one download-not bad. Anyway sidetracking here.<br /><br />I thought wouldn't it be cool if I let you all <strong>listen</strong> to what I used to do, and thankfully I don't have to sit there with ya while you listen lol, I'd probably drop dead through embarassment! First here's the lyrics, and my artist name was <strong>Will Bailey</strong> named after me and my son. Although I first went under Don Brooks, then Seeking Savannah.<br /><br />
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<td class="postbody" valign="top"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WASTELAND</span> <br /><address> (c)willbailey2005 </address> <br /> There's a blood red moon risin' <br /> As the vampires come out to play <br /> Murderers and thieves rise from their beds <br /> Deep in their hideaways <br /> The distant beast of thunder <br /> Calls it's hungry roar <br /> Tonight there's gonna be a death ballet <br /> Like you never seen before <br /> <br /> Livin' it up in the wasteland <br /> Livin' it up in the wasteland, baby <br /> Livin' it up in the wasteland <br /> We may escape with our lives <br /> <br /> The hotrods lie in waiting <br /> For their riders praying in the dust <br /> There's a hunger and fear <br /> That turns to angry lust <br /> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">BRIDGE</span> <br /> <br /> And a million miles away there's people <br /> In their fancy steel built homes <br /> Who will pass away with thier family <br /> Out here you die alone <br /> <br /> The girls are hitchin' up their skirts <br /> Hopin' to be caught <br /> They're just cattle in the market ring <br /> Ready to be sold and bought <br /> <br /> Livin' it up in the wasteland <br /> Livin' it up in the wasteland, baby <br /> Livin' it up in the wasteland <br /> We may escape with our lives</td>
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and here's the link to paste into the browser:<br /><br />http://www.unsignedbandweb.com/music/bands/2231/<br /><br />oh and there's a second track there called Dead Of The Night, lyrics below:<br /><br />DEAD OF THE NIGHT <br /> &copy;willbailey2005 <br /> <br /> In a quiet chapter of nowhere <br /> A lonely shadow stands <br /> Chokin' on a cigarette <br /> Held by aging hands <br /> In his mind flows memories <br /> Of people he can't fight <br /> Hopin' to seal his own fate <br /> In the dead of the night <br /> <br /> Tramps on the corner <br /> Burn trash in white hot metal <br /> Staring lost and hurt <br /> Into their man made hell <br /> Burnin' embers their lives <br /> Drifting upward to the sky <br /> Hopin' to save their souls <br /> In the dead of the night <br /> <br /> Young girl earnin' money <br /> By sellin' her sacred temple <br /> The job's night work <br /> But the money plentyful <br /> Deep down she's a check out girl <br /> Or maybe a a lovin' wife <br /> But dreams don't exist <br /> In the dead of the night <br /> <br /> And all over this world people cry <br /> As what they hope for fades away <br /> <br /> It all turns to dust <br /> In the dead of the night <br /> It all turns to hell <br /> In the dead of the night<br /><br />