Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wastelands, artist - Midge Ure.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Wastelands |
The boy is listening to those records from the past |
He wants to make them last |
For they make him feel alive |
They are the voices of the faces on the wall |
He listens to them all |
Hangs on every little tale they tell |
Knows them all and their life stories |
Shares their pain and shares their glories |
One day he even cut their names upon his skin |
They mean that much to him |
For them he’d take the test |
His bedroom window opens to the evening air |
The fox is in his lair |
The volume of his system is full on |
But the neighbors moan and the parents call |
This angry noise is the muzak of the wastelands |
Wastelands, the wastelands, wastelands |
The boy is dressing in the fashion of the day |
The kids all dress that way, you can tell them anywhere |
The boy looks out and sees his friends are waiting there |
In the cold electric glare |
Of those lamps that make you think that night is day |
They drag their lusts into your sight |
With shouts and screams they meet the night |
They block your way in twos and fours |
In uniforms from city stores |
They’re closing in, who knows the score |
It won’t be long before |
A martyr’s blood is nourishing the wastelands |
Wastelands, yes, it won’t be long before |
A martyr’s blood is nourishing the wastelands |
Wastelands, the wastelands |
Wastelands, oh, wastelands |
Wastelands, yes, it won’t be long before |
A martyr’s blood is nourishing the wastelands |
A martyr’s blood is nourishing the wastelands |
Wastelands, oh, wastelands |