Midge Ure - Wastelands Lyrics
The boy is listening to those records from the pastHe wants to make them lastFor they make him feel aliveThey are the voices of the faces on the wallHe listens to them allHangs on every little tale they tellKnows them all and their life storiesShares their pain and shares their gloriesOne day he even cut their names upon his skinThey mean that much to himFor them he'd take the testHis bedroom window opens to the evening airThe fox is in his lairThe volume of his system is full onBut the neighbours moan and the parents callThis angry noise is the muzak of the wastelandsWastelands, the wastelands, wastelandsThe boy is dressing in the fashion of the dayThe kids all dress that wayYou can tell them anywhereThe boy looks out and sees his friedns are waiting thereIn the cold electric glareOf those lamps that make you think that night is dayThey drag their lusts into your sightWith shouts and screams they meet the nightThey block your way in twos and foursIn uniforms from city storesThey're closing in, who knows the scoreIt won't be long beforeA martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelandsWastelandsYes it won't be long beforeA martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelandsWastelands, the wastelands, wastelands, oh wastelandsWastelandsYes it won't be long before a martyr's blood is nourishingThe wastelandsA martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelandsWastelands, oh wastelandsWords and music: M. Ure/D. Mitchell
