Midge Ure
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


Mirror lyrics:

Wastelands, oh, wastelands
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands
Wastelands, yes, it won't be long before

Wastelands, oh, wastelands
Wastelands, the wastelands

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands
Wastelands, yes, it won't be long before

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands
It won't be long before
They're closing in, who knows the score
In uniforms from city stores
They block your way in twos and fours

With shouts and screams they meet the night
They drag their lusts into your sight
Of those lamps that make you think that night is day

In the cold electric glare
The boy looks out and sees his friends are waiting there
The kids all dress that way, you can tell them anywhere
The boy is dressing in the fashion of the day

Wastelands, the wastelands, wastelands

This angry noise is the muzak of the wastelands
But the neighbors moan and the parents call
The volume of his system is full on
The fox is in his lair
His bedroom window opens to the evening air

For them he'd take the test
They mean that much to him
One day he even cut their names upon his skin

Shares their pain and shares their glories
Knows them all and their life stories
Hangs on every little tale they tell
He listens to them all

They are the voices of the faces on the wall
For they make him feel alive
He wants to make them last
The boy is listening to those records from the past


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