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Originally released on the 'Three' EP - 20th March 2020

lyrics

Dead leaves and dust at my feet,
Forsaken smiles in the street,
A lifeless town where the minstrels perform for pennies,
Their songs of hope incomplete.
Nearby, the old ladies meet to hum along and agree.

Men share their stories and scars down at The Oddfellow's Arms,
Tales of days gone by when pride was free and work was plenty.
Old fingers yellowed with tar dig deep in old penny jars.
Drink to forget where they are.

Dead spaces.
Crippled communities.
Wallets light.
Belts ever tighter.
Dark places forged by austerity,
Camouflaged in shades of grey, for here there is no colour brighter.

Youth congregating in vain, the poster boys for disdain,
Who speak like yardbirds to each other's mild indifference.
Through urban language they claim their misdemeanours, profane,
With no arrests to their names.

The homeless sleep on the floors in bankrupt businessmen's doors,
And pray for charity and grace that isn't coming.
It wasn't this way before the independent got poor.
Their lifestyle may soon be yours.

Dead spaces.
Crippled communities.
Wallets light.
Belts ever tighter.
Dark places forged by austerity,
Camouflaged in shades of grey, for here there is no colour brighter.

Dead spaces.
Crippled communities.
Here there are no colours brighter.
Dark places forged by austerity,
Camouflaged in shades of grey.

In power and ignorant bliss,
From ivory towers dismissed.
Just pigs in troughs with no cares, fears or obligations.
I walk the concrete abyss,
Skip cracks in pavements and wish for some day better than this.

Dead spaces.
Crippled communities.
Wallets light.
Belts ever tighter.
Dark places forged by austerity,
Camouflaged in shades of grey, for here there are no colours bright.

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from Can't Sing The Blues Like Johnson (EPs, Singles & Demos 2018​-​2020), released March 21, 2021
Music by B.Leese, J.Leese, R.Gwynne
Lyrics by R. Gwynne

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Wolves In Alcatraz emerged from the gritty Stoke-on-Trent underground in late 2017, born of a shared love for raw, unapologetic music.
Fronted by raw, aggressive guitarist/vocalist Ben Leese, anchored by the thunderous bass grooves of Dave Owen, and driven by the relentless, pounding drums of Luke Morgan, Wolves In Alcatraz are a force to be reckoned with. ... more

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