Devastation demo
Robert Warrington
Vocal for an indie type rock track (or whatever). I’ve added drums but they’re separate in the zip file. Maybe someone can take things further.
There’s a drink called Devastation, they serve it at the Evening Star
A guy with dogfight eyes is being asked to settle up at the bar
The landlady stands her ground when he wants to put tonight on the slate
There’ll be daylight for a while but it already feels too late
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
Country girl, remember how we never met
That walk we never took in the land the time forgot
The way we never sat on the brow of heartbreak hill
We never met and now we never will
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
There’s no one home but the ringing won’t stop
I’m trying to get me on the phone but I’m not picking up
The whole world is running out of juice
The whole world is shrinking to a noose
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
Being lonely is a full-time occupation
Being lonely, you could call it my vocation
I hold my breath, I hold it in my hand
Death is the future and the past is made of quicksand
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
There’s a drink called Devastation, they serve it at the Evening Star
A guy with dogfight eyes is being asked to settle up at the bar
The landlady stands her ground when he wants to put tonight on the slate
There’ll be daylight for a while but it already feels too late
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
Country girl, remember how we never met
That walk we never took in the land the time forgot
The way we never sat on the brow of heartbreak hill
We never met and now we never will
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
There’s no one home but the ringing won’t stop
I’m trying to get me on the phone but I’m not picking up
The whole world is running out of juice
The whole world is shrinking to a noose
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
Being lonely is a full-time occupation
Being lonely, you could call it my vocation
I hold my breath, I hold it in my hand
Death is the future and the past is made of quicksand
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk
And as I walk the night is falling like a hawk