Wasteland from Heirlooms & Hearsay by Roxanne de Bastion

In my hometown
they've dismantled the walls
carried off the pieces
one by one
forgotten are the words written into stone
for what are they worth against a housing loan?
It's only wasteland...

On the pavements
they've installed the machines
a thousand glassy eyes
staring at me
today I'd rather not be seen by anyone
for I do not know what I have become
I'm here on wasteland...

In the libraries
they've rewritten the books
crowned men as kings
when really they're crooks
I wonder what went down in between the lines
torn out are the pages from the rusty spines
they burn on wasteland...

Here I am in the front row and no one's on stage
where once was spotlight now is dark, strange
only wasteland...

On the graveyard
they're building hotels
fluffing up the pillows
so no one can tell
you're lying where I once took my final stride
face down in the mud, heading for the other side
it's only wasteland to them now

• Alternative
• Berlin Wall
• acoustic
• gentrification
• solo artist
• London