The Roads We Ride

by Wily Bo Walker & E D Brayshaw

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Nicolas RESSOT Wily Bo Walker, c'est un type à qui on ne la fait pas ! Avec une voix qui va de Chris Rea à Tom Waits, en passant par Dr John, et un jeu de guitare d'une fluidité et d'une grande classe ; il laisse le Clan Campbell et le Label 5 à ceux qui n'y connaissent rien, ouvre un Laphroaig ou un Ardbeg et nous distille un blues-rock que seuls les grands savent maîtriser...La classe quoi ! Favorite track: Storm Warning.
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NIGHT’S SO STILL AS DARKENING SKIES SHOW THUNDER STORMS ARE COMING RACING CLOUDS AND RAGING WINDS BRING A WARNING OF HAIL STONES DRUMMING COMING DOWN WITH A VENGEANCE REVENGE IS RISING UPON THIS ONE HORSE TOWN LIGHTNING STRIKES ACROSS THE SKY AND LIGHTS THE NIGHT AS THE NIGHTMARE SOUNDS THERE’S A STORM WARNING ON MY RADIO STORM WARNING LORD THIS TIME SHE’S GONNA BLOW HEAR THAT STORM WARNING ON MY RADIO STORM WARNING GONNA PACK MY THINGS AND GO… IT’S JUST A COUPLE OF ACRES OF DESERT SCRUB WE’VE BEEN SCRATCHING THE SOIL SINCE BEFORE THE WAR ME AND MY BABY NEVER THOUGHT TO TURN IT IN BUT IF THIS TWISTER TAKES ITS TOLL WE WON’T BE FARMING HERE NO MORE I HAD IT ON THE MARKET SINCE LORD KNOWS WHEN BUT NO-ONE’S GONNA BUY IN TORNADO LAND NO SUBSIDIES FOR DAMAGE NO INSURANCE FOR LOSS TOO PROUD, TOO DUMB TO WEIGH UP THE COST THERE’S A STORM WARNING ON MY RADIO STORM WARNING LORD THIS TIME SHE’S GONNA BLOW HEAR THAT STORM WARNING ON MY RADIO STORM WARNING GONNA PACK MY THINGS AND GO… SILENCE HANGS IN TORNADO LAND I GOT A TROUBLING MIND DEBRIS LYING ACROSS THE GROUND SOME THINGS YOU GOTTA KEEP WELL SOME YOU LEAVE THEM BEHIND SHE STANDS ON THE PORCH CRYING TEARS IN THE RAIN AND ALL HER PRETTY DREAMS ARE TORN I WONDER WHAT CAN SURVIVE WHEN ALL YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE IS SHOT TO PIECES IN THE HEAT OF THE STORM THERE’S A STORM WARNING ON MY RADIO STORM WARNING LORD THIS TIME SHE’S GONNA BLOW HEAR THAT STORM WARNING ON MY RADIO STORM WARNING GONNA PACK MY THINGS AND GO… © 2010 E D Brayshaw / Lesley Brayshaw. All Rights Reserved Extra Lyrics: Wily Bo Walker
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WELL IT SURE TURNED OUT LIKE SOME KIND OF SUMMER WHAT WITH THE HEAT AND THE WIND AND THE RAIN WE WERE LIVING IN THE DEEP SOUTH A PASSION BURNING IN OUR VEINS ONE NIGHT BABY SAYS SHE FEELS THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG HERE SHE FEEL A TERROR LIKE A HEARTBEAT DEEP INSIDE AND THEN BABY SAID SHE WOULD BABY SAYS SHE MIGHT JUST TAKE A LITTLE DRIVE OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT I WANNA KNOW WHERE BABY DON’T GO I WANNA KNOW I WANNA KNOW WHERE BABY DON’T GO WHERE GOES MY BABY? MY BABY TONIGHT? WHEN IT TURNED INTO THE COOL OF NOVEMBER I KIND OF KNEW I’D NEVER SEE HER AGAIN IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT WHEN YOUR DREAMS TURN TO ICE I SWEAR I HEARD HER CALLING OUT MY NAME TODAY I HEARD THEY'D FOUND HER CHEVY BURIED HALFWAY DOWN IN THAT TAHOE MUD BUT IT WAS EMPTY INSIDE LIKE MY BABY’S EYES WHEN SHE TOOK TO DISAPPEAR OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT I WANNA KNOW WHERE BABY DON’T GO I WANNA KNOW I WANNA KNOW WHERE BABY DON’T GO WHERE GOES MY BABY MY BABY TONIGHT? AND I’VE BEEN DRIVING THROUGH THESE STREETS IN THE MOONLIGHT TRYING TO FIND A REASON WHY IT'LL TAKE A FOOL LIKE ME NOT TO REALISE REALISE I NEED MY BABY TONIGHT… © 2012 Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved.
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IN THIS TOWN TELEVISION SHUTS OFF AT TWO WHAT CAN A LONELY ROCK’N’ROLLER DO A BED SO BIG THE SHEETS ARE CLEAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND SAID YOU WERE JAMES DEAN A STYROFOAM ICE BUCKET FULL OF ICE COME UP TO MY MOTEL ROOM AND TREAT ME NICE I DON’T WANT TO MAKE NO LATE NIGHT NEW YORK CALLS I DON’T WANT TO STARE AT THESE UGLY GRASSMAT WALLS CHRONOLOGICALLY I KNOW YOU’RE YOUNG COS WHEN YOU KISSED ME IN THE CLUB YOU BIT MY TONGUE I’LL WRITE A SONG FOR YOU AND PUT IT ON MY NEXT LP COME UP TO MY MOTEL ROOM AND SLEEP WITH ME THERE’S A BIBLE IN THE DRAWER DON’T BE AFRAID I’LL PUT UP A SIGN TO WARN THE CLEAN UP MAID THERE’S LOTS OF SOAP AND LOTS OF TOWELS NEVER MIND THOSE DESK CLERK SCOWLS I’LL BUY YOU BREAKFAST AND THEY’LL THINK YOU’RE MY WIFE COME UP TO MY MOTEL ROOM AND SAVE MY LIFE
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SOMEBODY LOAN ME A DIME I NEED TO CALL MY OLD TIME USED TO BE USED TO BE SOMEBODY LOAN ME A DIME I NEED TO CALL MY OLD TIME USED TO BE LITTLE GIRL’S BEEN GONE SO LONG YOU KNOW IT’S A’WORRYING ME HEY LORD, IT’S WORRYING WORRYING ME WELL I KNOW SHE’S A GOOD LITTLE GIRL BUT AT THAT TIME I JUST DID NOT UNDERSTAND I KNOW SHE’S A GOOD LITTLE GIRL BUT AT THAT TIME LORD I JUST DID NOT UNDERSTAND SOMEBODY LOAN ME A DIME YOU KNOW I NEED A HELPING HAND A HELPING HAND YOU KNOW I CRIED, LORD I CRIED JUST LIKE A BABY MMM, ALL NIGHT LONG…ALL NIGHT LONG LORD I CRIED MMM JUST LIKE A BABY ALL NIGHT LONG OH ALL NIGHT LONG… SOMEBODY BETTER LOAN ME THAT DIME I NEED MY BABY I NEED MY BABY HERE AT HOME LORD I NEED MY BABY HERE AT HOME
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LISTEN TO YOUR HEARTBEAT, BABY CAN YOU FEEL IT NEXT TO MINE LIFT YOUR LOVELIGHT TO THE WORLD AND LET IT SHINE CAN YOU HEAR THOSE WAVES A-CRASHING DARLING, SOUND LIKE THUNDER ON THE SHORE BREATHE IN DEEP THE NIGHT LET YOUR SPIRIT SOAR BABY I WILL TAKE YOU BY THE HAND WHEN I SAY THAT I WILL DIE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU'LL UNDERSTAND BABY I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR DEEP SEPTEMBER RED TURNS TOO… WHEN THE DARKEST SHADOWS FALL CAST YOUR NIGHTMARES TO THE WALL I WILL HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS SHELTERED FROM IT ALL WHEN THOSE DEMONS IN THE NIGHT LORD, AND THAT LIGHTNING STARTS TO STRIKE I WILL TAKE YOU BY YOUR HAND AND LEAD YOU TO THE LIGHT BABY I AM JUST A MAN WHEN I SAY THAT I WILL DIE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND BABY I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR DEEP SEPTEMBER RED TURNS TO WINTER BLUE BABY I WILL TAKE YOU BY THE HAND WHEN I SAY THAT I WILL DIE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU'LL UNDERSTAND BABY I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR DEEP SEPTEMBER RED TURNS TOO… BABY I AM JUST A MAN WHEN I SAY THAT I WILL DIE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND BABY I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOUR DEEP SEPTEMBER RED TURNS TO WINTER BLUE… © 2012 Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved
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WELL I DON’T KNOW WHAT I SAID TO YOU ON THAT STRANGE AND FATEFUL DAY YOU TURNED AROUND AND SMILED YOUR SMILE WALKED AWAY SOMETHING IN THE WAY YOU MOVED ME SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE I NEVER SAW YOU SO ALONE THE NIGHT JUDGE CARTER DIED… THE NIGHT JUDGE CARTER DIED MAMA C. CAME UP TO ME IF MY MEMORY SERVES ME WELL TAKE A DRIVE DOWN ROTHKO BOY TAKE A MOONLIGHT RIDE TO HELL HER EYES SHONE LIKE DIAMONDS ECHOING YOUR PAIN AND IF I SAW YOU JUST THAT ONCE I NEVER SAW YOUR FACE AGAIN AND WHEN THE STARS COME OUT I’LL HAVE A BETTER IDEA WHERE WE ARE STUCK BETWEEN HEAVEN AND THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR DADDY’S CAR DON’T THE MOON ON THE GROUND MAKE SUCH A DELICATE SOUND? WELL I’M SORRY IF HE HURT YOU I’M SORRY IF HE MADE YOU CRY BUT TONIGHT WE GOT EACH OTHER WE GOT MIDNIGHT AS OUR ALIBI… WHEN I THINK OF YOU I BURN, I BURN… WHEN I THINK OF YOU I BURN… AND WHEN THE STARS COME OUT I’LL HAVE A BETTER IDEA WHERE WE ARE LORD WHERE WE ARE STUCK BETWEEN HEAVEN AND THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR DADDY’S CAR WELL THIS ROAD RUNS FOREVER TWEEN SAND AND THE SKY DOWN AMONGST THE PAIN AND THE LIES WHERE YOUR DREAMS BECOME TWISTED TANGLED UP IN THE NIGHT OH DARLING… WHEN I THINK OF YOU I BURN WHEN I THINK OF YOU I BURN… I’VE BEEN THROUGH EVERY MEMORY AND IF A STONE'S BEEN LEFT UNTURNED IT’S WHEN IT ALL COMES DOWN I THINK OF YOU AND I BURN… WHEN I THINK OF YOU I BURN… I CAN TELL YOU TALES OF MURDER I CAN SPIN YOU SUICIDE WHEN THE TRUTH COMES DOWN I SWEAR TO GOD I NEVER REALISED BABY TALKS IN SWEET REVENGE BABY’S GOT A GUN WE HITCHED A RIDE TO CALIFORNIA… WE’RE BOTH KILLERS ON THE RUN WE’RE ALL JUST KILLERS ON THE RUN… ON THE RUN… OUT HERE WE ARE TWISTED OUT HERE WE ARE ALONE OUT HERE WE ARE BEAUTIFUL… OUT HERE WE ARE STONE OUT HERE WE ARE ALONE OH SO BEAUTIFUL… STONE COLD BEAUTIFUL… © 2015 Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved.
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HEAVEN KNOWS WHO MIGHT HAVE SENT YOU HEAVEN KNOWS WHERE YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN BUT REVENGE MUST SEEM LIKE SUCH A SWEET, SWEET THING TO A PRETTY GIRL OF SEVENTEEN TELLING STORIES OF YOU GUNNING FOR THE HEART OF THIS TOWN TELLING STORIES OF YOUR COMRADES IN HELL WELL THERE’S ONE DAMNED STORY NEVER ECHOES A SOUND THROUGH THE STREETS OF EVANSVILLE… YOU’RE RUNNING WILD RUNNING OUT OF CONTROL YOU AND THE DEVIL PLAYING CARDS FOR A PIECE OF YOUR SOUL YOU’RE RUNNING WILD RUNNING OUT OF CONTROL THEY FOUND YOUR DADDY DEAD LATE ONE NIGHT SAID HE GOT DRUNK – HE SLIPPED AND FELL BUT THERE WERE SHADOWS RUNNING THROUGH THE PALE MOONLIGHT RUNNING DOWN PAST CARTERS WELL THEY BURNED YOUR MOTHERS TRAILER YOUR KIND AIN’T WELCOME IN THIS TOWN WHEN THEY WERE SIFTING THROUGH THE ASHES, HONEY, YOUR BODY WAS NEVER FOUND YOU’RE RUNNING WILD RUNNING OUT OF CONTROL YOU AND THE DEVIL PLAYING CARDS FOR A PIECE OF YOUR SOUL YOU’RE RUNNING WILD RUNNING OUT OF CONTROL I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT IN THE PAPER PRETTY GIRL MAKING FRONT PAGE NEWS WITH A SMILE AS WIDE AS THAT PAIN YOU HIDE IT READ THAT YOU HAD NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE IT READ HOW YOU’D HESITATED BEFORE YOU BLEW THE GAS STATION AND THE LIQUOR STORE AND THAT A GUN IS NO EXCUSE FOR HATRED AND FOR ALWAYS CRYING OUT, CRYING OUT FOR MORE… YOU’RE RUNNING WILD RUNNING OUT OF CONTROL YOU AND THE DEVIL PLAYING CARDS FOR A PIECE OF YOUR SOUL YOU’RE RUNNING WILD RUNNING OUT OF CONTROL © 2017 Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved
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I'VE GOT TIME ON MY HANDS WELL I'VE GOT MONEY IN MY POCKET I FEEL THE COOL WINTER BREEZE WHISTLE THROUGH THE TREES SHE HAS MY PICTURE IN HER LOCKET I'M GOING TO CALIFORNIA WITH A SUITCASE FULL OF SIN A WORLD OF BAD INTENTION AND A DREAM TO RAP A DREAM TO WRAP THEM IN I GOT A DREAM TO WRAP THEM IN… I GOT THE SCREAMING OF THE TYRES THE HOWLING OF THE BLUES I’VE GOT MYSELF NOT A DAMN THING LEFT… I GOT THE MOON SHINING ABOVE ME I GOT THE ROAD STRETCHING OUT AHEAD GOT A BELLY FULL OF BOURBON, BABY AND THE WORDS I HEARD YOU'D SAID A MADMAN IN MY SOUL TROUBLE IN MY MIND A WORLD OF PROMISE BROKEN THAT I JUST CAN’T LEAVE I JUST CAN’T LEAVE BEHIND I JUST CAN’T LEAVE BEHIND… I GOT THE SCREAMING OF THE TYRES THE HOWLING OF THESE BLUES I’VE GOT MYSELF NOT A DAMN THING LEFT TO LOSE… I GOT THE MOON SHINING ABOVE ME I GOT THE ROAD STRETCHING OUT AHEAD IF IT ALL ADDS UP TO SOMETHING IN THE MORNING WELL THEN GIRL WE’D BE BETTER OFF DEAD… A LOT OF PEOPLE THINK I'VE GOT NOBODY A LOT OF PEOPLE THINK I’M ALONE BUT DON'T THE MOON ON THE GROUND MAKE SUCH A DELICATE SOUND AND THE STARS… WELL THEY’RE MADE OUT OF STONE… AND I'VE GOT LOVE AND I'VE GOT HATE TATTOOED ACROSS MY HANDS THE SINS OF THE FATHERS GET FORGOTTEN IN THIS LAND! BUT NO MORE… I SAID NOW BABY NO MORE © 2019 E D Brayshaw & Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved
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CAN YOU HEAR THAT WILD DOG HOWLING BY THE HANGING TREE THAT IS NO CRY FOR JUSTICE JUST A SIGN TO SET YOU FREE YOU CAN RIDE FROM UNION CITY TOWARDS JACKSON, TENNESSEE AND HOPE THAT NO-ONE KNOWS YOU OR KNOWS ENOUGH TO LET YOU BE CAN YOU HEAR THAT LONESOME WHISTLE CAN YOU FEEL YOUR BEATING HEART LOOK ACROSS THOSE EMPTY SPACES WONDER WHERE YOU’RE GONNA START WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE DRAW, WIN OR LOSE THIS ROAD GOES ON FOREVER… MY TENNESSEE BLUES THERE’S A MOCKINGBIRD FLYING HIGH A SUN FALLING FROM A CRIMSON SKY AND THREE STARS THAT LEAD YOU ON AND ON… WELL I STILL CARRY THE MELODY OF THE SONGS MY DADDY SANG TO ME BEFORE HE PACKED HIS BAGS AND WAS UP AND GONE CAN YOU HEAR THAT LONESOME WHISTLE CAN YOU FEEL YOUR BEATING HEART LOOK ACROSS THOSE EMPTY SPACES WONDER WHERE YOU’RE GONNA START WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE DRAW, WIN OR LOSE THIS ROAD GOES ON FOREVER… MY TENNESSEE BLUES ALWAYS THOUGHT OF MOVING NORTH TO A PLACE I ONCE CALLED HOME PLAY THOSE SONGS I USED TO PLAY IN STREETS I USED TO ROAM BUT THERE’S ANOTHER EMPTY SUNSET ANOTHER TRAIN TO RIDE ANOTHER DREAM TO KEEP YOU ALL FROM BURNING UP INSIDE CAN YOU HEAR THAT LONESOME WHISTLE CAN YOU FEEL YOUR BEATING HEART LOOK ACROSS THOSE EMPTY SPACES WONDER WHERE YOU’RE GONNA START? WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE DRAW, WIN OR LOSE THIS ROAD GOES ON FOREVER… MY TENNESSEE BLUES THREE STARS IN THE SUNSET… LIGHT MY TENNESSEE BLUES © 2017 E D Brayshaw. All Rights Reserved Extra lyrics © 2017 Wily Bo Walker, All Rights Reserved
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WELL IT’S BEEN FIVE LONG YEARS SINCE THAT TORNADO TOOK MY LIFE AND TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN I’VE HAD TO BITE MY TONGUE TAKE THE UNION DIME ON THE DARK SIDE OF THAT OLD IMMIGRANT TOWN WHEN THE REPO MAN FINALLY CUT OFF MY HANDS THE ELEMENTS LEVELLED MY LAND AND LEFT ME TO DROWN THE WIND TOOK ALL MY BELONGINGS AND THE RAIN TOOK ALL OF MY PRIDE THE AUTHORITIES LEFT ME NO OPTION AND THE SHAME LEFT ME NOWHERE TO HIDE AFTER THE STORM THERE’S BEEN NO NEW MORNING AFTER THE STORM LORD I’VE BEEN ALL ALONE AFTER THE STORM SHOULD’VE HEEDED THE WARNING COS IT LEFT ME HERE WITH NOWHERE TO GO I HEARD THAT BIG CITY CALLING ME EVEN A BANKRUPT FARMER CAN TRY AGAIN I DON’T REALLY CARE WHAT I DO RIGHT NOW I GUESS I’LL TURN MY HAND TO ANYTHING I HEARD NO STORM WARNING AS IT CAME FROM THE SKY AND THE CONCRETE STARTED TO FLY AROUND ME AGAIN… THE WIND TOOK ALL MY BELONGINGS AND THE RAIN TOOK ALL OF MY PRIDE THE AUTHORITIES LEFT ME NO OPTION AND THE SHAME LEFT ME NOWHERE TO HIDE AFTER THE STORM THERE’S BEEN NO NEW MORNING AFTER THE STORM LORD I’VE BEEN ALL ALONE AFTER THE STORM SHOULD’VE HEEDED THAT WARNING COS IT LEFT ME HERE WITH NOWHERE TO GO AND NOW THE BOTTLE IS EMPTY THE LAST SHRED OF DECENCY I BELIEVE IN IS TORN DO I STILL THINK IT’S WORTH MY WHILE CARING AT ALL? AFTER THE STORM… © 2019 E D Brayshaw. All Rights Reserved.
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THIS IS THE STORY OF JOHNNY AND LOUISE DOWN ON KENNEDY BOULEVARD COULD BE THE STORY OF YOU AND ME LOSING TRACK OF WHO WE BOTH ARE SOME HOLD ON TO DREAMS SOME HOLD ON TO THE FEAR THAT THEY’RE JUST GROWING OLD… LOUISE TURNS TO JOHNNY PUTS HER HAND INTO HIS WITH A SMILE THAT ONLY HE KNOWS SUCH A LONG WAY TO HEAVEN SUCH A LONG WAY HOME JOHNNY SAYS “LOUISE, I DON’T KNOW HOW FAR WE’VE COME DOWN THIS ROAD THIS TOWN DON’T HOLD THE SAME FASCINATION I DON’T KNOW WHICH WAY WE SHOULD GO” HE LOOKS ACROSS TO THE SUN SINKING DOWN IN THE SHIMMERING, SHIMMERING GOLD ‘I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY CALL A PLACE YOU CAN’T RETURN FROM… LORD… I DON’T WANT TO KNOW’ SUCH A LONG WAY TO HEAVEN SUCH A LONG WAY HOME TIRED AND ALONE AND A LONG WAY FROM HOME JOHNNY AND SWEET, SWEET LOUISE… PULLED THEIR HOPES OUT OF THE OCEAN HAND IN HAND IN THE SWEET SUMMER BREEZE SUCH A LONG WAY TO HEAVEN SUCH A LONG WAY HOME WHEN YOU’RE DOWN UPON YOUR LUCK YOU’RE LUCKY TO HAVE SOMEONE YOU CAN HOLD SUCH A LONG WAY FROM HEAVEN SUCH A LONG WAY FROM HOME… © 2019 Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved.
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RIDING ALL NIGHT THROUGH THE BACK STREETS OF MY HOME TOWN RIDING THROUGH THE STREETS OF MY OLD TOWN I FEEL THE WIND IN MY HAIR AND THE RAIN COME TUMBLING DOWN THE SOUND OF THE TYRES LIKE A WHISPER HISS ACROSS THE GROUND… THE CITY SLEEPS - I CAN HEAR HER CRYING MY SISTER SLEEPS AND I SWEAR I CAN HEAR HER CRY I'M GONNA TAKE A LITTLE RIDE GONNA TAKE IT PAST ALL BOUNDARIES AND COUNTY LINES A KILLER IN THE NIGHT BETWEEN THE SAND AND THE SKY I'M GONNA TAKE IT ON DOWN TAKE IT ON DOWN THIS LONELY ROAD OUT HERE WE ARE STONE OUT HERE WE ARE ALONE OUT HERE WE ARE OH SO BEAUTIFUL AND THE ROAD WE RIDE WHERE OUR DREAMS COLLIDE IS ALL WE CAN EVER CALL OUR OWN WE ARE STONE WE ARE ALONE OUT HERE WE ARE… HAUNTED BUT OH SO BEAUTIFUL… OH SO BEAUTIFUL… GONNA TAKE IT ON DOWN TAKE IT DOWN MCKENZIE RIDGE WELL I HEAR TALK ONE TIME SOME PEOPLE GONNA BUILD A BRIDGE YOU HEAR TALK LIKE THAT YOU CAN BET YOUR LIFE THEY NEVER DID… THEY NEVER DID AND ALL THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE ALL YOU'RE LEAVING BEHIND FRAGMENTED MOMENTS STRANDED IN TIME NOW I'M HEADING DOWN MCKENZIE A TWISTED PATH BETWEEN THE SAND AND THE SKY… WE ARE ALL OF US ALONE IN THIS DESERT TONIGHT… I'M GONNA TAKE IT ON DOWN TAKE IT ON DOWN THIS DUSTY ROAD OUT HERE WE ARE STONE OUT HERE WE ARE ALONE OUT HERE WE ARE OH SO BEAUTIFUL AND THIS ROAD WE RIDE WHERE OUR DREAMS COLLIDE IS ALL WE CAN EVER CALL OUR OWN WE ARE STONE WE ARE ALONE OUT HERE WE ARE… TWISTED HAUNTED BUT OH SO BEAUTIFUL OH SO BEAUTIFUL… © 2019 Wily Bo Walker. All Rights Reserved
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Instrumental © 2019 E D Brayshaw. All Rights Reserved.
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about

THREE PEOPLE - TWO PATHS - ONE STORY

‘The Roads We Ride’ is a film noir script.
A storyboard and soundtrack.
A concept album.
Cinematic theatre.
A cheap novel in a dime-store.
Wily Bo & EDB’s blues-infused threepenny Rock Opera.

A story of three people and the paths they take...

The title song, though? It's is about death. My death. Your death.
Yep, we’re all going down that particular road, hurtling towards who knows what?
Heaven? Hell?
The abyss at a fictional ‘McKenzie Ridge’?
A town named ‘VoodooVille’?

So that song has personal meaning.
All the songs do, truth be told - there’s a bit of me in all of my stories. And chances are, if we’ve ever met in a bar, there’s a bit of you in them too

The remaining 12 songs?

Well, they comprise a tale of our three friends and their twinned destinies

Let me introduce you to them:

Louise Carter - Dreamer & drifter. Daughter of notorious criminal, Jules Cartier, aka 'Judge Carter - The Frenchman'. Spent a lifetime on the lam…

Johnny Powell - Troubadour son of an itinerant preacher & con man.
He wears his father's smile...

Harry Morgan - An honourable man but unlucky & one of life's 'have-nots'. Son of an ex-gunrunner, his path seems preordained...

Setting:

1996 - The Big Storm

Background:

It’s a common misconception that there is only one Tornado Alley
In the deep south there is another just as devastating - Dixie Alley

Harry and Louise’s relationship was spinning out of control long before the storm broke. That was just the final act in their short journey together

Louise found Johnny playing guitar in some roadhouse the night she left

Harry never knew what happened to Louise. Found her car over in Lake Tahoe they said

Harry’s path is a downward spiral of alcohol, bad luck, shattered dreams and bad timing.
September, five years later, in New York he takes in the dawn...

Johnny and Louise’s spree concludes on the other side of the continent

All roads lead to VoodooVille...

credits

released March 15, 2019

Wily Bo Walker - Vocals, Backing Vocals & Storytelling
E D Brayshaw - Guitars, Instrumentation & Backing Vocals

Kareña K - Backing Vocals on Tracks 1 and Tracks 3 to 9

Special Guests on 'The Ballad of Johnny and Louise':
Adrienne Brown - Backing Vocals
Andrea Brown - Backing Vocals
Vanessa Brown-Dukes - Backing Vocals


Produced by Wily Bo Walker

Mastered at Abbey Road Studios, London UK

Artwork © 2018 Zhana D'Arte. All Rights Reserved.


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"Wily Bo Walker and E D Brayshaw have created a musical word painting that lives and breathes atmospheric magic"
B.Noel Barr, Music Writer Dude
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Wily Bo Walker is a Scottish artist & songwriter noted for his characterful vocals & swaggering 'live' performances

Inducted in to the U.S. Blues Hall of Fame as a Master Blues Artist, Wily Bo adds his blues-infused style across the many genres of his work

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