WANDERER | Last Chance
Channel: Wanderer Music
Date: 30/12/2023

----- THE STORY -----
The lone wanderer trudged along the dusty road that stretched onward through the parched landscape. Days of walking had brought him no closer to his unknown destination. He only knew he had to keep moving, to stay ahead of the ghosts that haunted his weary mind.

In his decades of roaming, he had seen and done much. He carried with him memories of lives saved and lost, comrades embraced and betrayed, moments of joy and seasons of sorrow. Regret did not burden him, yet neither did contentment.

A weathered signpost read "Last Chance" - an apt name for the decrepit town that lay ahead. As he drew closer, the wanderer eyed vacant buildings worn by time and neglect. A heavy silence pervaded, broken only by the whistling wind. He pondered if anyone still inhabited the ghostly town, or if it was as empty and hollow as he felt inside.

Passing the signpost, an unexpected finality settled upon him. His journey would end here, in this place devoid of life or purpose. Relief slowly grew amidst the apprehension in his heart.

Among the abandoned structures stood a large hall, perhaps once a shining church or civic building. Compelled by a flicker of curiosity, the wanderer pulled open the creaking door and stepped inside.

His eyes widened in awe. The interior walls were a kaleidoscope of vivid art - paintings, drawings, photographs, sculptures. Scenes jumped off the walls depicting wondrous places, diverse cultures, and pivotal moments. Each artwork exuded passion and teemed with life.

For the first time in forever, emotion swelled up and pierced his battered soul. Awe stirred, then inspiration, empathy, regret. A profound connection emerged, like meeting an old friend for the first time.

Slowly he circled the room, taking in every detail. He saw familiar sights from his past and foreign vistas he had only dreamed of. Faces of those once loved and hated gazed back at him. His own visage appeared and reappeared, from different eras, assuming varied roles and expressions.

Realisation dawned - this was not a random collection, but a cohesive chronicle. A story...his story. Moments of beauty and meaning entwined with emptiness and sorrow. His life in its entirety was here on these walls.

A burning need arose to meet the artist, to speak with the one soul who knew him best. The one who could perhaps understand, and even complete, his broken spirit. Eyes darting, he searched for any clue that might reveal the artist's identity or whereabouts.

At the back of the room, a solitary door beckoned. Heart racing, the wanderer turned the knob and entered the small chamber beyond. It was dark and chillingly still. In the centre sat a coffin on a stone pedestal. Above it hung a portrait of a weary traveller, his own face staring back.


----- THE LYRICS -----

0:01 - VERSE 1
On a road of dust and echoes, a wanderer strides,
Haunted by the ghosts, in silence he abides.
"Last Chance" says the sign, to a town of vacant eyes,
Where buildings stand like tombstones, under stormy skies.

0:45 - CHORUS
In the heart of desolation, amidst the silent cries,
A hall of vivid memories under darkened skies.
A journey through the ages, painted on these walls,
Every joy and sorrow, every rise and fall.

1:19 - VERSE 2
He’s walked through days uncounted, with shadows by his side,
Yet in this ghostly silence, there’s nowhere left to hide.
The art upon these walls tells tales untold,
Of lives once lived - some stolen, some sold.

1:41 - CHORUS
In the heart of desolation, amidst the silent cries,
A hall of vivid memories under darkened skies.
A journey through the ages painted on these walls,
Every joy and sorrow every rise and fall.

2:04 - BRIDGE
Faces from another time gaze back from painted frames
Echoes of laughter lost; only silence remains.
Yet amidst this haunting quietude - a revelation dawns
In every stroke and colour - his life is drawn.

3:00 - VERSE 3
The artist unknown yet knowing all along
Captured every moment where he belongs
In search for answers he opens a door 
Finds himself reflected from times before

3:23 - OUTRO
In this place where silence reigns supreme
Amongst painted echoes – reality or dream?
The wanderer finds solace; his soul takes flight 
Amidst silent whispers in the still of night

4:07 - LEAD OUT
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