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Half A World Away - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Anywhere

They shuffle in at nine, dragging their feet
Eyes glazed over, heads down in defeat
Coffee cups in hand, the same old routine
In the land of the living, but barely seen

They clock in and they clock out, like ghosts in a line
You try to get through, but there's no sign of life inside

Zombies in the workplace, they're everywhere you turn
Staring at their screens, with no fire to burn
In the corporate tomb, where dreams go to die
We're all just surviving as the hours crawl by

Meetings feel like graveyards, all stiff and cold
The same old stories, the same lies told
Their bodies are present, but their minds are away
In the cubicles of doom, where ambition decays

They clock in and they clock out, like ghosts in a line
You try to break through, but there's no sign of life inside

Zombies in the workplace, they're everywhere you turn
Staring at their screens, with no fire to burn
In the corporate tomb, where dreams go to die
We're all just surviving as the hours crawl by

Is there any hope, in this corporate tomb?
Can we rise above, escape the gloom?
Or are we all destined, to join the undead crew?

Zombies in the workplace, they're everywhere you turn
Staring at their screens, with no fire to burn
In the corporate tomb, where dreams go to die
We're all just surviving as the hours crawl by

They shuffle out at five, dragging their feet
Another day done, in this endless repeat
But maybe tomorrow, we'll wake up and see
A world free of zombies, where we can all be free

Zombies In The Workplace

Love Or Lust ft. J. Anthony

Intro (Once Upon A Broken Heart)

Eva Theme ( Performed By Alisa Wunder )

Purpose of Existence

Passionate

A tumbleweed crosses the street.
The sun is burning my weak pale skin.

I remember my dear old hills, 
The cold summer and the fresh breeze.

A tumbleweed crosses the street.
The sand enters my old deaf ears.

I remember my dear old hills, 
The cold summer and the fresh breeze.

The king sent me  to the Spring Desert 
Cause I told him  that his plans were mean.
I remember my dear old hills. 
I will die here because of the King.

A Tumbleweed

Beat Battle N°83 takes that number for an esoteric lesson on numerology, told by the "eldest Talo-ette" of Talotres, the host of this challenge. I put the narration to a calming soundscape.

Angel No 83

ambient land of dreams

Minnesota based Singer-Songwriter. Collaborates with musicians all over the world and specializes in singer-songwriter, indie-folk, pop, soundtrack, and Broadway.
Collaborations: LemonHeadJams@gmail.com

Intro (Once Upon A Broken Heart)

Lemonhead