A few years ago I visited Venezuela and was struck by the polar extremes of wealth and poverty, often in juxtaposition. Golden sands of the Caribbean with opulent hotels, and yet, just behind this frontline, a desperate and often dangerous world exists.
That inspired this recently written song which is pure fiction - mixed and mastered by
@Boydie Hope you enjoy, play it loud and if you wish, please let me know what you think!
https://soundcloud.com/bill-saunders/murder-in-paradisePalm trees on the perfect golden sands
Adjacent to the cultural wastelands
It's black and white, not shades of gold
When God made this he broke the mold
In dusty heat a tragic crime scene
Eerie silence, and what might have been
Wasted lives on wasted streets
This slate will never be wiped clean
Another son, another brother delivered up for sacrifice
Eerie silence, what might have been
It goes untold, it goes unseen
Another murder in paradise
A pristine waiter forces a smile
Conjures cocktails but all the while
He's choking he's cracking on the inside
He lost it all, they chalked one up for their side
There’s nothing left but blood in the sand
Opulence goes hand in hand
With drudgery seen firsthand
There's nothing more to understand