1. This is a demo for my album A Dying Dream
    All music composed and produced by Wessel Woortman.
    Video produced by Wessel Woortman.

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  2. New demo for my album A Dying Dream

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  3. My new song is a tribute to all those resisting the 1%, Occupy, Anonymous, Indignés, Indignados, Wiki Leaks, Political prisoners and all the other nameless faces. Wherever you are on this small planet.

    Special to Beach B-roll for his royalty free video footage

    Where do we belong?
    Forgotten soul’s in an empty song.
    Where do we go?
    Desperate mind’s in an endless row.
    We didn’t ask we didn’t claim, a world that’s not for us to blame.
    Another leader we don’t trust, another dream has gone to dust.
    In this confusion we were born.
    From our illusions we were torn.
    We are the children of the new dawn.

    Don’t want your faith your empathy, we’re done with your society.
    Don’t want your wealth your verity, while people die from poverty.
    We don’t give in, we don’t resign.
    The future’s ours to design.
    We are the children of a new dawn.

    We’re not your slaves, we’re not your whore’s.
    We’re not brainwashed anymore.
    We’re not the lost child’s in the row.
    We’re actors in the new show.
    We are indignants, we are free.
    We are the ones you cannot see.
    We are legion worldwide strong.
    We stand and now where we belong.

    We are the children of a new dawn.

    All rights reserved Wessel Woortman 2013

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  4. Bass guitar Conrad Woortman
    Lead guitar and vocals Wessel Woortman
    Composed and produced by Wessel Woortman

    All video footage are public domain
    Special thanks to PublicDomainFlicks.com and bnwmovies.com


    Behind My Shadow

    It lurks in me profanely.
    It's draining all my sanity.
    It's blackening my consciousness.
    Made me a convict of distress.

    I'm running on a thorny path.
    A victim of its growing wrath.
    The thing will never let me be.
    Leaves me in dark insanity.

    Most of us think our world is a sane place to be
    And we take that for granted.
    And we still continue saying that we're normal people.
    I mean, look at this mad world.

    Out there... hidden in the dark side of my mind.
    Behind a door... where malignant madness is designed.

    I'm gazing... and roaming in the abyss of my brain.
    I see... reason and compassion are all feigned.

    It comes... It comes...
    Yes it comes... Far from behind my shadow.

    Is it you, is it me, that made this world, devoid of dignity.
    Do you feel... the flesh torn apart by war machines?

    Is it you, is it me... who rocks the cradle, whispering napalm dreams.
    Do you hear... the symphony of desperate mothers' screams.

    It comes... It comes...
    Yes it comes... Far from behind our shadows.
    Far from behind our shadows.
    It comes far from behind our shadows.

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  5. The fifth track for the album A Dying Dream
    All video footage is public domain
    Special thanks to archive.org for the free footage.
    Composed and produced by Wessel Woortman
    Lyrics and vocals by Wessel Woortman



    If I, if I could fly.
    I would reach the highest clouds my wings would fry.
    Alone with no one by my side.
    I'd fly in an empty sky.

    If I, if I could swim.
    So many rivers I would skim.
    And all the oceans set me free.
    But I'm only swimming in an empty sea.

    If I; if I could run,
    the speed of light the bullet of a gun.
    I'd run so fast so no one followed.
    But I'm running on an empty road.

    If I, if I could speak.
    I'd summon you to stop the fight you seek.
    And I darkened your sky with mockingbirds.
    But my speech is only empty words.

    If I, if I could feel.
    I'd feel all your pain.
    Your struggles the efforts in vain.
    But I only feel my empty complains.

    If I, if I could fight.
    I'd fight the darkness until it's broken by the light.
    I'd fight my way up to be king.
    But I'm fighting in an empty ring.

    And If I, if I could sing.
    I'd sing thousands songs of everything.
    The whole world would sing along.
    But I only got this empty song.

    This empty song.

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