Days I Knew

For Chipper

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Thu, 06 Sep 2012 09:48:24 PDT

What We Gonna Do Without Him? by WM.BATES

WILLIAM BATES: GUITARS.KEYBOARDS.VOCALS.
MARK PAYNE: BASS
JOE JOGODKA: DRUMS

He's playing out his days
What we gonna do without him?
He's hanging 'em up, that's what he says
What we gonna do without him?

He's a dying breed, he stands alone
He's rounding third, he's heading home

They'll put his number on the wall
What we gonna do without him?
He'll be heading for the hall
What we gonna do without him?

He's a dying breed, he stands alone

He's rounding third, he's heading home

When the chips are down, he'll pull us through

What we gonna do without him?

See him in your memory, 'cause time is oh so cruel

What we gonna do without him?

He's a dying breed, he stands alone

See him rounding third, he's heading home

What We Gonna Do Without Him?

Words and Music by William Bates

The Jester's Gesture: The Inception

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Fri, 18 May 2012 12:05:17 PDT

THE POOL OF MEDB IN AN OAK TREE GLEN (EXPERIMENTAL MIX)

there's a treasured place
beyond yonder hill
in an oak tree glen
where time runs still

and a fire feigns light
warm with dark delight
incantations are read
...a communion with the dead

pull back the string
on your english longbow
see the arrow sing
whistle past all you know

legends linger long
an oral tapestry
and the weak shall be strong
and the blind shall see

feel the pull of fate
straight to the river's gate
love's current is awake
hurry now, don't you be late

pull back the string
on your english longbow
see the arrow sing
whistle past all you know

perhaps at runneymeade
perhaps in normandy
perhaps at land's end
perhaps in the hearts of men

it's the red moon night
it's the scar upon this land
it's the promise of the right
it's where you finally understand

pull back the string
on your english longbow
see the arrow sing
whistle past all you know

IN AN OAK TREE GLEN
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WILLIAM BATES
T21 MUSIC 2012

don't wanna die (in 2012)

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Mon, 14 May 2012 10:11:55 PDT

ONE MORE TIME

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 07:40:52 PDT

ONE MORE TIME WORDS AND MUSIC BY WM.BATES WM.BATES.GUITARS.VOCALS.ELECTRONICA. MARK PAYNE.BASS

The Jester's Gesture (Acoustic Demo)

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Mon, 12 Mar 2012 10:03:16 PDT

Into the Forest: Days i Knew

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:02:45 PST

Cedar 55671 (a film noir) by Days i Knew

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 13:48:05 PST

Unforgiven

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 09:35:54 PST

Theme From Dreamland

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 17:48:26 PST

The Miracle Mile

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 12:03:16 PST

in a field, by a lake, near a town
where nobody seems to come around
you will find a road that goes
where spirits they are often found

be sure to stop by the old oak tree
whose branches bend to the scenery
and linger there for just a little while
before you walk the miracle mile

a covered bridge lies past the crest
some like it best, me, i find it rather odd
many have crossed at cost, thinking they
and they alone have seen the face of God

be sure to stop by the old oak tree
whose branches bend to the scenery
and linger there for just a little while
before you walk the miracle mile

the golden rods and the cat-tail fights, such a sight
the child you were laughs in the dusk
and your mother calls but you can't go
sad you know, but you know you must

be sure to stop by the old oak tree
whose branches bend to the scenery
and linger there for just a little while
before you walk the miracle mile

the miracle mile
words and music by wm.bates
t21music 2011

In C Major

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 06:50:45 PST

Guitar Demo For New Album
Music by WM.BATES

There For You

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 11:35:41 PST

Version One: Vocals by Leah Edwards
Version Two: Vocals by Wm.Bates

In this world and in these times
there for you...there for you
Through bitter tears and eyes laid blind
there for you...there for you

Come what may, we face the storm
For that day when the faceless have their form
Where dreams are real and worthy of the fight
Our flag still waves into the dying of the light

In your hands and in your secret thoughts
there for you...there for you
There is a gift that cannot be bought
there for you...there for you

Come what may, the heart so vast
It may be fragile but built to last
Where dreams are real and worthy of the fight
Our flag still waves through the dying of the light

The cradle rocks and the bell it tolls
there for you...there for you
The in between that forms all we know
there for you...there for you

Come what may, love still endures
Of that I know, Of that I'm sure
Where dreams are real and worthy of the fight
Our flag still waves into the gleaming twilight

THERE FOR YOU
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WM.BATES
T21 MUSIC 2011

Reverse Forward

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 09:54:01 PDT

REVERSE FORWARD

SUMMER REMIXES

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 09:17:50 PDT

SO MANY TIMES

LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE (TRACKING MIX)

Acoustic Demo in Mono

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 08:59:12 PDT

I Gotta Get Out of This Town

it's an april sky in a midnight cloak
my sins are washed away in a cloud of smoke
nerves are coiled like a restless snake
if this be a dream, pray God let me wake.

one day you're up
and then you're down
i gotta get out of this town.

once had it all but was too blind to see
all the angels in front of me
funny how time gives credence to the right
how distance makes even brighter the light.

REPEAT

it's a story told
a thousand times i guess...and:
maybe those on the road
can tell you the rest
maybe they can tell you the rest.

it's a match head flicker in the well
it's a charlatan with no more stories to tell
the sands have run out in your hourglass
it's a one way street with no room to pass

REPEAT

I Gotta Get Out of This Town
words and music by wm. bates
daysiknew music 2011

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t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 07:24:28 PST

THE HEART IS STILL WILLING

ROCK AND ROLL BAND HD

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 11:15:26 PST

DUEL 1971

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 09:37:37 PST

DREAMWALKER

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 16:03:18 PST

DREAMLAND

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 16:43:30 PDT

In 2005 I wrote,directed and produced an indie film called
DREAMLAND. It told the story of an amusement park in
Greenville, SC that was open from the 1920's to the 1940's.
It was owned and operated by the Floyd Family. This special
place meant alot to members of "The Greatest Generation"
who spent their youth there during the Great Depression
and World War II. The story of DREAMLAND is one of
love, hope and devotion. I also wrote and recorded a
song cycle based on the DREAMLAND story. It is a story
worthy of such heartfelt efforts.

Here is the Dreamland Film split into 4 parts.

TRACKING DEMOS

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 12:42:03 PDT

I RECORDED SOME INSTRUMENTAL
DEMOS OF SOME NEW SONGS
PLAYING ALL THE INSTRUMENTS.
WANT TO GET THE FULL BAND
DOING THESE SOON..

SEE YOU ON THE FLIP
LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE

SEE YOU ON THE FLIP, TIME TO RUN
GRIP THE WHEEL, WALK IN THE SUN
TURN LEFT AT THE CORNER
SEEING STARS
NO MORE BARS
FORGET THE SCARS
SEE YOU ON THE FLIP

LIVING IN THE MOMENT, THAT'S ALL I GOT
FROM 0 TO 60, IN 3 SECONDS TOP
HIGHWAY IS GLISTENING,
DIAMOND IN THE SAND
GIVE ME YOUR HAND
IT'S AT YOUR COMMAND
SEE YOU ON THE FLIP

IF YOU'RE THE KING OF NOTHING, YOUR RAIN WILL STING
AND YOUR PRAYERS, WON'T MEAN A THING
YOUR ONLY SERVANT
IS YOUR OWN IGNORANCE
DON'T SIT ON THE FENCE
MAKE SOME CHANGE WITH YOUR SENSE
SEE YOU ON THE FLIP

SEE YOU ON THE FLIP, IT'S RAGING OUTSIDE
YOU GOT NOWHERE TO RUN, NOWHERE TO HIDE
TURN LEFT AT THE CORNER
SEEING GHOSTS
MAKE THE MOST
SKIP THE ROAST
SEE YOU ON THE FLIP

SEE YOU ON THE FLIP
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WM.BATES
T21MUSIC2010

WITH ALL MY HEART, I GIVE UNTO YOU
ALL I AM AND EVER WILL BE
WITH ALL MY SOUL, I WILL BE TRUE
NO TORTURED COURSE IN FRONT OF ME

STORMS MAY COME AND GO
LET THE MYSTERY RIVER FLOW
LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE
LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE

IN THE FOREST DEEP
WHERE THE ANGELS SLEEP
LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE
LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE

UP ON THE HILL, SEE THE VALLEY BELOW
HOW IT SHINES IN ITS GHOSTLY GLOW
THINGS MAY LOOK SO BAD TODAY
BUT IT'S NOT ALWAYS GONNA BE THAT WAY

REPEAT CHORUS

LOVE IS LIKE A WILL-O-WISP
IT'S A PHANTOM FIRM IN YOUR GRIP
HOLD IT CLOSE, DON'T LET GO
LET IT BURN THEN LET IT GROW

REPEAT CHORUS

LET THE CURTAIN CLOSE
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WM.BATES
T21MUSIC2010

The Living Heart of NYC

t21music@charter.net (William Bates) — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 10:32:15 PDT

The Living Heart of New York City

She bore down on her work to finish by five
The flush of spring cast in her young eyes
The heartless days spent on the killing floor
She was just 16 but her face spoke so much more.

Her frail hands: the needle pulled the thread
The foreman shouts rattle in her head
She dreams the dreams of the dispossessed
Her time is fleeting, she doesn't know just yet.

The cling and din of the trolley cars below
The short expanse of that open window
The doors are locked to keep out the violators
Those reckless fools, those labor agitators.

A fire it seems to have broken out
She hears the cries, she fears the shouts
The sweatshop gloom breaks into flames
That light this place of forgotten names.

In panic flood, she fights for her place
In that mad clatter, in that ghostly race
No way out: the rush to flee
On the street below, people gather to see.

On the window ledge like an angel she stands
And with her friends they all hold hands
And pray to God their souls to take
Such a choice no one should ever have to make

Time stands still in mid-flight
The city fades into the dying of the light
The masses cry out in a sad embrace
No one there will ever forget this place.

In the Triangle Shirt Waist Factory
Girls from Poland, Girls from Italy
Gave their lives for nothing, for everything
For the living heart of New York City remembering...

THE LIVING HEART OF NEW YORK CITY
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WILLIAM BATES