http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey Music has been the only line I have walked between one reality and the other in recent years. I've tried many different approaches but always come back down to earth, where I intend to stay from now on. My music is from life, no where else. I don't think I could ever write about "Guy walks into bar, meets girl etc." Because, to me, that ain't life just a meaningless lyric. Experience is the only thing I draw on, my life or stories from others. So here I am, as I should be, where I should be. en willbailey willbailey Tue, 22 Feb 2005 11:50:30 +0100 daily 1 Took the kids to school this morning, and as we got through the main gates my daughter couldn't stop crying. She's been like this for weeks and we haven't a clue why. Although it hasn't been easy for her, what with loosing her best friend to heart problems, her great-grandfather  and great grandmother dying all in the  space of a year it's a wonder she hasn't gone totally in on herself. My son on the other hand is out of control, as most seven year olds are MY MUSIC PAGE Tue, 22 Feb 2005 11:50:30 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/Another-morning/4/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/Another-morning/4/ Well, it's about 5.30 in the morning, I've been up all night writing new stuff. It just amazes me how involved someone can get in one little task...but now I feel like I need several hours sleep, but there's no real point. Gotta get the kids to school in 3 hours...time for extra strong coffee and very loud music over the headphones. MY MUSIC PAGE Tue, 22 Feb 2005 05:24:37 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/24-hours-from-sleep/3/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/24-hours-from-sleep/3/ Just something I'm working on and wanted to share WITHOUT A CHANCE © words and music: W. Bailey2005 In my eyes I can no longer see What you really meant to me The feelings become lost in time No more memories in the mind What did we lose? What did we gain? Dirty emotions washed clean by the rain Empty messages of a sour  romance Left to die without a chance In my room, tucked away out of sight Are painful memories of one fateful night Pictures of two angels, growing up fast  A single gold band of a promise now past I can't feel the storm that was in the air But these small items tell me it was there  Empty messages of a sour romance  Left to die without a chance Years have gone by and lives have  changed But somehow that emptiness remains And tonight the thunder calls to the clouds  As I walk the streets of this old  town Hidden in houses, behind four walls Somewhere tonight... Mon, 21 Feb 2005 15:59:10 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/No-more-chances/2/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/No-more-chances/2/ Well, I was intending to write a new track this afternoon, but the ex-wife has gone into hospital, and I've got the kids taking up all my attention. I don't mind, though...although my son keeps beating me on Pro Evolution, and my daughter's killing me on Simpsons-Hit and Run My last two tracks , Disappear and Me and Julie are doing well on Unsigned Band Web...kinda surprised really . You can hear them by clicking the link below, at the foot of this post. It'll take you straight to my own artist page. Don't forget to click on the forum button at the top and go to Unsigned Band Web's main forum and say hi to some damn fine musicians. I've been songwriting for years, and had a good response from the songs I've done, which has surprised me big time. Just me and my little acoustic....I feel like a homeless Bob Dylan at times Well, that was painless for a first blog entry... MY MUSIC PAGE Mon, 21 Feb 2005 14:33:50 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/Entry-Number-One/1/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/willbailey/Entry-Number-One/1/