Name: 18 Years
Channel: Lyrics by Courtney Bernard, Music by Allan Truesde
Description: A man wrongfully imprisoned is finally going free. The problems is, it's probably too late.

A man wrongfully imprisoned is finally going free. The problems is, it's probably too late.

good time acoustic allan

Allan Truesdell

Acoustic based music with an attitude

Allan is originally from upstate NY but has lived in several places around the country. Allan is currently a full-time musician working mainly in the Florida Keys. His original material and performance's are becoming well known in the upper keys. He took a break from his original material for awhile and is now back in full swing.

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Rock General

Charts

Peak #59

Peak in subgenre #15

Author

Lyrics by Courtney Bernard, Music by Allan Truesde

Rights

2001

Uploaded

September 10, 2002

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

Corky Bernard did an amazing job with the lyrics on this one.  I asked if I could write the music for it minutes after I read them.
I thought he did a great job of painting the despair someone in this situation would feel.  I didn't actually intend on making it into a rock song, I pictured something a bit more melancholy.  But you never know which way your spirit will take you do you?

Lyrics

He has not left these cold, block walls
since nineteen, eighty-three;
doing the time for another's crime
and mistaken identity.

Forensic science has improved.
DNA has shown the way.
At last they know, and they're letting him go
at 12:00 o'clock today.

(CHORUS)
Eighteen years without the sunshine.
Eighteen years without the rain.
Eighteen years of salty tears
and his silent cries of pain.....


The warden watches from his window
as the man shuffles through the gate.
He could sue the state for millions
and surely win his case.

But the warden has statistics
to shield him from this fear.
A souless husk, climbs on the bus
and he'll be dead within the year.

(CHORUS/END)
Eighteen years without the sunshine.
Eighteen years without the rain.
Eighteen long years of salty tears
and his silent cries of pain.....
silent cries of pain.