From Dust Till Desk [Go West - STTZ Mini Event]

✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 💥The Playlist with all Songs to the event Go West from @germanrebell: https://suno.com/playlist/deb13f8a-c8b5-463e-963e-b702d3066bc2 —————————————— 💥Fun Fact: While I was writing the lyrics, other artists were already publishing their songs for the event. When I listened to their tracks, I thought: “Damn, I wrote almost the same thing!” So I kept changing mine again and again. In the end, the song turned out different from what I originally intended, but it became unique through the interaction with those artists who published first. So Rei didn’t end up as a piano player… she turned into something else and I actually like that even more. PS: Just found out that I failed again, cuz @potoo_phonic_peacock_pop already has dropped a Track with the character Lucillie, which wanted to became a teacher in StoryTellerZ Ville… 😭😭😭 *@Snake2007 https://suno.com/song/09de75dc-740e-40b9-ab48-97a38a4105c0 **@Jusime https://suno.com/song/d9f353a3-00e8-4d14-adf9-4023698c163a [Intro] From dust… nothin’ but dust. Dust in my boots, dust in my hair, dust in my damn mouth. And between my boobs! Fuck … it’s everywhere But where is my place In this Wild Wild West. Hey, you. Yeah, you starin’ my way. Looks like you’re the only fool still listenin’. Here’s a free tip, won’t cost ya a nickel: Hearin’ voices in your head? That ain’t good. Hearin’ them tell ya to burn down your own shack? That’s worse. And if you’re dumb enough to actually do it… …you’ll wind up right here with me. Chokin’ on this goddamn dust they call the Wild Wild West. [Verse 1] No home — told ya, I burned it down myself. That Snake (Hibiki)* still believes he did it, by himself. Well, if he needs it for his reputation, sure. No certain goal — just ridin’ the plains. Been in a town — called City of Night, Was fun —lost four hundred horse powers, aight. Not a dollar to buy a new one, not even chicks, Been wanderin’ round for six long weeks. Met a black coated guy on his black horse, Didn’t said his name just asked if I seek peace — of course! A place where you can be what ever you wanna be I didn’t have a dime, needed money desperately What can I say, I was lookin’ forward to the Ville, The Ville… not so much lookin’ forward to me. [Verse 2] Week later, finally there, no rest, just boots on fire Haven’t even passed the church, when guy offered me hire That chap said I’d be welcome as a mattress with bust. Help the poor bastard find all his teeth in the dust. I’m an a fuckin’ ivory — not a winnie tinkler — got it! When I walked into the saloon, there was silence, Fuck It! — That damn silence. I wasn‘t out for a drink, just lookin’ for a seat. Not one at a table — the one behind keys! And there I saw him, my heart broke in piece — bitch please! Blue-green hair** — yeah, he played it real well. With shattered dreams and empty eyes, my dear goal — farewell. [bridge] Well if not a key-pounder — so what? Sheriff — nah, save me, God! A nurse? — What a curse! A smith? — A preacher? Hell now i know! I’ll become a damn teacher! Hold on there and listen here, folks! I’ll teach your monsters, gals and blokes I’ll promis jokes instead of strokes, Just build me a shack between those oaks. [last verse] So my listener you see Here’s a place where everyone can be maybe you just gotta keep searchin’. Like me — new home and finally at workin’ In StoryTellerZ Ville, there’s now chalk n’ desk Hope the pay is well — aight so there ain’t no need to become Walter White