Desolation Angels - Anthem

01 Walk Away Renee 3:59 Bob Calilli / Michael Lodkofsky / Tony Sansone
06 White Bird 5:36 David LaFlamme / Linda LaFlamme

Produced by Joe Taylor
Mixed by Ron Christopher
Executive producer / A&R: Steve Vining

Lead Voice: Karla DeVito
Support Voices: Suzzy, Margaret and Terre Roche (The Roches)

The Band:
Joe Taylor: Guitars, electric sitar, percussion
Bob Babbit: Bass
Brian Stanley: Additional bass
Tommy Mandel: Keyboards
Pilley: Additional keyboards
Steve Holley: Drums
Ray "Boom Boom" Marchica: Additional Drums
Carlos Rodriguez: Percussion
Steve Elson: Accordion
Todd Nystrom: Saxophones
Ray Mase: Trumpets
Saachi McHenry: Cellos

Label Intersound Cat.No. CDD 488 Format CD Year 1989 Country USA

Just Walk Away Renee

And when I see the sign that points one way
The light we used to pass by every day
From deep inside the tears that I’m forced to cry
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame

Your name and mine inside a heart on a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me, though they’re so small

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me alone....

And when I see the sign that points one way
The light we used to pass by every day

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame

(you won’t see me follow you back home)
(the empty sidewalks on my block are not the same)
(you’re not to blame) [etc.]

White Bird

White Bird in a golden cage
On a winter’s day, in the rain
White bird, in a golden cage
Alone

The leaves blow across the long black road
To the darkened skies in its rage
But the white bird just sits in her cage
Alone

White bird must fly
She will die
White bird must fly
She will die

Sunsets come, sunsets go
Clouds blow by, the earth turns slow
The young birds’ eyes always glow
And she must fly–fly–fly....

White bird dreams of the aspen tree
With their dying leaves turning gold
But the white bird just sits in her cage
Growing old

White bird must fly
She will die
White bird must fly
She will die....

White bird must fly
She will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die....