A Noose For My Desire

by Midlane

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1.
A bullet for my love, A noose for my desire, To stake the stalking affection, And burn the glorious choir. A head hole for my fancy, A fatal wound for this craving, Oh to bury this wanton want, For nothing's worth saving. Hearts were born to break, They're fragile in their form, And when love does forsake, They cannot weather the storm, (So cut it out). Hang it high, Let it kick the air, Watch it die, Without a care, Hold it down, And smother hard, Break its crown, Destroy its facade.
2.
Nothing Day 05:00
Ships on the flat horizon, Pursuing the curve, Slate grey clouds, Cover like shrouds, Feet fall on the wet sand, Eyes dead ahead and fixed, The sea windmills turn in the chill, As the water's churned and mixed. A grey day drinking, Watching the tide recede, On concrete sat, yet sinking, Dismissing wants and needs. The swallows fly their dance, Avoiding invisible threats, I watch them turn, jig so stern, As if full of some regrets. A nothing day, Except for a can, Swathed by grey, And a Northern wan, A nothing day, In its span, So come what may, And end what began.
3.
Grace will slide and fade, Once the conversation starts, A hiss with each conjecture, A piss with each fresh part, We stare into the distance, And muse upon the past, To stand on middle ground, So grand yet shrinking fast. Oh, my empty-headed brothers, Sitting in a row, We talked all night in silence, Put right the wrongs we know. We argue constant still, Bleating opinions shrill. And at the close of the show, They’ll be nothing left to show, Nothing left to tell, Nowhere to go. Oh, my empty-headed brothers, Sitting in a row, We talked all night in silence, Put right the wrongs we know, But come the morning light, They’ll be nothing left to show, My empty-headed brothers, Sitting in a row.
4.
Home 05:01
What madness is this? A crime without a witness, Snow blind and in complete darkness. Home (Let me hold you) I know you feel alone, A cut cord from the phone, Just remember me and you’re home. Come home, come home, My shoulders will take the weight, Come home, come home, No matter how small or great.
5.
Fortune favours the sold soul, To break their hearts with fools gold, They to fill their graves hole, And buy their way to god. Buy your way out of Hell, Your mortal soul you can sell. Who cares about the dying from a penthouse suite? Who cares about the dying when power has made you complete? Fortune favours five hundred, No matter how much you’ve blundered, You can act out desires, And never find yourself dammed.
6.
Top dog, fat cat, Sit your arse right where it’s at, Crass hog, wide load, Lounging in your third abode, Back hand, front lie, Morals become the by and by, Straight head, curved spine, Manipulate by your design. They’ll come for you and they’ll come for me to, We’re nothing but piggy banks, They’ll come for old, they’ll come for young too, We’re nothing but the stains of wanks. Give a lie, without rhyme, Close the door, it’s party time, Fake concern for the por, Rotten apples to the core, Straight head, curved spine, Manipulate by design, Crass hog, wide load, Lounging in your third abode.
7.
Downer 04:26
Such a grey day, The blue has faded, It’s so monotone, These days of black and white. Scream the walls down, In hope they’ll crumble, It’s so pathetic, These days of black and white. And I don’t know why, These tears don’t seem real, And I don’t know why, I’m too numb to feel. Lay on this bed, And think of blue skies, It’s so pathetic, These days of black and white. Stare the walls down, In hope they’ll crumble, It’s so monotone, These days of black and white.
8.
Lets take all of our sorrows, And leave them at the door. So lets raise a glass To tonight and all it will bring, For though life is a farce, Tonight we will sing. We’ll find all we’ll need in a glass, And the bullshit we’ll share, And all of our pain, will fade, For soon enough we won’t care. Let blur the lines Let prop the bar, Lets dress to the nines Then drink away our scars, Lets drown in stines, And reach for the stars, Feel so fucking fine, Lets feel like we’ve come far. And I’ll laugh like I used, Whilst your eyes will re-spark the fight, And though this will not be permanent, It’s good enough for tonight.
9.
Don’t need a hero to come, A hero to save me. A white superman, ‘Cause white means wholesome, Big and burly, Not a girly, A macho troglodyte, Who punches crime away, Walls will crumble, In a royal rumble. ‘Cause only men can defuse the bombs. A guy in underpants, ‘Cause he forgot how to dress, A muscly strong man, Who rights all wrongs, man, ‘Cause all the problems, Can be solved in comic books, Oh, so masculine, Oh, save the victim.

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released January 25, 2024

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Midlane Worcester, UK

Starting as an acoustic singer/songwriter (with Midlane, Head Down and TBBTS) Midlane developed his sound into something more rock orientated (Fleeting Pleasures and Sophrosyne Faltered) with influences such as: Foo Fighters, Bob Mould/Sugar, Tom Waits and The Wildhearts.

‘’Not a simple exercise in self-examination, but full bloodied rage, passion, love and sweat’’ - Liverpool Sound and Vision
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