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Fleeting Pleasures
01:53
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Fleeting Pleasures
V
Dance with me I don’t want to dance here alone,
Dance with me and let’s see the seeds we could sew,
Grow into something vital,
Speak to me I want to know what’s on your mind,
Talk to me and let’s talk of our own kind,
Hearts that burst and fleeting pleasures.
Ch
‘Cause life is tough enough,
Without the bleakness of,
Lonely hearts,
That cause such weakness,
That they break in two,
So let’s just seek this.
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2. |
Drunk To Your Door
04:01
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Drunk To Your Door
V
Miles from home but I don’t care
I will get there, I will get there,
Walking through this bitter air,
I will get there, I will get there.
Ch
For all I need to feel now is the warm and glowing touch,
Hold you in my arms now as both silently we cwtch,
Wait for you to fall asleep and I will follow suit,
In my arms I’ll hold you calm as like trees we both root.
V
Even though I’m worse for war,
I will get there, I will get there,
I’ll stumble in darkness without a flare,
I will get there, I will get there.
2009(?)
Cwmdonkin Terrace, Swansea
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3. |
Elephants
03:34
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Elephants
V
Another drink my friend,
And then one for the road,
‘Cause if I’m totally honest,
I’ve nowhere special to go.
Ch
Don’t mind me,
I’ll sit right here,
‘Til I can’t see straight,
And the elephants appear.
V
I’ll suck on cigarettes,
But not suck up my pride,
‘Cause if I’m totally honest,
I like my slow suicide,
Oh this sweet little hollow,
In my black tiny heart,
It needs some bricking up,
Before it falls apart.
Mid8
I’ll fall into oblivion
2018 The Three Lights, Fleetwood.
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4. |
Significant Other
03:57
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Significant Other
V
Quell the flights of fancy,
Shoot them down in flames,
Want no part or involvement,
Play no trickster games.
V
To turn no heads amongst them,
Or have mine turned in turn,
These pictures of my desire,
Thrown on the fire to burn.
Pre
To live like an anchorite,
To balm the wounds and bites.
Ch
Alone does not mean lonely,
Alone is not a sadness designed,
(Oh!) To be the one and only,
Inhabitant of an island mind.
Mid
You can be significant,
Without a significant other,
Find joy in the solitude,
You are not the sum of your lover
2022 UOW, Worcester
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Sweet Flame
03:16
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Sweet Flame
V
Sweet Flame of need,
What do you ask of me?
To scale the heights,
Of where I don’t want to be,
I don’t want your splendour,
I don’t think my throat could cope,
You say it’s a ladder to heaven,
But all I see is a rope.
Ch
The sweetness hides a poison,
And if drunk, will slow kill,
It hardens the veins,
And enters the heart like a drill,
No more will I lay on the tracks,
And wait for the train to speed by,
No more will I drink this sweet poison,
With shut eyes.
V
Sweet flame don’t be a bully,
I won’t give in though I’m weak,
I fear your desire,
I hate that it’s my name you speak,
‘Cause I have no worth for you,
No want for the pain that it brings,
I have a deep repulsion,
For its arrows and slings.
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White Van, White Man, White Plan
V
Swelling gut and balding pate,
Unable to accept his fate,
Peacock strut with smarmy face,
A: sad inept clusterfuck disgrace.
V
And he says with no irony,
"They all look alike to me,"
A hi-res vision of the state,
With swelling gut and balding pate.
White Van White Man White Plan
Ch
He's full of the fear of change,
It threatens small world view,
To come crumbling, tumbling down,
And he's lost amongst the new.
V
And he wants to go and cry,
But that's not masculine in his eyes.
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7. |
Bastard
04:00
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Bastard
V
I’ve grown a Devils mindset,
I’ve got a soul to sell,
‘Cause I’m sick of being the good guy,
So it’s time to raise some Hell.
Ch
I’ll be a bastard,
This very night,
Watch your back,
‘Cause I’m up for a fight,
(Gonna be a bastard).
V
I’ve got sins that need to be let loose,
They’re pulling at the chains,
My shadows bled into my soul,
I’ve nothing to lose and a lot to gain.
Ch
I’ll be a bastard,
This very night,
Watch your back,
‘Cause I’m up for a fight,
Tonight’s the night,
Tomorrow’s just another day,
My sins are ready and I’ve,
Come out to play.
(Gonna be a bastard).
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8. |
Look Yourself In The Eye
03:06
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Look Yourself In The Eye
V
How can you look yourself in the eyes?
(I don’t know, I don’t know),
With your fingers in mouths and penis in all the pies,
(I don’t know, you wind blow).
Ch
You’ll soon go down, down, down, down, down, down,
(If life was fair),
You’ll soon go down, down, down, down, down, down,
(But sadly it’s rare),
You’ll soon go down, down, down, down, down, down,
(If you weren’t an heir).
V
How do you disconnect your soul?
(I don’t know, I don’t know),
You’d tax the space within a hole,
(I don’t know, you scarecrow).
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Conscious Uncoupling
V
How things change,
From day to year,
A calculated range,
A smile from ear to ear,
A weight that's now lifted,
A back now straight,
A burden re-gifted,
To elsewhere stagnate.
Ch
I thought I'd love you,
Until the cows came home,
But my eyes have been opened,
And now I've got to roam,
Because the cows came home.
V
In some ways I'm sad,
In others I'm not,
Let go of what I had,
Untied the knot,
And my anger's subsided,
Into disappointed calm,
I'll no more be chided,
Nor led by the arm.
Mid
A path has split,
And we go our separate ways,
And though I hear you spit,
We walk into different days.
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10. |
Still
03:33
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Still
V
I sit and watch the moon,
With a can gripped in my hand,
Several more prone on the floor,
Empty by demand.
V
And the clouds move slowly on,
As I hear my siren bed,
But a hiss rings out, and leaves no doubt,
That sleep is for the dead.
Ch
And still, I sit right here,
And still, I don’t know why,
And still, I should be like the grave.
V
And the moon looks down at me,
And tells me not to stay,
Is it worth the cost, being so damn lost?
She seems to me to say.
V
And I look right back at her,
To laugh right in her face,
The good may boast without a toast,
But I can’t drink to their grace.
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The Night Waits Patiently
V
We are star dust,
A product of time and lust,
The night waits patiently for us,
We are mere shells,
Nothing more than tricks and spells,
The night waits patiently to swell.
Pre
Flesh and bone,
Will all atone,
From boy to crone,
Will all atone,
The night waits patiently,
(The night waits for you and me).
V
We are mere worm feasts,
No better than the beasts,
The nights waits patiently to cease.
The night wait patiently.
(We are but mere shells).
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12. |
Ahab
04:08
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Ahab
V
She cried me a river,
That flowed to the sea,
Of salt tears so bitter,
And waves raging free,
To where my ship sailed,
From safe sheltered docks,
In search of white whales,
On course to her rocks.
Ch
And I captained my ship blind,
Lost my bearings, lost my mind.
V
And I followed forever,
Her riptides and wakes,
Stopping just for never,
Falling short of the breaks,
I managed to get so near,
I thought I had it all,
But my vision was unclear,
She was my downfall.
End
And I know,
How Ahab felt,
‘Cause I have tasted,
His madness dealt
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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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