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Head Down
03:39
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Head Down
Like Staring Into Headlights
Alone on a darkened road,
We amble through this long night
Blind and baring loads
Head down
We go
Face first into the storms flow
No Frown
Just Go
For when we sleep we rarely know
Our breath in the cold air
Reminds us we are alive
Feel the ice in your warm lungs
Feel that you're alive
Though all the candles will burn out
Their light still shines for a time
And though our hearts dwell in self doubt
You cannot think it a crime
Head down
We go
Face first into the storms flow
No Frown
Just Go
For when we sleep we rarely know
Our breath in the cold air
Reminds us we are alive
Feel the ice in your warm lungs
Feel that you're alive.
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2. |
Piss In The Wind
04:10
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Piss In The Wind
Stay strong my friend
Don't drown your heart
Don't let things end
But make them start.
Don't let the bastards grind you down.
No, don't capture grief
When you're diving down
Push the cunt pawns away
Re-king your crown.
Don't let the bastards grind you down.
We're not dead, not just yet,
Don't let any fucker say,
We may be a losing bet,
But every underdog has their day.
Don't no don't forget
Don't forget, to piss in the wind my friend
Cover them in your anger
And never, never, never bend
We're not dead, not just yet,
Don't let any fucker say,
We may be a losing bet,
But every underdog has their day.
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3. |
Superstar
03:06
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Superstar
Superstar, look at you,
Shining through and through,
But you best beware,
Of breathing such thin air.
Superstar, spread about,
Not long, 'fore your secrets out,
But watch your back
For things that you lack.
You run around like Jesus Christ,
On a crack trail,
All that glitters isn't gold,
But all that's gold is for sale.
Superstar, painted gold,
You do what you're told,
You base your esteem,
On splitting cotton seams
You claim to be a righteous soul,
With a strong belief,
But you're nothing more, than dirty scum
Oh a common, common thief.
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4. |
A Woman's Heat
02:55
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A Woman's Heat
I stood upon the cross roads on a cold and rainy evening
A bottle in my hand and two more in my belly still heavin'
I'd come to make a deal and I knew the price was my soul
But anything was better than this life without parole.
I'd heard about this all before from Johnson and his kind
I wanted to be rid of me and this damn stupid mind,
Maybe I could barter with the Devil for some peace
Get some release.
There was a flash of lightning and a figure stood in my way
It laughed at me and asked me if I was ready to pay
I laughed right back and said I've nothing to lose,
The only thing I've got left is my soul and these damn shoes
I'd heard about you all before from Johnson and his kind,
You give me peace I'll give you soul and then kiss my behind
She took me for but everything, she took away my heart,
Shall we start?
And then it sniffed the air and made a face
It looked me in the eyes and then it put me in my place
'You are no use to me, you have no soul,' it said,
'She didn't take your heart, but took that instead.'
I'd heard about it all before from Johnson and his kind
I thought it'd give me life anew, I thought it would be fine,
Turns out the Devil cannot compete,
With a woman's heat.
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5. |
Don't Care
04:32
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Don't Care
I don't really care now,
What the world brings to play,
Vicious talk from mouths of fools,
Desperate for something to say.
I don't want to be the pawn,
Within their crooked game,
To Hell with them and all their scorn,
And dances of the lame.
I Don't care anymore,
For voices crashing like waves,
And I don't care anymore,
For those who want to dig my grave.
I can't really care now,
The damage struck but healed,
I won't engage or fight,
For soon enough they'll be revealed.
What's the point of caring for,
What desperate people speak?
React, you'll feed them more and more,
Until their backsides leak.
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6. |
Dancer
03:10
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Dancer
The slow burn of your senses fuse
Shines brightly in your eyes,
I watch you dance and see it cruise,
From spine down to your thighs.
Oh little dancer
Won't you dance for me?
You turn and swirl in rhythmic beat
Your flesh a vivid glow,
Which radiates like heat,
More beauty than you know.
Oh little dancer
Won't you dance for me?
So feline in your naked pose,
You form a flow so lithe,
You swish and sway and slice the air,
You dance a whetted scythe,
For every step you take bring near,
A blade of sex and strength,
But gladly I would bare my throat,
And let you cut at length.
Oh little dancer
Won't you dance for me?
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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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