1. |
Grind
03:19
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Grind
Crawling on our bellies,
We slither, slope and wind,
To throw our bones, beneath the stones,
And mill ourselves,
In the daily grind.
How can we do it?
Day after day.
Running on our treadmills,
The conveyer belt redeems,
Or coupn souls, then takes control,
And crushes all of our worthless dreams.
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2. |
Someday
03:48
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Someday
It came crashing down,
So quick I could barely blink,
Left me stumbling around,
No clue what to do or think.
You looked at me like a clown,
Lied to me and then faked a frown,
The you walked, walked away,
Guess I'll laugh about this someday,
But not today.
Never knew you to,
Be so cruel or so unkind,
Now I feel the fool,
Now that you've left me behind.
You looked at me like a clown,
Lied to me and then faked a frown,
The you walked, walked away,
Guess I'll laugh about this someday,
But not today.
Maybe someday I'll forget you,
Maybe someday I won't regret you,
Maybe someday I will forgive,
Maybe someday I'll learn how to live,
Without you.
I re-read your vows,
Guess the papers now been thrown,
How could I allow,
(Myself) To love a woman I'd never known,
You looked at me like a clown,
Lied to me and then faked a frown,
The you walked, walked away,
Guess I'll laugh about this someday,
But not today.
Maybe someday I'll forget you,
Maybe someday I won't regret you,
Maybe someday I will forgive,
Maybe someday I'll learn how to live,
Without you.
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3. |
Carry On
04:09
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Carry On
Oh my poor broken heart,
What is it to gain?
I went looking for sunshine,
But found only rain.
Oh my poor fragile heart,
Feeling hopeless and lame,
I looked for something different,
But found just the same.
But even though it is bruised,
Black and blue and halfway gone,
I feel its regular beat,
And just carry on.
Oh my poor mending heart,
What's a little pain?
You make it through this wiser,
And smile at the rain.
But even though it is bruised,
Black and blue and halfway gone,
I feel its regular beat,
And just carry on.
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4. |
Don't Care
04:26
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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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5. |
Dancer
03:11
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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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6. |
Lets Just Go
05:03
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Lets Just Go
Lets get out of here,
Depart and dissapear,
Move ourselves from this grey old town,
Where nothing comes to pass,
Except the growth of grass,
Which soon enough will turn to dirty brown.
Lets just go,
Pack our bags and run,
Find a better life,
Before we're dead and done,
A rivers flow,
Is what we should become,
A tune played on a fife,
Or beating of a drum.
Lets go to somewhere new,
Where we can be us two,
Strangers who have slates so bright and clean,
Lets fly across the sea,
Where to? It matters not to me,
Lets split , vamoosh, just quit this crazy scene.
And I would go anywhere with you.
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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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