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Grind
02:48
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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. |
Paper In Brine
05:24
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Paper In Brine
A poor wilted Rose, lies crushed to the ground,
Ravishing once, but now rotten bound,
Fleeting in scope, is all beauty’s hope,
For soon beauty fades, like echoes in sound.
Matter doesn’t matter,
It’s fallible and weak,
Just like some paper in brine,
Just like some paper in brine.
Night falls so fast, descends like a lie,
Choking the sun and choking the sky,
To leave shadows cast on all but the past,
For roses to clay, will turn by and by.
We are so fallible.
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3. |
Be
03:18
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Be
Wind whistles across the bay
Sky angry threatens rain,
But we just sit and watch the sea.
Walked miles across the beach,
Far from eyes prying reach,
Where we can simply sit and be.
You take away my fears.
Wave gently skim the sand,
As we sit hand in hand,
The two of us so secretly
We kissed then talked about hope,
And where our future lies scope,
And where we can simply sit and be.
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4. |
Downer
04:25
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Downer
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.
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5. |
Lets Just Go
04:35
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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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