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Back
03:09
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Back
Can't believe I'm here again,
On these long-lost streets,
Such a strange feeling,
So incomplete.
The ghosts still haunt me,
The whisper in my sleep,
I pray The Lord will save me,
Pray my soul to keep.
The streetlights sing,
Of what I've lost and left behind,
Their song goes right through me, chills me to the bone,
Well never mind.
The ghosts still haunt me,
The whisper in my sleep,
I pray The Lord will save me,
Pray my soul to keep.
The spectres creep and moan and howl,
And threaten me with their distant growls,
You cannot eat when you're disembowelled,
And when the spectre a creep and a howl,
Your voice it echoes through the night,
And mocks me with it's hopeful light.
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2. |
Sat In An Empty Bar
03:58
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Sat In An Empty Bar
Sat in an empty bar,
The world revolves outside, out of view,
Trying to make sense of the words,
You left before you flew.
And the last thing you said to me was,
'I'd only hurt you more.'
And you left, to be with him,
How could you hurt me more?
Nothing makes sense any more,
I drink to try and forget (such a cliché)
In one minute my world fell apart,
I lost my love, I lost my respect.
And the last thing you said to me was,
'I'd only hurt you more.'
And you left, to be with him,
How could you hurt me more?
Drink this liquid down,
Any luck I will drown,
Sad pathetic old drunk,
See how far you have sunk.
And the last thing you said to me was,
'I'd only hurt you more.'
And you left, to be with him,
How could you hurt me more?
Drink this liquid down,
Any luck I will drown,
Sad pathetic old drunk,
See how far you have sunk.
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I Can't Fire You Because You Quit
Will you look at this messiness,
All because of your selfishness,
You told your friends I, 'abused,' you,
Guess they fell for that rouse too.
You screwed around and blamed,
Your situation,
But when will you take responsibility,
For your deception.
You talk behind others backs,
Then find your strength in numbers,
You project yourself to protect yourself,
So you're not, 'her.'
You screwed around and blamed,
Your situation,
But when will you take responsibility,
For your deception.
The running girl,
Who doesn't know her own mind,
Only knows when to quit,
Then blames it on her design.
Stop blaming others,
For the choices you made,
Take a good look at yourself,
And your self created parade.
You screwed around and blamed,
Your situation,
But when will you take responsibility,
For your deception.
The running girl,
Who doesn't know her own mind,
Only knows when to quit,
Then blames it on her design.
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4. |
Someday
04:04
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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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5. |
Shoes
03:22
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Shoes
With faithless shame,
I walk the streets with no aim.
But to put one foot in front of the other,
Fools aren't born, but made,
By the love, underpaid,
And taken by the callous hands of ones who laughed,
Forcing me onto a different path.
Walking dead, coming through,
Bloody head and this heart too.
Stride my stride, but side by side,
Walks the ghosts, of those who lied.
And left a broken man with nothing but his shoes,
Nothing but the memories of love's cruel rouse.
Walking dead, coming through,
Bloody head and this heart too.
Tell me what you want?
I wanna feel again...
To put one foot in front of the other,
A line was drawn and I reborn, undercover.
Walking dead, coming through,
Bloody head and this heart too.
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6. |
BloodRed
03:10
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Bloodred
This blood red stain in a bottle,
Keeps me warm, it holds me tight,
Just like the arms I miss so much,
She so far from me tonight.
This blood red stain in a bottle,
A cut vein in an empty glass,
A muse that guides and turns the tides,
Of tragedy into farce.
I drink from an artery sliced,
Straight from the arm of Christ,
I become God.
This blood red stain in a bottle,
A maudlin friend of misery,
A tune to hum when I'm struck dumb,
A foe that keeps me company.
I drink from an artery sliced,
Straight from the arm of Christ,
I become God.
And I've never been so tall,
Leaning against this wall.
I become God.
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7. |
My Surpirse
03:33
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My Surprise
Watching the dawn arise,
It stains red these clothes I'm wearing,
This handle holds my surprise,
(But) By now I'm beyond caring.
Nothing but smoke in my eyes,
These grey clouds and watery skies,
I am reminded that nothing lasts for ever,
But still, my surprise.
Swirling head to match this glass,
Time stops, but steams on ahead,
They moved so slowly but talked so fast,
I watched the stains on our bed.
Blue lights and voices raised,
Running but being cornered,
This note was my life erased,
More than you could be bothered.
Nothing but smoke in my eyes,
These grey clouds and watery skies,
I am reminded that nothing lasts for ever,
But still, my surprise.
Swirling head to match this glass,
Time stops, but steams on ahead,
They moved so slowly but talked so fast,
I watched the stains on our bed.
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8. |
Havisham
03:44
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Havisham
Patiently I wait,
Growing restless all the time,
I swallow down and deflate,
All I've got left now is time.
A fragile shell is easy cracked,
A worn out horse is rarely backed.
Solitude, bare walls,
Not what I would call a home,
Perfect dress, without a ball,
All I've got left now is home.
Broken hearts will never mend,
These written letters I'll never send.
What the Dickens has become of me?
A ghost stands in front of me,
And like a brick I'm built solidly,
Of the crazy that's inside of me.
Perfect dress, without a ball,
All I've got left now is home.
A fragile shell is easy cracked,
A worn out horse is rarely backed.
What the Dickens has become of me?
A ghost stands in front of me,
And like a brick I'm built solidly,
Of the crazy that's inside of me.
So many trinket memories,
So many songs to sing,
They all slip over my souls,
Just like the giving of a ring.
What the Dickens has become of me?
A ghost stands in front of me,
And like a brick I'm built solidly,
Of the crazy that's inside of me.
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9. |
No One
04:00
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No. 1
I hope wherever you are,
You're fine and having fun,
But that was always your forte,
Looking out for number one.
You never, ever, let anyone in,
You always, play, pretending to be in.
You'll talk at anyone,
But not listen to a word they say,
Is it to hide a darkness?
Or is it just to have your own way.
You never, ever, let anyone in,
You always, play, pretending to be in.
Losing is a hard task,
When you know everything,
The ruins that you leave,
Will still be there in the morning.
I don't think you realise,
The impact your actions have had,
I don't think realise or care,
The impact your actions have had.
You never, ever, let anyone in,
You always, play, pretending to be in.
Losing is a hard task,
When you know everything,
The ruins that you leave,
Will still be there in the morning.
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The Bitter Before The Sweet
How can an act,
Destroy completely?
Tear a world apart?
The madness comes, the madness stays,
It's there for months, not just for days,
It burrows in and makes a home.
When sullied facts,
Of infidelity,
Breaks and buries the heart.
The sadness runs, the sadness preys,
It makes the heart, but brittle clay,
It makes a sin of loves bare bones.
No more no more please,
It must be brighter soon,
The night is dark, I hear the call,
Of the sullied moon.
When cruelty,
Is the only promise,
How does one get back?
The sadness runs, the sadness preys,
It makes the heart, but brittle clay,
It makes a sin of loves bare bones.
The moon it taunts me wholly crude,
It whispers indiscreet,
But now I know the pain is a prelude,
The bitter before the sweet.
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11. |
Carry On
04:00
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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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12. |
Roses
03:01
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Roses
My love, my love, she ran far away,
She left and never said a word,
And still I don’t know to this day,
Why she flew like a scared little bird.
And the roses I gave her all wilted and died,
The day that she disappeared from my side,
The petals all dropped and then turned into ash,
And why oh why I can never decide.
My love, my love why did you flee from me?
What did I do? What more could I be?
I gave you my heart and my soul as a charm,
But still you ran into his arms.
My love, my love, (to) whom once I was bound,
Who I would have followed from life into ground,
I watch for you like a bird on a sill,
Because I am bound to you still.
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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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