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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Stanley Band
Michael Stanley Band
Performer
Bill Szymczyk
Bill Szymczyk
Remixer
M. Stanley
M. Stanley
Bass
Ed Marshal
Ed Marshal
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Gee
M. Gee
Composer
M. Stanley
M. Stanley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Stanley Band
Michael Stanley Band
Producer
Bill Szymczyk
Bill Szymczyk
Producer
Allan Blazek
Allan Blazek
Producer
Ed Marshal
Ed Marshal
Producer

Letra

Stanley Michael Volume 2: 1977 to 1980 Midwest Midnight From "Stagepass"(Live at the Agora), 1976, EMI Records Group With thirteen lovers I hid beneath the covers Got staples in my hands for my time With the radio low so the folks don't know I proceed with my passion of crime... And though somewhat obtuse, I've been told this abuse Will more than likely make me go blind But with a heart that's aching, it's a risk worth taking 'Cause true love, they say, is so hard to find... Why can't she see what she's doing to me If that bandstand girl only was here And I'm living the dream, getting lost on the screen, Doing Presley in front of the mirror... Hanging around, getting high on the sounds Of the ladies and electric guitars Cross a double yellow line to who knows where With six sets of glory a night in some bar... Midwest midnight Ten thousand watts of holy light From my radio so clear... Bodies glistening, everybody's listening As the man plays all the hits that you want to hear. With a will to believe, and my songs on my sleeve If only I'd known from the start Such a sensitive toy, for a suburban boy Who believed he was suffering for art... But then something went wrong And he watched as his songs Met a slow death of silence, but worse He was taken to task, by some critic who asked, "Do you write the words or lyrics first..." I hear 'em callin': "Boy, you should be grateful To get your foot inside the door. You know there's thousands out there Who would take your place... This attitude of yours, my son, Well, it lacks the due respect... You bite the hand that feeds you-- Even if you're never fed..." Chasing the fame keeps 'em all in the game But money's still the way they keep score And nobody told you that you would get older Strung out like some Avenue whore... Waiting release, getting shot through the grease, Some L.A. madonna's maligned And New York's calling just to see if you've heard 'Bout the great English band They just signed... Take me back to... Midwest midnight Ten thousand watts of holy light From my radio so clear... Bodies glistening, is anybody listening? Does the man still play all the hits that you want to hear...
Writer(s): M. Stanley, M. Gee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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