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by The Midnight

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Youth 03:09
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Wave 04:31
We are not a sentimental age We don’t want our parent’s china or their ticker tape parade We are not a sentimental age We’re out getting high on fire escapes We are hooking up with strangers we will never see again We are not a sentimental age But when I dream, we’re all melting together Synchronized in a mass embrace Beads of water folding together Like a north shore wave How strange We’re parts of each other how strange I’ll never even know your name We are not a sentimental age On our shoulders is a boulder of a debt we cannot pay We are not a sentimental age Diagnosis says I tend to disengage I’d rather have my privacy, I’d rather have my space These are just the pills I have to take We are not a sentimental age But when I dream, we’re all melting together Synchronized in a mass embrace Beads of water folding together Like a north shore wave How strange We’re parts of each other how strange I’ll never even know your name
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The kids are sad The sky is blue There are monsters in the spare bedroom Kids grow up And move away They closed the plant Then the mall arcade The kids are sad Their Parents too Kids get high in the spare bedroom We grow up And move away The seasons pass but the monsters stay
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Lost Boy 04:37
We were the monsters and fire-breathers We were the quiet sunrise leavers You were a good girl, what could I do? I was a lost boy when I met you Hold me til I’m not lonely anymore It’s only the crashing of the ocean to the shore Because in the dark there are no strangers, There are no strangers at all We were the rebels, lone survivors We were the cult of deep sea divers We were young once then we grew old We were shining, we were fool's gold Hold me till I’m not lonely anymore It’s only the crashing of the ocean to the shore Because in the dark there are no strangers, There are no strangers at all
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Explorers 04:16
To the freedom fighters, to the everest climbers, to the castaways To the midnight riders, to the spark igniters, I am on my way Let it be said, and let it be known, he who is free is never alone The path before us, the world behind us I’ll wait for you there To the lost ark raiders, to the lion tamers, to the stowaway To the white tide chaser, to the black flag raiser, I’m on my way Let it be said, and let it be known, he who is free is never alone The path behind us, the world before us I’ll wait for you there There’s a song that sailors know Lost, alone and far from home Golden gallions. golden guns And find that place under the sun There’s a song on the Sahara wind That lifts you to your feet again That dances on the clockwork stars That pulses through a beating heart
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America 2 04:01
I made my home in a ten-ton bomb And I was so happy with 28 years of free fallin’ But now it’s all guts and I’m bawlin' She was born in a tenement walk-up With shit for nerves, you know she never learned to talk to adults She said ‘everything's easier in here’ Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through, no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too All I ever wanted was a spot in the mountains With an a-frame cabin and nobody counting our days Or cursing or praising on name But the best we could do is to enter the void Like a wide-eyed child waking up to the noise of East Harlem Don’t they see that we’re starving? Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash When the music is through no she don’t look back I’ve come to look for America too And we stole the car on the 4th of July I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night I’ve come to look for America too
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released September 21, 2018

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The Midnight Los Angeles, California

There is a Japanese term: Mono no aware. It means basically, the sad beauty of seeing time pass - the aching awareness of impermanence. These are the days that we will return to one day in the future only in memories.

The Midnight consists of Tyler Lyle (a songwriter from the Deep South) and Tim McEwan (a producer from Denmark).
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