RECORD—PLAY—WRITE

by Hank Midnight

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released August 12, 2015

All songs written, recorded and performed by Hank Mittnacht ("Hank Midnight")

Album cover by Chloe Mossessian.

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Track Name: Record—Play—Write (full experience)
Your rising fortune,
Is breaking my bank!
These nights of leisure,
Are making me think!
About the things,
We put aside,
Last year.
About the things,
We put aside,
Before we met.

My love for you grows sweeter,
Like some long forgotten wine,
And I know you'll leave me,
I know you will,
But I've got a few months' time.
My touch for you grows weary,
Like a dance in the neighbors' yard,
And I know you loved me,
That's what you said,
Before leaving me behind.

All she left was a photograph:
Two people kissing in the park.
Black and white and the exposure,
Highlights brightness over dark.
And like an asinine addiction,
I watch it boorish from my bed.
I hung it up next to the window,
The paint that's peeling is full of lead.

Do you know why?
Why they talk to me?
Saying 'it's safe to open up your window'?

Whispered words from a native man,
Who claims he's telling me the truth,
His wife gets aggravated easily,
And toasts with bottles of vermouth.

Do you know where?
They want to take me?
They keep saying 'it's just steps outside your window'.

Burnt jeans,
And dead cities brought me to you.
I went to the interview,
In a matter of seconds I knew,
There is nothing that...
There is nothing else I can do.
But play my music,
Late at night and next to you!
Track Name: Broken Bank
Your rising fortune,
Is breaking my bank!
These nights of leisure,
Are making me think!
About the things,
We put aside,
Last year.
About the things,
We put aside,
Before we met.
Track Name: My Love For You Grows Sweeter
My love for you grows sweeter,
Like some long forgotten wine,
And I know you'll leave me,
I know you will,
But I've got a few months' time.
My touch for you grows weary,
Like a dance in the neighbors' yard,
And I know you loved me,
That's what you said,
Before leaving me behind.
Track Name: Photograph
All she left was a photograph:
Two people kissing in the park.
Black and white and the exposure,
Highlights brightness over dark.
And like an asinine addiction,
I watch it boorish from my bed.
I hung it up next to the window,
The paint that's peeling is full of lead.

Do you know why?
Why they talk to me?
Saying 'it's safe to open up your window'?

Whispered words from a native man,
Who claims he's telling me the truth,
His wife gets aggravated easily,
And toasts with bottles of vermouth.

Do you know where?
They want to take me?
They keep saying 'it's just steps outside your window'.
Track Name: Burnt Jeans
Burnt jeans,
And dead cities brought me to you.
I went to the interview,
In a matter of seconds I knew,
There is nothing that...
There is nothing else I can do.
But play my music,
Late at night and next to you!