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...

I said 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...
And I'm 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
   Well if only I'd known from the start
Such a sensitive toy, for a suburban boy
   who believed he was suffering for art...
And 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...






5     Midwest Midnight  (M. Stanley / M. Gee)
Courtsey of Sony Music Special Products, a division of Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

Still the most honest song I've ever written ... one of the new songs on the live Stagepass album that was originally
intended for a new studio LP we were working on to be called Basement Band, but it was Frampton Comes
Alive time and Epic wanted a live album ... I have always wanted to do a studio version of this tune, but maybe this
was the best way to do this one ... the first of several of my "bad attitude" songs concerning the music biz, and
no I don't know who the lady on the cover is ...

Michael Stanley: Lead Vocals / Guitar		Daniel Pecchio: Bass / Vocals
Jonah Koslen: Lead Guitar / Vocals			Tommy Dobeck Drums
Bob Pelander: Keyboards / Vocals

Album: Stagepass. 1977 Recorded live at the Agora Ballroom, Cleveland, Ohio ... R.I.P
Produced by MSB and Bill Szymczyk