Answer:
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
I never sleep yet sometimes I weep. I can get angry or just be happy. Wherever you go, I will follow. No matter what you do, I will be there. I cannot die. What am I?