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A Proud Surrender
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A Proud Surrender by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
I was born in the northwest of England
Where industrial shells like monuments stand
Crumbling tombs from a forgotten land
The price for which progress was sold
There lies the truth so I’m told
If together you set out to conquer a mountain
Pity the man who dares fall behind
It’s on the trip to the top that temperaments are tested
It’s on the descent that men tend to die
Can you recognise a sin when you’re sinning?
Likewise tell that you’re winning till you’ve won?
Triumph is nothing if not shared with someone
Take mercy succumb to the cold
There lies the truth so I’m told
Somewhere upon a godforsaken island
Craggy and damp fallen men lie
For thirty years have their widows been weeping
Now their babies are waving goodbye
Am I the man I believed I’d become?
Could I without question take sides for someone?
Tie a bayonet to the end of the gun
And let them decorate me with gold?
There lies the truth so I’m told
Is there such thing as a proud surrender?
Is it ever the right time to run?
What will you tell your sweetheart at the station
When her pretty waist you do hold?
Have I the heart to love without limit?
Have I the stomach to suffer unsure?
Have I the nerve to believe for a lifetime
Fortune will favour the bold?
I’m tired of waiting to be pleasantly saved
From the purgatory my own recklessness made
Some days I long in the distance to hear
A jackboot crack down the road
There lies the truth so I’m told
There lies the truth so I’m told
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Arica Road
03:38
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Arica Road by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
In her best party dress she walks by
The old man he steps aside
Smiles and doths his cap
She turns and she smiles back
Sometimes I’m glad to be alive
Young boy bloody kneed
Sitting alone by the roadside
He doesn’t wear a frown
He stands and dusts himself down
Picks up his bike and begins to ride
Sometimes I’m glad to be alive
Take what you want from me
I’ve nothing left to hold
The more and more I see
The more I long to be
Back on Arica Road just you and me
Shopkeeper strums a guitar
‘til a customer arrives
Fills a brown paper bag
With beer wine and a local rag
And tries to blink the stars out of his eyes
Sometimes I’m glad to be alive
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Two Strangers
03:34
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Two Strangers by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
Two strangers fall
Puncture the stillness of the night
A barroom brawl
A fight spills out to the quiet street
Sodium light
A scene not unlike many you’ve known
The local cinema
The latest Hollywood blockbuster is shown
A handful of dreamers waiting for the lights to low
For an hour or two they’re free
Splendid anonymity
The curtains close
I paint with colours that I wish that I could see
But there’s a greyness lately come over me
So many things that I would do if I knew how
I’m much older now
Still younger than I’m ever gonna be
Old lovers sit
In silence at their usual café
Cigarettes lit
The way they did when they were young
They’ve become two cracks in the fading promenade
Select and skim a stone
Turn to see a crumbling concrete façade
That saltwater and time hit oh so hard
Up on the balcony she stands
Her finest silk gloves on her hands
And I’m in love
Quarrelling friends
Grievances been buried so very long
They have depended upon one another all their lives
Tearful goodbyes sometimes really can be for the best
Always on the outside
Ridiculed by some and criticised by the rest
I should have read the signs
I really should have guessed
Rarely’s anyone to blame
A masterpiece in an unflattering frame’s
A shame still nonetheless
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Gypsy Child
04:03
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Gypsy Child by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
I’ve never met you before
I don’t know your name
My mind’s not made up yet
I can tell yours is the same
Tonight let’s be lovers
Tomorrow go our separate ways
In no time we’ll forget
We ever saw one another’s face
I am yours you are mine
What we’re all looking for
Most of us’ll never find
Sweet satisfaction
Our own moment in time
I am yours you are mine
I’ve never met you before
Are you powerful of meek?
Do people shout you down
Or pay attention when you speak?
Small town hero
Didn’t quite make the grade
Undisputed champion
With nothing left to chase
I’ve never met you before
I don’t know what you believe
My lions and their unicorns
Have all been released
I am a man in exile
From where I don not know
Just another gypsy child
With no place left to go
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Grand Tales In Tired Covers by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
If you see me laying down
When the latest battle’s over
And the light’s long left the sky
And the kids are heading home
Show me the picture in your pocket
The fighter on your skin
The old pin that you treasure
And I’ll come round again
If you see me wandering round
When another year is closing
And the café’s kicking out
And the old crowd’s leaving town
Tell me of summers spent in chalets
Of trophies boldly won
Of once young faded leathers
Together will we run
Count your copper pennies dear
The wind that brings our fortune’s drawing near
If you see me turning in
When the evening tide is waning
And the captain’s laid his law
And the downpour has begun
Bring me pebbles from all places
And watches bound to fail
And grand tales in tired covers
And once more will we sail
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6. |
For A Minute There
02:46
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For A Minute There by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
For a minute there
I thought my lonely days were over
Now I’m right back where I began
Looking for a shoulder to rest my head on
For a minute there
I thought my lucky day had come
Now I’m right back where I began
Looking for someone to call darling again
Every time I see a setting sun
I will never think of anyone but you only you
And the love I lost so rare and true
For a minute there
I really thought it was forever
Now I’m right back where I began
Knowing that I’ll never know love like that again
For a minute there
I really thought it was that easy
Now I’m right back where I began
Needing someone to need me to know who really am
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Never More Than A Moment
04:44
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Never More Than A Moment by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
Hush friend rest beside me
I’m weary I’m weak
Haven’t the power to reason
Haven’t the reason to speak
Remember the scent and colour
Of every flower that you gave
And care not for the number
You received along the way
For beauty in bloom is fleeting
Even the sun will wilt and decay
You’re never more than a moment from the grave
I’m sorry my love for one day
I’ll no longer be around
So collect the tears of laughter
Your sorrows for to drown
And dwell you not on opinion
Of idle minds today
For your life is in colour
While theirs is black and grey
And though their eyes are dull and empty
Their mouths spit fear and hate
You’re never more than a moment from the grave
Your head’s above the parapet
Your neck is on the line
Your conscience is a fortress
Cut from granite washed with lime
When the hurricane comes and the sea swells
You’ll have the nerve to stay
When the idiot mob rap on your door
You’ll refuse to hide away
For your mind is clear when you’re staring
Down the barrel of a gun or wave
You’re never more than a moment from the grave
This is my hour of anger
This is my moment of greed
I’ve loved you you’ve amused me
You’ve nothing more I need
Take comfort in the knowing
Every hour of every day
You laboured your palms to leather
Yet never were a slave
For you wagered it all and you gambled
For you knew not how else to behave
You’re never more than a moment from the grave
You’re never more than a moment
A sigh or a footstep away
You’re never more than a moment from the grave
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Sweet Mary Jane
03:22
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Sweet Mary Jane by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
Black-eyed girl bows her fiddle
For a little loose pocket change
She sways like a spirit
At her debutant ball
Oh how silk and satin
Would sooth her jagged bones
That rub and wrench against
Her ill-fitting overalls
Oh how good it feels to be gone
Fisherman casts the final line
From The Sweet Mary-Jane
Just as generations have done before
His three sons are grown now
And to the city have fled
He sheds a tear and steers
Sweet Mary back to shore
In my dusty denim sat
On the memorial stone
Where in towering glory
Shimmer names in tidy rows
Curled up in my pocket
A green cotton cap I chanced at the fair
Every day’s a lucky one
Maybe
I suppose
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Enough To Let You Go
02:40
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Enough To Let You Go by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
You say all you want to do
Is make me happy
I’m sad and I’m ashamed
Of what I’ve reduced you to
Sometimes when I’m half asleep
I swear that I hear
A tear fall and crash
To the linen sheet
I would comfort you if only how I did know
I hope I never love you enough to let you go
Nowadays I’m afraid I’ve been
Finding it hard to separate the truth
From the rest of the ruthless routine
And lately I’ve noticed you sigh
Has acquired a futile tone
So soft and faint
Yet cold as stone
I would try for you ‘til I’d no more breath left to blow
I hope I never love you enough to let you go
I would follow you to heaven above or hell below
I hope I never love you enough to let you go
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The Day The Rebel In Me Dies by Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou
They will whip you and squeeze you
And tell you elegance has had its day
Spit on the ground they know not what they say
Just pirouette and carry one
They declare you a paper genius
And just when you think you know it all
They tear it up and throw you on the pile
Fuel the fire let it burn
I’ll give in fade away
Come to some compromise
The day the rebel in me dies
They coo and try to please you
And just when it seems you’re home and dry
Suddenly no one’ll look you in the eye
No reason to be found
They will trip you and tease you
Tell you you’re an old fashioned irrelevance
You know given only half the chance
You’d rub their faces in the ground
Someday we’re gonna ride like the wind
Astride a beautiful machine
We’ll fly until the pistons scream
Us into heaven’s waiting arms
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Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou Saint Leonards, UK
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