TRILBY MAN

They say there’s little left to smile about
The daily race to hammer out
Fears, drowning voices out
Listening takes too long to think about
In the void of twenty years
Where are the open ears
To share our sonic souvenirs
When story telling disappears?

A musician’s lot is not a happy one
Cut through a million voices on
Line, on eighty-eight to ninety-one
It flies, another singer gone
Are we ever going to
Find a crowd so overdue
Left to major labels you
Know you’ll always be a little

Too young, too old, too hard,
Too soft, too breakaway
Too done before

The Trilby man
Whose heart preceded him
Took us in, gave us a vitamin
A shot of self-belief, a grin
Reviews to make them think again
We’ll keep the hat on stage with us
When competition’s vigorous
We owe so much to Icarus
There’s no

Too young…

No time to lose, no choice to fail
So fly we will, you’re in our trail