Story Behind the Song
This was a live show, one of the last of the Virtually Acoustic Club. It was recorded on June 6th 2002 in London by David Sherwood on minidisc, and included a second guitarist Julian Copping whose sounds and touch made this song from the Peter Brown album WARM memorable and worth issuing.
Lyrics
2. The Secret
I've had a secret from the day I was born
Woke up in darkness one fine morn, yeah
Saw myself as a parody
Wanted to be it but it just wasn't me, no
You might think that I'm sick in mind
'Cause I can't leave the past behind, no
Can't turn around look it in the face -
Too much to bear, too high a price, yeah
chorus
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No-one to trust in or survive
It's a secret I just can't share
It's mine alone, its my despair
What would happen if anyone knew
Would they laugh at my point of view? Would they?
Would they put me in the machine
Iron me out stiff and clean? Would they?
I see myself walking down the street
Talking to someone that I meet, yeah
Another person, another life
Lurking with a kitchen knife, yeah
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No-one to trust in or survive
Cut off from life, cut off from hope
Sliding down the slippery slope
Need someone to give me perfect love
Anything less just wouldn't be enough, no
Need someone to wash away my sin
Throw my secret in the refuse bin, yeah
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No-one to trust in or survive
No-one to turn to when I feel pain
Nowhere to shelter in the rain
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No-one to trust in or confide
It's a secret I just can't share -
It's mine alone, it's my despair
by Peter brown c. Lemang Music 2000
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