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Maverick Social Distance Club

by Matt Hartless & the Maverick 7

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1.
Stop Pretending 04:27
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The golden hour, time has run sour Like an arrest Written all over your face Like a notebook And I'm here and I'm there And I'm a thousand miles in the other direction Woah I must stop pretending Cos you're a lifetime too late And no I cannot go back there It's not a miracle that I can create You had your chance, you passed it by You would not recognise or stare it in the eye And I don't want you to think I'll still be there When you've failed your grand task Woah I must stop pretending Cos you're a lifetime too late And no I cannot go back there It's not a miracle that I can create Woah I saw you looking Cos you're a lifetime too late And no we cannot discuss this It's not a miracle that I can create My mouse that roared has held its tongue No time for a serenade The lion called cos he forgot his gun To do the damage And cause the outrage While you're still afraid Woah I must stop pretending Cos you're a lifetime too late And no I cannot go back there It's not a miracle that I can create Woah I saw you looking Cos you're a lifetime too late And no we cannot discuss this It's not a miracle that I can create That I can create That I can create That I can create That I can create
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Skeptic (Lockdown Version) 03:47
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In my head, in my head It is barely making sense Through all the damn conviction I'm just sitting on the fence So to the mountain I must go To seek whatever I could know A deep ravine of good intention Is all that I am shown I try to learn, I try to fight Pick up a language overnight Solve a mass extinction problem And dismiss it out of spite Cos I'm no titan, no messiah Just another worker bee The burden of this knowledge Heavy weather over me I'm a skeptic... I'm a skeptic to the core So that won't do, I start anew Try to satiate my blues Given time, peace of mind Work on being satisfied Review my matches on these apps My dignity is near collapse My intention for connection Has entirely relapsed I bite your flesh under duress I cannot save this awkward mess I despair this sweaty matrimony Getting you undressed This heady state, this fever dream Radiates from you in sleep My bed insomnia initiates I think I'm in too deep I'm a skeptic... I'm a skeptic to the core I'm at a loss, don't know what's next I've tried success and I've tried sex To feel complete, but try I might I doubt that it will see me right Cos I'm no titan, no messiah Just another worker bee Through addiction, pride and envy Heavy weather over me I'm a skeptic... I'm a skeptic to the core
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Pressure, Pressure 05:25
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Take me on and I will fall in front of your juggernaut Falling from a suspension bridge, how I wish I was caught Halve the gift that I won't give, bleed it out so I don't live Call the white suits, oh grow up I am tired of you and your inventions Leave me out to dry with best intentions Oh home away from home I'm not messianic you should know that by now Give me one more chance to prove I'm not trying to catch you out I'll relive when I can't go, made mistakes and now I'm thrown From this place I love to call my home But I don't have it in me I thought I made that clear When I feel unclean I choose not to live my life by fear We're not mad and we're not lying We're not weak, attention seeking I can't steer I can't believe this is happening I'm in denial Thirteen gelling agents and I'm out of here Things were so much easier when you were sincere There's no point in leaving what I feel comfortable with And no more pressure, pressure eating me up When I feel tired and old I may regret who I've become But I know that I'll never see the sun If I go where you want We're not mad and we're not lying We're not weak, attention seeking I can't steer When I am changing and growing up Who I am following on the run I know that I'll never see the sun If I go, where you want This is arbitrary now
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Sandstone (Campfire Version) 04:38
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How much chance do I have? It's all a game to you and I'm just mad Can you maintain that you never would? It's all a game to you, what fun you've had And I just hate to be right Hiding and hunting with two on the go It seems all hope's coming to an end The difference and distance is 3000 miles But they're not going to stop when they're there A sociopath with a dubious past But you're tired of being so alone Cut out like a ghost from the one you love most To the evil that you have condoned You can't see they'll bleed you dry It's all too late for us we've lost all hope How much chance have I got? It's all a game to you, there's more than one And I just hate to be right It's sad, there can be no doubt When you won't look me in the eye I could learn to live without what I need But would that make it right? No... Hiding and hunting with two on the go It seems all hope's coming to an end The difference and distance is 3000 miles But they're not going to stop when they're there A sociopath with a dubious past But you're tired of being so alone Cut out like a ghost from the one you love most To the evil that you have condoned
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Less Than Subtle Political Overture #1 (I Hate the Conservatives) 04:23
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I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts No-one under 35 Can afford a future And pointless cuts to the arts Cos they don't give a fuck about culture Do you really think they represent you With all these student doctors cut from the NHS What can I say to convince you No punishment for bankers or a tax on millionaires Lib Dems, they are just a joke Lib Dems, they are just a joke Lib Dems, they are just a joke 50 grand of student debt Lib Dems, they are just a joke Lib Dems, they are just a joke Lib Dems, they are just a joke But I'll tell you what I really think I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts Bare faced lies and propaganda Worked for Brexit and austerity They tried it for Dominic Cummings So he can drive 500 miles unlike you or me Do you really think they represent you All Boris wants to do is hypnotise us What can I say to convince you They don't care if you die from starving or the virus Sir Keir's not that good at this Sir Keir's not that good at this Sir Keir's not that good at this Just Johnson's apologist Sir Keir's not that good at this Sir Keir's not that good at this Sir Keir's not that good at this But I'll tell you what I really think I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts Thatcher's deregulations Still fuck us several years after her death The cabinet are psychopaths They'll sell us bit by bit until there's nothing left Do you really think they represent you Abandoning our safety in the middle of this mess What can I say to convince you With over sixty thousand in excess deaths, well... I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives I hate the conservatives Useless bunch of selfish cunts
6.
Make Believe (Lockdown Version) 03:46
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Dark street, on the corner, figure appears Speech slurred by spirits and wine Still await the one who promised to be Here in the flesh descended from the divine It's not your fault, I'm happy to deal with it A ray of sunshine turns into a storm Appears oppressive, unwilling to let me in You need to get inside and keep yourself warm But I've seen people who don't believe me I can't pick one out and say stop I won't let the world see what you mean to me Make you believe I'm a hero when I'm not Come see the scene of a madman in hiding There's no question I can't do it right But I challenge the views and authority Because I can't escape try as I might Cold cut, hard cut, everyone running but You always fought not to be apart Big show, front row, etiquette over though You wouldn't sleep with him and that's how it starts But I've seen people who don't believe me I can't pick one out and say stop I won't let the world see what you mean to me Make you believe I'm a hero when I'm not But I've seen people who don't believe me I can't pick one out and say stop I won't let the world see what you mean to me Make you believe I'm a hero when I'm not Carry on but I can never forgive you I wish you luck and offer daily advice Just claim the sun never rises
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The Ballad of Moss Side (Acoustic) 06:14
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My bones creak like a country house Under the October sky But the house fell apart years ago God forbid you understand why So you treat me like an infidel Disregard all that I say I came to you when I was desperate But you turned me away So we've crossed to the other side When there's nowhere left for us to hide And do you know what you've done Ask yourself can you cope when I'm gone So you treat me like an infidel Disregard all that I say I came to you when I was desperate But you turned me away You think I'm being lazy and I find all of this fun And my barren moral landscape is the smoking gun That someone fired in Moss Side as I lay in Platt Fields Park Counting my blessings but dropping them in the dark No there ain't no hope like music If you've got it then you might as well abuse it The outlook is poor but I've got harmony as a cure Everyone else ran out terrified when the wolf kicked down my door I'm firing on all cylinders and flying on the run Give me back my voice I can't control what I've begun I am a vagabond, a rogue, a dog without a bone Will someone please help me, I'm a king without a throne I'm firing on all cylinders and flying on the run Give me back my voice, I can't control what I've begun I am a vagabond, a rogue, a dog without a bone Will someone please help me locate my home You treat me like an infidel Disregard all that I say I came to you when I was desperate But you turned me away This isn't fantasy, this isn't heresy It's just all the hope that I've got Cos there ain't no hope like music...
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Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye 02:42
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While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye, A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, When first you went to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, All from the island of Ceylon; So low in the flesh, so high in the bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye.

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As a treat for all fans of the Maverick 7, we're releasing a collection of music written, arranged and recorded during the first 2020 lockdown of the Coronavirus pandemic. All money made through sales, will go into our band fund and/or split five ways between us, so you're supporting musicians deprived of chances to do anything if you buy it!

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released December 11, 2020

Tracks 1, 3 and 4 written by Matt Hartless
Tracks 2, 6 and 7 written by Matt Hartless, Jess Megson, Matt Creighton, Shelli Le Fay and Casey Birks
Track 5 written by Matt Hartless and Matt Creighton
Track 8 written by Joseph B. Geoghegan

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 and 7 performed and recorded by Matt Hartless
Tracks 2 and 6 performed and recorded by Matt Hartless, Jess Megson, Matt Creighton, Shelli Le Fay and Casey Birks
Track 8 performed by Matt Hartless and Shelli Le Fay and recorded by Matt Hartless

All tracks produced and mastered by Matt Hartless

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Matt Hartless & the Maverick 7 Manchester, UK

Many moons ago, Matt Hartless rode into town from across the Sea on horseback with nothing but a guitar and a song in his heart.

Selling an aquatic horse would have made life easier, but that's not the Maverick way and Matt soon found himself recruiting troubadours from across Manchester to give the gift of Gypsy-ska-flamenco-folk-punk-rock to the world. ... more

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