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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
A hundred night of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses I feel it change And stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gathering In the finer parts of town They seem attracted to my indifference The irony just knocks me out And I love them as if I love them And they reciprocate with help But I look up at these mirrors sometimes And I can't see myself They say that some are born to burn And some are born to give They say that some people live and learn Some people only live and live You don't know that I come here If you did you would know why So we close our eyes You didn't notice me As i passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess Lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money on me |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
A hundred night of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses I feel it change And stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gathering In the finer parts of town They seem attracted to my indifference The irony just knocks me out And I love them as if I love them And they reciprocate with help But I look up at these mirrors sometimes And I can't see myself They say that some are born to burn And some are born to give They say that some people live and learn Some people only live and live You don't know that I come here If you did you would know why So we close our eyes You didn't notice me As i passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess Lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money on me |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Drive the road to your surrender
Time comes around... out of my hands Small boats on the beach at the dead of night Come and go before first light Leave me running in the wheel King of the world How do you feel? What is there to feel? So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? Been in pain for so long I can't even say what hurts anymore I will leave you alone I will deny I will leave you to bleed I will leave you with your life So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? All your spirit rack abuses Come to haunt you back by day All your Byzantine excuses Given time, given you away Don't be surprised when daylight comes To find that memory prick your thumbs You'll tell them where we run to hide I'm already dead It's a matter of time So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight How do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight Day-Glo Jesus on the dash Chalk marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
afraid of sunlight
Drive the road to your surrender Time comes around, out of my hands Small boats on the beach at dead of night Come and go before first light Leave me running in the wheel King of the world How do you feel? What is there to feel? So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? Been in pain for so long I can't even say what hurts anymore I will leave you alone I will deny I will leave you to bleed I will leave you with your life So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? All your spirit rack abuses Come back to haunt you day by day All your byzantine excuses Given time, give you away Don't be surprised when daylight comes To find that memory prick your thumbs You'll tell them where we run to hide I'm already dead, it's a matter of time It's a matter of time... So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? How do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? How do we now come to be Afraid... Dayglo Jesus on the dash Chalk marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head So how we now come to be...? |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
afraid of sunrise
Dressed in black, no turning back We blanked out on the Great White Way Fingers in desire's crack We'd bridge and tunnel into day Abandoned to the salt of skin Abandoned to the highway Sand running in the hourglass Heat of leather and mirages So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Dayglo Jesus on the dash Scorch marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head Don't lose your head Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Agave flower Sleeps beside me Drivin' on Nevada's burnin' Phoenix rising Drivin' on Into sunrise Dayglo Jesus on the dash Scorch marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid Afraid of Sunlight |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
There's a line on her jeans
That a ballpoint made >From a careless mistake That she can't wash away There's a heart on her sleeve >From a spill of red wine There's a piece of green in blue of her eyes She named it after me There's a stray dog she feeds That she found in the street And he loves her to hold him But he won't let her keep him And he claws at the door To be let out at night And she makes do without him and she worries about him She named him after me So if you ever decide That you have to escape And you travel the world And you can't find a place You could wind up believing That paradise Is nothing more than a feeling That goes on in your mind So if you ever find out what it is There's something you could do Cause if I ever hold that golden dream I want to tell you I'm gonna name it after you |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
There's a line on her jeans That a ballpoint made >From a careless mistake That she can't wash away There's a heart on her sleeve >From a spill of red wine There's a piece of green in blue of her eyes She named it after me There's a stray dog she feeds That she found in the street And he loves her to hold him But he won't let her keep him And he claws at the door To be let out at night And she makes do without him and she worries about him She named him after me So if you ever decide That you have to escape And you travel the world And you can't find a place You could wind up believing That paradise Is nothing more than a feeling That goes on in your mind So if you ever find out what it is There's something you could do Cause if I ever hold that golden dream I want to tell you I'm gonna name it after you |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be Man in a uniform...bride on his arm Mum always was a fool for money and charm He's been talkin' in his sleep again Sayin' he's sorry, callin' my name Sayin' how he's so ashamed.... Alone again in the lap of luxury Since it happened I had nothin' to say It used to bother them but now it's O.K Mother cleans his dreadful house every day Scrubbing at the stains that won't go away They sent me away to the school on the park They said it would be good for me I still hear the other kids cry in the dark Alone again in the lap of luxury Is there no escape I don't remember the last time I cried I don't remember much except lies See the little girl spirallin' down This is a photograph of who she is now "One day this will all be yours" he said Tidy up your room and straight to bed Tidy up those thoughts in your head Alone again in the lap of luxury I could be anywhere right now If I only had the nerve to leave this house Maybe somewhere by the sea...... Take me somewhere, anywhere please!!! We could make a pillow of sand and sleep We could roll We could make We could see We could scream Far Father Farthest Oh daddy... You do not do anymore..... For God's sake don't pretend to be concerned.... Turn into nightmares in the end Throw a party for all my friends Alone again in the lap of luxury. i) Now Wash Your Hands You give up hope You settle down With your favorite soap.... Now wash your hands |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
I went to Morisson's grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me To the steps inside of me And what would you do if I got down on my knees to you What would you do if I lied to your face Could you still hold your dreams Could you live with your silent face So what would you do would you walk right through me Would you stand in the way like the others before Get in the way Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day Tell me the truth save a prayer for me I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long Eternal romantic victory failed on Beaujolais day I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango Heading away to the inner wrangle Do we cry for a cell Do we need for a cell What would you do would you cry for me Could you set off ... could we go gently Blame it away Do you really want to head for the open door Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me Just an absent friend and a misery Laying awake do we stay right there 'Till Beaujolais day On Beaujolais day So what would you do would you lie to me Would you sit right back in a victory Would you play for me Could you die for me So what would you do would you walk right through me Heading away saying it's just another victory This is Beaujolais day |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
beautiful
Everybody knows we live in a world Where they give bad names to beautiful things Everybody knows we live in a world Where we don't give beautiful things a second glance Heaven only knows we live in a world Where what we call beautiful is just something on sale People laughing behind their hands As the fragile and the sensitive are given no chance And the leaves turn from red to brown To be trodden down, to be trodden down And the leaves turn from red to brown Fall to the ground, fall to the ground We don't have to live in a world Where we give bad names to beautiful things We should live in a beautiful world We should give beautiful a second chance And the leaves fall red to brown To be trodden down, trodden down And the leaves turn green to red to brown Fall to the ground and get kicked around You strong enough to be Have you the faith to be Sane enough to be Honest enough to stay Don't have to be the same Don't have to be this way C'mon and sign your name You wild enough to remain beautiful? Beautiful And the leaves turn from red to brown To be trodden down, trodden down And the leaves fall green to red to brown Fall to the ground, but we can turn it around You strong enough to be Why don't you stand up and say Give yourself a break They'll laugh at you anyway So why don't you stand up and be beautiful Black white red gold and brown We're stuck in this world Nowhere to go Turn it around... |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Today! I saw music in the sky
I drove towards it in my car And I turned left and I turned right But I could never lose the light That shines towards tomorrow night Who can say what it means? What goes on in between And what gets in between It's just somethin' Between you and me Between you and me Between you and me It's as sweet as can be. Today! I saw music in the sky It sang around me. I went blind. Like a masterpiece in a disguise Couldn't stop it pulling at my eyes Who can say what it means What goes on in between And what gets in between Ice and fire Between you and me Between you and me Sweet as can be Between you and me Monday.. Tuesday.. Blow a fuse day Fix it in the usual way Meet me at the church and we'll get in a state Stay up late and I'll wake up feeling like A kid swingin' on heavens gate With no God to complain Or point the finger of blame We'll get it all down on video 8 You comin' out to play? Could be quite a day... And I sang that pretty tune An open airy song And my heart looped the loop Well I could do no wrong. Who can say what it means? What goes on in between Who can say what you see And what gets in between you and me Between you and me Sweet as can be Between you and me |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
If you were a baby I would take you and run
I could hide you in the folds of my heart There's a truth in the madness I can't get beyond And a fever that won't leave me alone I don't want my heart Don't want my head Don't want my friends Don't want my bed I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you I will stare from the window At the shapes in the rain As the space between us Drives me insane I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I want no one else If I was a child I would refuse to leave I would sit down on the street Kick my legs and scream I'm not much of a man But I know how I am I know this won't fade away I will pretend and be strong But I wonder where I belong And the feeling comes in waves Hole in my body, aching Like a heart dying Or a soul crying Exhausted and insecure I took all you have and I still want more And so I reach out to hold you But all I do is hurt you I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you If I was a child I would take you and run And I say I don't know, but I know And I say I'll let go But I don't let go You just spent the whole day Driving away |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
boyond you
If you were a baby I would take you and run I could hide you in the folds of my heart There's a truth in the madness I can't get beyond And a fever that won't leave me alone I don't want my heart Don't want my head Don't want my friends Don't want my bed I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you I will stare from the window At the shapes in the rain As the space between us Drives me insane I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I want no one else If I was a child I would refuse to leave I would sit down on the street Kick my legs and scream I'm not much of a man But I know how I am I know this won't fade away I will pretend and be strong But I wonder where I belong And the feeling comes in waves Hole in my body, aching Like a heart dying Or a soul crying Exhausted and insecure I took all you have and I still want more And so I reach out to hold you But all I do is hurt you I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you If I was a child I would take you and run And I say I don't know, but I know And I say I'll let go But I don't let go You just spent the whole day Driving away... |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar Of some obscure Scottish poet The mist crawls from the canal Like some primordial phantom of romance To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father Your carnation will rot in a vase. II. Lost Weekend A train sleeps in a siding The driver guzzles another can of lager To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club She was a wallflower at sixteen She'll be a wallflower at thirty four Her mother called her beautiful Her daddy said, "A whore". III. Blue Angel The sky was Bible black in Lyon When I met the Magdalene She was paralysed in a streetlight She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm. Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "'J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your heart IV. Misplaced Rendezvous It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper Something's gonna give under this pressure And the cracks are already beginning to show It's too late The weekend career girl never boarded the plane They said this could never happen again So wrong, so wrong This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous With you The parallel of you, you V. Windswept Thumb On the outskirts of nowhere On the ringroad to somewhere On the verge of indecision I'll always take the roundabout way Waiting on the rain For I was born with a habit, from a sign The habit of a windswept thumb And the sign of the rain It's started raining |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts Just a runaway, just a runaway I'm saving myself II. Passing Strangers Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights Cold moan, held on the crest of the night I'm too tired to fight. So now we're passing strangers, at single tables Still trying to get over Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers All those passing strangers And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper III. Mylo Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down And we sat and cried on the phone I never felt so alone He was the first of our own Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity Some of us go down in a haze of publicity The price of infamy, the edge of insanity Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone 'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories." So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor Inviting me to a casual obscenity. IV. Perimeter Walk It would be incredible if we could Retrace all the times that we lived here All the collisions Wasted, I've never been so wasted I've never been this far out before Perimeter walk There's a presence here I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical There's a presence A child, my child My childhood, a misplaced childhood Give it back to me, give it back to me A childhood, that childhood Oh please give it back to me. V. Threshold I saw a war widow in a launderette Washing the memories from her husband's clothes She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns Trying to pick up a war They're going to even the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on factories Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways Does anybody care, I can't take any more! Should we say goodbye? I see priests, politicians? Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags I see children pleading with outstretched hands Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam I can't take any more, should we say goodbye How can we justify? They call us civilized |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene She was paralysed in a street light She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm. Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your I can hear your I can hear you heart hear your heart I hear your heart |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
What a brave, brave girl
Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know.... What a brave brave girl Never loved before Placed herself in reach.... So he tried....in his own way To find the heart of the tight-packed rose She's gone now But oh She aches He will search until he's found A way to take the days See her sadness in your face She's inside you And she's crying |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
What a brave, brave girl
Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know.... What a brave brave girl Never loved before Placed herself in reach.... So he tried....in his own way To find the heart of the tight-packed rose She's gone now But oh She aches He will search until he's found A way to take the days See her sadness in your face She's inside you And she's crying |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist Roar of traffic and the crack of police radios When they ask her name Would she please explain She simply chooses to say........ nothing |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist Roar of traffic and the crack of police radios When they ask her name Would she please explain She simply chooses to say........ nothing |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
cannibal surt babe
Well she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend And I really tried my best to get across to her But nothing she would say could be defended Well her birthday suit it was her only present When I looked into her eyes - no history And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant But she laughed a snake eye laugh and walked away from me And I watched her as she walked across the coalsI watched her as she walked across the coals Singing: I was born in Nineteen sixty weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for the perfect microwave So I did my best to try and get across her I said: "One day every pebble hits the beach" And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend But she was too far out there to be reached To be reached She was too far She was singing: I was born in Nineteen sixty weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for the perfect microwave And the sun came up over the mountain And the waves rolled in across the bay And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children together in paradise Lie down my dear... you're going to enjoy this" She looked like she'd had sex With a tyrannosaurus rex Singing: I was born in Nineteen sixty weird, old man I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for that perfect microwave Perfect microwave |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Cannibal Surf Babe
Let's meet up And get beat up Well, she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend And I really tried my best to get across to her But nothing she would say could be defended Well, her birthday suit it was her only present When I looked into her eyes - no history And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant But she laughed a snake-eye laugh and walked away from me And I watched her as she walked across the coals I watched her as she walked across the coals She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? So I really tried my best to get across to her I said, "One day every pebble hits the beach" And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend But she was too far out there to be reached She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? And the sun came up over the mountain And the waves rolled in from across the bay And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest And she said, "Well! We're all just heaven's beautiful children together in Paradise "Lie down, my dear, you're going to enjoy this." She looked like she'd had sex With a tyrannosaurus rex She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe, old man Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? And I watched her as she walked across the coals And I watched her as she walked across the coals |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Yeah!
Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my escape on the midnight train Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you - Charting the single Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to Cologne All night hotel Liebling make your mark Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home? Get a pizza the action when I Romeo again Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade Wedding rings, I know when Venice time, Venice time To chart the single, to chart the single Charting the single, charting the single The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey Before the blond hairs turn to grey I like to train, express myself in the universal language Ego on my face in the nicest possible way It's absolutely the nicest possible way Charting the single I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game Charting the single It's a solo performance on a one way street You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet Charting, charting, charting, charting the single |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours and shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween-white She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark Like the girl overtaking in the open car Pain and heaven Pain and heaven |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours and shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween-white She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark Like the girl overtaking in the open car Pain and heaven Pain and heaven |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
In all the time that I've known you
You've been so edgy and nervous I never wanted to own you I was aware of the danger Of making a bid for your favours You're such a natural stranger I made excuses and ran You're an island But I can't leave you all out at sea You're so violent with your silence You're an island I can't sleep Won't you speak to me I'm on dry land Won't you help me please In all the time that I've known you There has been something between us I don't hink it's my imagination I felt like I couldn't touch you But I had the feeling you'd love to Tell me the truth if you could do I made excuses and ran |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the Green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tatered necklace of hedge and trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your Heart? Will you set things right When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night With the Plough and the Stars alight? What will you do? With the wire & the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing 'Never again' [STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of a the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where mary dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of liverpool Bound for the north of ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right? When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night? With the plough and the stars alight? What will you do? With the wire and the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing never again. |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of a the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where mary dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of liverpool Bound for the north of ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right? When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night? With the plough and the stars alight? What will you do? With the wire and the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing never again. |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden Heading out west for the Lothian Road An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket Little did I know that even a heavy load I found us walking Grierson's dockyards Where the only thing working was foreign film crews Making an impressive documentary For the big news To the satellite And all we're left with is the black black oil With a sense of pride and identity The waters left behind we shouldn't forget Laid low in the books of history I saw the starlings wheel round Georgian spires Gathering on patrol in the skies In the distance burns the flame of Grangemouth And the dream is lost Everything what it could inspire From the take you know there is no distance How we talk about in the secret affairs Taking our ride into the distance To be what it was or could have been What I should have said And all we're left with is the black black oil With a strong sense of national pride 'Till we take some more steps to unity Take it back to me Take it back In a city run out of luck And all we're left with is the black, black oil With a strong sense of national pride Calling the ... for identity What it meant to me, what I said What we could have had I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden Heading out west for the Lothian Road An evening news stuck deep in the pocket Little did I know that he'd fall Carrying a heavy load And all we're left with is the black black oil With a strong sense of national pride Calling a name in the sake of unity What it means to me you'll never know You'll never |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep Your mother sits on the edge of the world W when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chwair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell Forgotten Sons From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous Forgotten sons, forgotten sons Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child Just another Forgotten Son |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep Your mother sits on the edge of the world W when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chwair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell Forgotten Sons From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous Forgotten sons, forgotten sons Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child Just another Forgotten Son |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalenes contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is Brixton chess A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalenes contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is Brixton chess A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Gazpacho
Saw you walking on your velvet lawn Is it lonely on the moon? You took a dive and swallowed all you could Did you drink too much too soon? Nothing left for you to fight about And noone wants to see you try The nearest neighbours are a mile away Does the ocean hear you cry? Punching at the sky They say the King is losing his grip again They said you're bulletproof, they said you feel no pain It seems the hero is misunderstood again Is it love or is it surgery Makes her feel so ill at ease? As she's begging you to please calm down In her silk Armani on her knees Did you carry out those threats I heard Or were you only playing macho? And the stains on her Versace scarf Were they really just gazpacho? They say the King is watching his back again They say the King is losing his grip again Raging like a bull to an empty ring D'you think they will forgive a hero anything? Now the ring is just a band of gold And your wife needs police protection While you're sparring with the journalists You're trying to win back her affection Is this what it means to be a man Boxing up all your emotion? So now she's gone and you're alone at last You can tell it to the ocean They say the King is losing his grip again They say the King is countin' his numbered days You never lost a fight in your whole life You never had no trouble sleepin' through the night The bottle and your doctor get you through the day The boys who run the house'll make it all okay You think they will forgive a hero anything? Maybe Hollywood... but maybe then again... Now the ring is just a band of gold... Drive the road... |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else I'm just checking out that I've not gone under the water or thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter Can't you understand that the way things were planned it never worked out so I just went crazy I took to the drink like something say its maybe I ain't got no excuse to say, except it's my way I got nothing else to say, except it's my way it's always my way I seem to be running away so often I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be but it's always the same getting caught up again in a habbit, a habbit I just can't shake off the way it always turned out can you understand it's the way I chose to be everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under fast, I'm slipping away, am I so crazy (Albert St., Aylesbury) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else I'm just checking out that I've not gone under the water or thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter Can't you understand that the way things were planned it never worked out so I just went crazy I took to the drink like something say its maybe I ain't got no excuse to say, except it's my way I got nothing else to say, except it's my way it's always my way I seem to be running away so often I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be but it's always the same getting caught up again in a habbit, a habbit I just can't shake off the way it always turned out can you understand it's the way I chose to be everything seems so easy this way but I'm going under fast, I'm slipping away, am I so crazy (Albert St., Aylesbury) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
I. Heorot's plea and Grendel's awakening
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes II. Grendel's Journey Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart III. Lurker at the Threshold Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries Screams are his music, lightning his guide Raping the darkness, death by his side Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out You should have known better after all this time You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws You lust for gold with your sharpened knives Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand You call for justice and distort the truth Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow. |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down
And I guess you're used to having everything you want But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones I tell you nothing else can be as hard as love can Well I hear you've got my number and you want my name I'm a stream of noughts and crosses in your R.A.M But you know that love can be as hard as algebra Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Well I hear that you were lookin out to take me home And I hear that you can handle it and you're not scared Have you heard about the pictures on my bedroom wall?... Baby nothin else has ever been as hard as love Well it makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry But it's all worthwhile It makes you humble and it makes you crawl It makes you tremble and it makes you fall But it's all worthwhile It makes you desperate and it makes you dream It makes you dangerous and it makes you scream But it's all worthwhile Just lie back and smile....... (They will continue to love you even though the rest of the world hates you...) It makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry It makes you panic and it makes you vain It makes you primitive.....Sick inside It makes you angry it makes you blind It makes you guilty and it makes you lie Tied up and beaten Spat out and eaten Suicidal NOTHIN'S EVER BEEN AS HARD Well I hear that you were looking out to change my faith You can bash me with your book of words, Hammer me down! But you know that love can be as hard as six inch nails Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Hard as love |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down
And I guess you're used to having everything you want But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones I tell you nothing else can be as hard as love can Well I hear you've got my number and you want my name I'm a stream of noughts and crosses in your R.A.M But you know that love can be as hard as algebra Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Well I hear that you were lookin out to take me home And I hear that you can handle it and you're not scared Have you heard about the pictures on my bedroom wall?... Baby nothin else has ever been as hard as love Well it makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry But it's all worthwhile It makes you humble and it makes you crawl It makes you tremble and it makes you fall But it's all worthwhile It makes you desperate and it makes you dream It makes you dangerous and it makes you scream But it's all worthwhile Just lie back and smile....... (They will continue to love you even though the rest of the world hates you...) It makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry It makes you panic and it makes you vain It makes you primitive.....Sick inside It makes you angry it makes you blind It makes you guilty and it makes you lie Tied up and beaten Spat out and eaten Suicidal NOTHIN'S EVER BEEN AS HARD Well I hear that you were looking out to change my faith You can bash me with your book of words, Hammer me down! But you know that love can be as hard as six inch nails Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Hard as love |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys Rooting, tooting cowboys Lucky little ladies at the watering holes They'll score the Friday night goals I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian. II. Curtain Call And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot. But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot How did I get in here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Let's go And the man in the mirror has sad eyes |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys Rooting, tooting cowboys Lucky little ladies at the watering holes They'll score the Friday night goals I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian. II. Curtain Call And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot. But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot How did I get in here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Let's go And the man in the mirror has sad eyes |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Did you ever feel that just by
Jumping on a plane All your cares would drop away And you'd be born again Returning to a nature child Happy wild and free But forgetfulness is a river And you know where the river leads Holidays in Eden Life before the fall See no, hear no, speak no evil Feel no guilt Feel no guilt at all Naked through the jungle Mud between your toes Following the river Where the river flows The creatures of the forest Bid you "Welcome to the dark" Nothing here can hurt you Darkness has no heart Holidays in Eden Paradise regained See no, hear no, speak no evil Throw your past away You wake up one morning Wondering who you are There's a map of a new country up on the wall All your new lovers merge into one You've done everything under the sun There's a date on the air ticket And the money's gone Back in your own country Nothing seems the same No one comes around at night Or uses your new name Hearing silent whispers Old friends are acting strange No one wants to know you now People say you've changed Holidays in Eden Life before the fall See no, hear no, speak no evil Feel no guilt at all Holidays in Eden Paradise and light Heaven loses you to this world Leaves you alone Kiss your home goodbye (She says she's lonely) |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Did you ever feel that just by
Jumping on a plane All your cares would drop away And you'd be born again Returning to a nature child Happy wild and free But forgetfulness is a river And you know where the river leads Holidays in Eden Life before the fall See no, hear no, speak no evil Feel no guilt Feel no guilt at all Naked through the jungle Mud between your toes Following the river Where the river flows The creatures of the forest Bid you "Welcome to the dark" Nothing here can hurt you Darkness has no heart Holidays in Eden Paradise regained See no, hear no, speak no evil Throw your past away You wake up one morning Wondering who you are There's a map of a new country up on the wall All your new lovers merge into one You've done everything under the sun There's a date on the air ticket And the money's gone Back in your own country Nothing seems the same No one comes around at night Or uses your new name Hearing silent whispers Old friends are acting strange No one wants to know you now People say you've changed Holidays in Eden Life before the fall See no, hear no, speak no evil Feel no guilt at all Holidays in Eden Paradise and light Heaven loses you to this world Leaves you alone Kiss your home goodbye (She says she's lonely) |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
I was out in the cold of a North London street
A cog in the hurrying world Above the walls and the gate police I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl She was reachin' out of a window From a space just a few inches wide 'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before One day, freedom will unlock your door I know how hard it can be to wait For proof you were right all along Self-destruction is easy for you We know what you're capable of But like a needle in a haystack The truth gets so disguised In a kingdom built on madness and on lies One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right You're lookin' up at a mountain Between you and the outside But there isn't a mountain in this whole world Hasn't been climbed One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right One day, freedom One day, freedom will unlock your door |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
I was out in the cold of a North London street A cog in the hurrying world Above the walls and the gate police I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl She was reachin' out of a window From a space just a few inches wide 'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before One day, freedom will unlock your door I know how hard it can be to wait For proof you were right all along Self-destruction is easy for you We know what you're capable of But like a needle in a haystack The truth gets so disguised In a kingdom built on madness and on lies One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right You're lookin' up at a mountain Between you and the outside But there isn't a mountain in this whole world Hasn't been climbed One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right One day, freedom One day, freedom will unlock your door |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
I was out in the cold of a North London street A cog in the hurrying world Above the walls and the gate police I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl She was reachin' out of a window From a space just a few inches wide 'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before One day, freedom will unlock your door I know how hard it can be to wait For proof you were right all along Self-destruction is easy for you We know what you're capable of But like a needle in a haystack The truth gets so disguised In a kingdom built on madness and on lies One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right You're lookin' up at a mountain Between you and the outside But there isn't a mountain in this whole world Hasn't been climbed One day, freedom will unlock your door So hold on, believe on Be who you were before In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright So hold on, hold on It's gonna be all right One day, freedom One day, freedom will unlock your door |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me'
You've got a problem that you can't see But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true I see the girl's go a hook in you You carry on believing That you can take or leave it Now who are you deceiving Cause when it's own up time She's in the back of you mind She's got her hooks in you You said you'd never let it happen again You spend your money and you're deeper in Your fairweather friends call two by two To let you know what's wrong with you But now your heartbeat's thumpin' You watch you nerve ends jumpin' Well I can tell yo somethin' When it's own up time You're gonna toe the line She's got her hooks in you She's got her hooks in me too. |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me' You've got a problem that you can't see But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true I see the girl's go a hook in you You carry on believing That you can take or leave it Now who are you deceiving Cause when it's own up time She's in the back of you mind She's got her hooks in you You said you'd never let it happen again You spend your money and you're deeper in Your fairweather friends call two by two To let you know what's wrong with you But now your heartbeat's thumpin' You watch you nerve ends jumpin' Well I can tell yo somethin' When it's own up time You're gonna toe the line She's got her hooks in you She's got her hooks in me too. |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of ******* on the mirror The short straw takes its bow The tell tale sign of the last cigarette marking time in the pockets as the whisky sweat lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed As familiar cravings are crawling through his head And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen Introducing characters to memories like old friends Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines In a fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour, a pilgrimage to happy hour New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams As if in nervous anticipaion of another day (Champney's Health Farm, Tring) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Something is coming out of the rain, magic
It's happening again, like the last time I don't know how it happens, but I know what to do Coming up from the ground, I think it's you I will walk on the water You sent me the red sun and the purple sky Cirrus clouds and grins Atoms of roses The power to do anything In the chaos of colours And the fluttering of wings You carry me up And I'm free again Don't let anyone tell you This is impossible What we have here is bigger than fear I will walk on water Don't let anyone tell you This is impossible Hold on to me Believe what you see I will walk on water |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
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Even if the good old days were good Even if the old days were golden days Even if the good old days were good The past is a terrible place The past is a terrible place to live Misguided missiles Skin creams and cars Loaded with dreams Loaded with dreams Computer games Pretty faces Loaded with life Loaded with live ammunition Even if the good old days were good The past is a terrible place The past is a terrible place to live Saving up for Linda Saving up for Pam Saving up for Naomi Icon therefore I am Saving up for Mary Saving up for Jane A thousand pieces all over the room Let's do it all again Icon therefore I am Loaded with dreams Loaded with life I'm loaded with live ammunition Loaded with dreams Loaded with stories Loaded with life I only wish I knew you How hard it is for me to spare This kind of thing for youIf you sense a smokescreen here A trick of dry ice A trick of the dry eyes |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Did you ever fall in love Did you ever fall in love Did you ever fall in love Did you ever dream of falling If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill We are alone in the world We must do what we feel we should We are told what is right Need hurts within us We can see sense We can feel what feels right And so often All these things are not at all the same They're not at all the same If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill Did you ever dream of running And find you couldn't move Did you ever dream of running Running scared Ankle deep in glue With the monster after you And it's catching up Monsters catching up And it's catchin' up and you're going nowhere And you're slowin' up And you can't wake up And it's catchin' up and you're going nowhere wake up wake up You're falling.. If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill Did you ever see a shadow Cast against your bedroom wall Crooked shadow in the lamplight Ten feet tall Did you ever dream of falling And find you couldn't move Did you give up. And discover that you haven't given up Did you ever dream of falling Did you ever fall in love hard ball dream love now roll fall clown stain truth space time race give black white all one church state god fast as I could cry laugh hide feel no clouds will to win sweet seed you me hard ball dream love now roll fall clown stain truth space time never do that, never do that will to win, will to win, n |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Unapproachable, constant in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction With no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It's just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You've played this scene before |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Unapproachable, constant in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction With no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It's just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You've played this scene before |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Unapproachable, constant in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction With no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It's just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You've played this scene before |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework We are Siamese children related by the heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room Empty chambers embracing the end Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons You must have known that I was concealing an escape Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces On the ricochet, this is the ricochet |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework We are Siamese children related by the heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room Empty chambers embracing the end Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons You must have known that I was concealing an escape Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces On the ricochet, this is the ricochet |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Many's the time I've been thinking about changing my ways But when it gets right down to it it's the same drunken haze I'm serving out a sentence to write lifes sentences It's only when I'm out of it I make sense of this Just for the record I'm gonna put it down Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym Just a barroom dancer on my final fling Just another writer paying off my dues Just finding inspiration well that's my excuse Just for the record I'm gonna put it down Just for the record I'm gonna change my life around Just another empty gesture with an empty glass Just another comic actor behind a tragic mask, But I've got no discipline got no self control It's just a little less painful here when my back's against the wall It's too late, it's too far, I'm in two minds and both of them are out of it at the bar When you say I've got a problem that's a certainty But I put it all right down to eccentricity It's just for the record it's just a passing phase Just for the record I can stop any day (Marguee Club, London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry And Kayleigh, could we get it together again I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends We said our love would last forever so how did it come to this bitter end Oh oh yeah Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember the loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember dancing in Stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone To have hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone Maybe it'll prove that we were right or it'll prove that I was wrong |
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