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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Where do we go from here They're boarding up the synagogues uzis on a street corner You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner the DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say a surface scratched where the needles play uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the peripherie Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows I don't know how to stop it Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh, I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder to calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright. My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me but to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons They're buring down the synagogues uzis on a street corner the heralds of the holocaust uzis on a street corner The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows, this resurrection we can't allow, the uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here We buy fresh bagels from the corner store Where swastikas are spat from aerosols I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians trying to score but nobody's pushing and everyone looks at everyone's faces searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence, are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, chasing the clouds home We place our faith in human rights In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy In the gulags and internment camps nameless faces in frozen ranks I know that they would rather be standing here besides me chasing the clouds home We place our faith in human rights In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy In the gulags and internment camps nameless faces in frozen ranks I know that they would rather be standing here besides me chasing the clouds home racing the clouds home You can shut your eyes, you can hide away it's gonna come back another dady racing the clouds home But where do we go from here (Hilton, Vienna) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Where do we go from here They're boarding up the synagogues uzis on a street corner You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner the DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say a surface scratched where the needles play uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the peripherie Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows I don't know how to stop it Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh, I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder to calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright. My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me but to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons They're buring down the synagogues uzis on a street corner the heralds of the holocaust uzis on a street corner The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows, this resurrection we can't allow, the uzis on a street corner Where do we go from here We buy fresh bagels from the corner store Where swastikas are spat from aerosols I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians trying to score but nobody's pushing and everyone looks at everyone's faces searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence, are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, chasing the clouds home We place our faith in human rights In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy In the gulags and internment camps nameless faces in frozen ranks I know that they would rather be standing here besides me chasing the clouds home We place our faith in human rights In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy In the gulags and internment camps nameless faces in frozen ranks I know that they would rather be standing here besides me chasing the clouds home racing the clouds home You can shut your eyes, you can hide away it's gonna come back another dady racing the clouds home But where do we go from here (Hilton, Vienna) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
When I hit the streets back in '81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all these years? I saw political intrigue, political lies Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart My heart, this is my heart We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise Divided we stand, together we'll rise We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts These are our hearts These are our hearts You can't take away our hearts You can't steal our hearts away I can't walk away No more |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
When I hit the streets back in '81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all these years? I saw political intrigue, political lies Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart My heart, this is my heart We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise Divided we stand, together we'll rise We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts These are our hearts These are our hearts You can't take away our hearts You can't steal our hearts away I can't walk away No more |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
When I hit the streets back in '81
Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all these years? I saw political intrigue, political lies Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart My heart, this is my heart We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise Divided we stand, together we'll rise We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts These are our hearts These are our hearts You can't take away our hearts You can't steal our hearts away I can't walk away No more |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
On premenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins where ceremonies pause at the jewellers shop display feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes till they commit themselves to the muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last nights hero picking up his dues a honeymoon gambled on a ricochet she's staring at the brochures at the holidays chalking up a name in your hometown standing all your mates to another round laughing at the world till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths a classrooms shabby butterflies flit in the glow of stranded telephone boxes; planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations, rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes, she faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night as the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye In a warm wet circle Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle Like a bullethole in Central Park, a warm wet circle and I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse giving it all away before its too late She'll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle giving it all away and showing no shame She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart a warm wet circle, she'll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle (the Quarterdeck, North Berwick) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK] It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spent so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jogsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness and dryness The famine of our days Watch the heaves open Wash it all away You came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly On the edge of exploding Something wild and alive Something waiting to happen Anytime that you like I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
There's something I have to tell you Before it's too late There's someone needs a timing I could be the same Got to listen to you clearly Would you understand it all Would you hold it all together Do we run up in the bar Everyone needs someone to listen to If you don't want to shine on Could you know it all And if someone lay before you know it could be true A voice in the crowd You came upon an ... Just an alibi Did you have to go do it To feel you want to try If you'd only see the reason ... Someone came, someone rose, someone left I don't know if you could be sure You don't understand And if the days were good You never know the way we planned And if the time is there ... A voice in the crowd A voice in the crowd |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on He resides down at the bingo on a lucky friday night The match was rained off saturday but the panel came in right On sunday your mates were toasting you with champagne down the pub And on monday you went to London to pick the cheque up with your mum You had a tux on, mmm, you had a tux on The first time you had a tux on, lucky man There's a photo on the mantlepiece, when you bought your first guitar And your girlfriend came to see you when you were the rising star You knew your luck was holding when you filled the local hall The first time and the last time that you thought you had control You had a tux on, lucky man, you had a tux on You got a tux on, tux on Now you're touring stadiums, you've let it go too far Standing with your manager, your back to every bar Blowing on your credit cards, chopping out the pain Crowding into toilets with a host of your new-found friends You got a tux on, nothing's changed, you got a tux on Lucky man with a tux on, you're still the same with a tux on It was eyes down in the parlour, they prayed it wouldn't rain The brother pulled his cuffs down to hide the blue-black vein His razor'd more than lines end, they found him just too late The final performance, the main man lies in state With a tux on, look at him now with a tux on The last time with a tux on, take him away with a tux on Somewhere in a tenement, in a well-thumbed magazine Someone finds a photograph that triggers off a dream The uniform that symbolizes the comfortable life He's always known his luck's in but now he's found the drive He's got a tux on, look at him now with a tux on He's gonna get one with a tux on, free admission with a tux on Get it anyway with a tux on, he's got a tux on The easy way with a tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on [FISH 1987 Produced by Chris Kimsey for Chris Kimsey Productions Ltd. (MARIL 7 B |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. It was something about roman canddles fizzin out, shine a little light on me now, I found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation alcohol can thrill me now It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame I just burn a little brighter now Doctor says my liver looks like leaving with my lover, I need another time out now, Like any sort of here turnin down to zero still standing out in any crowd Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, sweating out a happy hour, Where you're hiding 29 you know it ain't a crime to burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now Dr. Finlay: And my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you won't reach 30 Torch: it's a romantic way to go really, part of the heritage it's your round in'it We burn a little brighter now Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now It was something about roman canddles fizzin out, shine a little light on me now, I found a strange fascination with a liquid fization, alcohol thrill me now It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame We burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now (Virgin Airways, 747- Newark-Heathrow) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
We are led by the light at the end of the tunnel We are guided by the fires of our burning dreams We're inspired by our ideals and driven by conscience To cross what the cynics perceive as naive We the people want it straight for a change We the people are getting tired of your games We the people want the answers laid out on the lines No more of your cheap propaganda And stop talking tic-tac-toe We the people fight your arms dealers wars We the people want our futures secure We the people want a peace staying all the way So cut out your message And take all your talking tic-tac-toe Everyone needs a symbol ... If you don't know of the reason Well how can you take a stand ... You need to be sure You need to return to an open ... Take a lesson from me Take a lesson from me That children play tic-tac-toe |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three boats down from the Candy Carnal dancers let their senses preach It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think while in need, they'll give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for experience I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped in polaroid, a puppet drowned in celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void Three boats down from the Candy I remember you Three boats down from the Candy Much too much to lose Three boats down from the Candy Oh, those words were never true Three boats down from the Candy I remember you [FISH 1983 Produced by Nick Tauber; (12 MARIL 1 B) Drums: John Martyr |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
Three boats down from the Candy Vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach Three boats down from the Candy Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep Three boats down from the Candy Carnal dancers let their senses preach It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer Don't think while in need, they'll give you the answer You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss But can't you just play for experience I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I don't need your chains Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries You're a memory trapped in polaroid, a puppet drowned in celluloid So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void Three boats down from the Candy I remember you Three boats down from the Candy Much too much to lose Three boats down from the Candy Oh, those words were never true Three boats down from the Candy I remember you [FISH 1983 Produced by Nick Tauber; (12 MARIL 1 B) Drums: John Martyr |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
The cars leave their trails of hot & cold light inside my head Like burned-in long exposure pictures The wheels spin slowly backwards Strobing in the amber light And the rain comes down and washes my brain But it don't get clean This town has turned me into what I have become This town dresses me up like a stranger This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift This town takes us down I feel like I'm losing you to this town We were saving our money for half of our lives We were saving our dreams And we came to this place to make the chances real in the big city But I've been counting the days I've been watching you change And I can feel it dying The noise outside takes you in its arms like a lamb to a lion And down there somewhere among the noise The magazine dolls and the big money boys Move silently on their easy heels They move silently on their greasy wheels This town has turned me into what I have become This town dresses you up like a stranger This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me I'm late This town takes us down, takes us down I feel like I'm losing you to this town The morning breaks and I watch you awake and this town takes you down away from me again |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
The cars leave their trails of hot & cold light inside my head Like burned-in long exposure pictures The wheels spin slowly backwards Strobing in the amber light And the rain comes down and washes my brain But it don't get clean This town has turned me into what I have become This town dresses me up like a stranger This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift This town takes us down I feel like I'm losing you to this town We were saving our money for half of our lives We were saving our dreams And we came to this place to make the chances real in the big city But I've been counting the days I've been watching you change And I can feel it dying The noise outside takes you in its arms like a lamb to a lion And down there somewhere among the noise The magazine dolls and the big money boys Move silently on their easy heels They move silently on their greasy wheels This town has turned me into what I have become This town dresses you up like a stranger This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me I'm late This town takes us down, takes us down I feel like I'm losing you to this town The morning breaks and I watch you awake and this town takes you down away from me again |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
The cars leave their trails of hot & cold light inside my head Like burned-in long exposure pictures The wheels spin slowly backwards Strobing in the amber light And the rain comes down and washes my brain But it don't get clean This town has turned me into what I have become This town dresses me up like a stranger This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift This town takes us down I feel like I'm losing you to this town We were saving our money for half of our lives We were saving our dreams And we came to this place to make the chances real in the big city But I've been counting the days I've been watching you change And I can feel it dying The noise outside takes you in its arms like a lamb to a lion And down there somewhere among the noise The magazine dolls and the big money boys Move silently on their easy heels They move silently on their greasy wheels This town has turned me into what I have become This town dresses you up like a stranger This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me I'm late This town takes us down, takes us down I feel like I'm losing you to this town The morning breaks and I watch you awake and this town takes you down away from me again |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice Advice, advice, advice me This shroud will not suffice And thus begins the web Attempting to discard these clinging memories I only serve to wallow in our past I fabricate the weave with my excuses Its strands I hope and pray shall last Oh please do last The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me Confused and rejected, despised and alone I kiss isolation on its fevered brow Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me Your reasons were so obvious As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears But even jesters cry I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you, the past does have it's say You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart Decisions have been made, decisions have been made I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud Thus ends the web |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
You may not recall the moment that you asked me
But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me But it's far too late Now I'm here 'Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the thirteenth at the table I'm the uninvited guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your fifteen stone first-footer I'm the uninvited guest I was there when you said insincere I love you's To a woman that wasn't your wife And I fronted you the money That you ran away and blew On the biggest regret of your life 'Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the who loves you best I'm the thirteenth at the table I'm the uninvited guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your new year's resolution I'm the uninvited guest I'm the face you hoped you'd never see But always knew you would I'm the one thing you knew you shouldn't do But did because you could I'm the evil in your bloodstream I'm the rash upon your skin And you made a big mistake all right The day you let me in And you can fly to the other side of the world You know you'll only find I've reserved the seat behind you We can talk about old times 'Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the who loves you best I'm the thirteenth at the table I'm the uninvited guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your fifteen stone first-footer I'm the uninvited guest I'm your new year's resolution I'm the uninvited guest |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
You may not recall the moment that you asked me
But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late Now I'm here Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm you fifteen stone first-footer I'm the Uninvited Guest I was there when you said insincere I love you's to a woman who wasn't your wife And I fronted you the money that you ran away and blew On the biggest regret of your life. Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your New Year's resolution I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Face you hoped you'd never see But always knew you would I'm the on thing you knew you shouldn't do But did because you could I'm the evil in your bloodstream I'm the rash upon your skin And you made a big mistake alright The day you let me in And you could fly to the other side of the world You know you'd only find I've reserved the seat behind you We could talk about old times [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
You may not recall the moment that you asked me But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late Now I'm here Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm you fifteen stone first-footer I'm the Uninvited Guest I was there when you said insincere I love you's to a woman who wasn't your wife And I fronted you the money that you ran away and blew On the biggest regret of your life. Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your New Year's resolution I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Face you hoped you'd never see But always knew you would I'm the on thing you knew you shouldn't do But did because you could I'm the evil in your bloodstream I'm the rash upon your skin And you made a big mistake alright The day you let me in And you could fly to the other side of the world You know you'd only find I've reserved the seat behind you We could talk about old times [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
You may not recall the moment that you asked me But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late Now I'm here Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm you fifteen stone first-footer I'm the Uninvited Guest I was there when you said insincere I love you's to a woman who wasn't your wife And I fronted you the money that you ran away and blew On the biggest regret of your life. Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you I'm the one who loves you best I'm the Thirteenth at the Table I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Banquo at your banquet I'm the cuckoo in your nest I'm your New Year's resolution I'm the Uninvited Guest I'm the Face you hoped you'd never see But always knew you would I'm the on thing you knew you shouldn't do But did because you could I'm the evil in your bloodstream I'm the rash upon your skin And you made a big mistake alright The day you let me in And you could fly to the other side of the world You know you'd only find I've reserved the seat behind you We could talk about old times [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone Unable to breathe at the height that you flew Staring on clouds with no view of below On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel Falling towards something out of control Unable to miss like the man in the tram Crashing his car in Amsterdam He did it without knowing Didn't feel a thing Just wrecked it and kept going The space around the stars Is something that you know A billion miles of darkness Left you feeling low Everything about you So perfectly restrained But everything inside you Bites you Everybody in the whole of the world Feels the same inside Everybody in the whole of the whole of the whole of the world Everyone is only everyone else Everybody's got to know Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries And eats and sleeps and grows and dies Everybody in the whole of the world is the same this time |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone Unable to breathe at the height that you flew Staring on clouds with no view of below On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel Falling towards something out of control Unable to miss like the man in the tram Crashing your car in Amsterdam He did it without knowing, didn't feel a thing He just wrecked it and kept going The space around the stars Is something that you know A billion miles of darkness Left your feeling low The space around the stars Is something that you know Everything about you So perfectly restrained But everything inside you Bites you Everybody in the whole of the world Feels the same inside Everybody in the whole of the world Everyone is only everyone else Everybody's got to know Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries And eats and sleeps and grows and dies Everybody in the whole of the world Is the same this time Is the same inside In the whole of the world |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
The alarm by the bed Wring the dreams from my head It's a new day Leave the flakes in the bowl Milk unopened, I'm gone But I'm still late... Join the fight for a cab Take our place in the jam And watch the clock again There is a man in my head I think he came from the screen... Or the bible All he wants is for me is to be strong But I seem to be unreliable You know it gets so hard When everything you are Is everything you don't want to be But at the end of the day You're the one who burns it all away The end of the day You're the one You're the one The end of the day So won't you show me those pictures, you hold in your head And can you lose me somewhere inside them all Because there are colours that run through the heart of me That only you can see But at the end of the day You're the one who burns it all away The end of the day You're the one You're the one The end of the day You're the one who burns it all away You burn it all away Would you burn it all away Would you burn it all away |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
She bought a bottle of cider From the shop on the corner They didn't stop her Thought she was older She took a bus ride To a name and a number A house full of music And a hat full of wonder And some of the people that She thought that she knew Were never like this When she saw them at school She's never been anywhere like this before Everybody's so out of control She was in a backroom Full of strange aromas And noises and candles That was where he found her He took her to a garden Full of rain and silence And she could smell the soil and the trees And see the succulent light From the little fires in his eyes Pulling shapes out of the night She was enchanted.... Then it's twelve o'clock And the last bus is gone They're gonna go crazy when They hear what she's done And higher is lower And less is like more She's never felt anything like this before Before And then it was yesterday And he said 'Oh, by the way,' 'Welcome to your first party' |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
She bought a bottle of cider From the shop on the corner They didn't stop her Thought she was older She took a bus ride To a name and a number A house full of music And a hat full of wonder And some of the people that She thought that she knew Were never like this When she saw them at school She's never been anywhere like this before Everybody's so out of control She was in a backroom Full of strange aromas And noises and candles That was where he found her He took her to a garden Full of rain and silence And she could smell the soil and the trees And see the succulent light From the little fires in his eyes Pulling shapes out of the night She was enchanted.... Then it's twelve o'clock And the last bus is gone They're gonna go crazy when They hear what she's done And higher is lower And less is like more She's never felt anything like this before Before And then it was yesterday And he said 'Oh, by the way,' 'Welcome to your first party' |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors a typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare Opening the doors for the dreams to come home We live out lives in private shells ignore out senses and foor ourselve into thinking that our there there's someone else cares someone to answer all our prayers... Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care We're terminal cases that keep talking medicine Pretending the end isn't quite that near We make futile gestures, act to the cameras With our made up faces and PR smiles and when the angel comes down to deliver us we'll find out after all, we're only men of straw But everything is still the same passing the time passing out the blame we carry on in the same old way we'll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water those problems seem to arise the one you never really thought of The feeling you get is similar to some sort of drowning when you are out of your mindd, out of your depth, you sound have taken soundings We're clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws clutching at straws And if you ever come across us don't give us your sympathy You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands and you'll recognise by the reflections in our eyes that deep down inside we're all one and the same We're clutching at straws still drowning (Greyhound Tour Bus, North America) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it seemed to be An avenue of eternal peace But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..." "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town And in the night he comes to me And the square becomes a battlefield Of staring eyes that can't explain The insanity and the greater game Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town A ragged man came shuffling through The corridors of this white place And as he lay his body down I saw the scars that lined his face And injured souls came to his bed To hear the stories he would tell Of butterflies and summertimes And everyone assembled here Remembers how it used to be Before the 27th came This place will never be the same He said "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it seemed to be An avenue of eternal peace But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..." "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town And in the night he comes to me And the square becomes a battlefield Of staring eyes that can't explain The insanity and the greater game Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town A ragged man came shuffling through The corridors of this white place And as he lay his body down I saw the scars that lined his face And injured souls came to his bed To hear the stories he would tell Of butterflies and summertimes And everyone assembled here Remembers how it used to be Before the 27th came This place will never be the same He said "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it seemed to be An avenue of eternal peace But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..." "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town And in the night he comes to me And the square becomes a battlefield Of staring eyes that can't explain The insanity and the greater game Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town A ragged man came shuffling through The corridors of this white place And as he lay his body down I saw the scars that lined his face And injured souls came to his bed To hear the stories he would tell Of butterflies and summertimes And everyone assembled here Remembers how it used to be Before the 27th came This place will never be the same He said "I'm the king of sunset town" Watch a big wheel turning round Some go up and some go down Some go thirsty some just drown "That's the law round here" Said the king of sunset town |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
I think I have become one of the hollow men
As I shine on the outside more these days I can feel the outside feeding on my inside Leaves a growing darkness in its place I think I have become one of the hollow men I think I have become one of the lonely Now that everybody talks to me I feel I have become one of the empty Hollow men can stop you with the twinkling of an eye Hollow men can take you without even reaching out Hollow men have got you long before you realise The poison paralyses I think I have become one of a pair of men It's a feeling I've been having for some time I look down upon myself and watch my movements A blind eye sees the fragile vandalised Watch this cold world dishing up these endless hollow men Find us anywhere you look Come and meet our friends Stand us in our silly clothes Put our batteries in Line us up like fairground ducks Watch us grin and grin See the lies behind our eyes.. See the will to win We'll buy you and we'll sell you But perhaps we'll save your skin.... Sit quietly and listen to the breeze... The hollow and the lonely listen too Sniff the air for something we can use We're tin hard and we rattle when we're shaken |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
I think I have become one of the hollow men
As I shine on the outside more these days I can feel the outside feeding on my inside Leaves a growing darkness in its place I think I have become one of the hollow men I think I have become one of the lonely Now that everybody talks to me I feel I have become one of the empty Hollow men can stop you with the twinkling of an eye Hollow men can take you without even reaching out Hollow men have got you long before you realise The poison paralyses I think I have become one of a pair of men It's a feeling I've been having for some time I look down upon myself and watch my movements A blind eye sees the fragile vandalised Watch this cold world dishing up these endless hollow men Find us anywhere you look Come and meet our friends Stand us in our silly clothes Put our batteries in Line us up like fairground ducks Watch us grin and grin See the lies behind our eyes.. See the will to win We'll buy you and we'll sell you But perhaps we'll save your skin.... Sit quietly and listen to the breeze... The hollow and the lonely listen too Sniff the air for something we can use We're tin hard and we rattle when we're shaken |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
I think I have become one of the hollow men
As I shine on the outside more these days I can feel the outside feeding on my inside Leaves a growing darkness in its place I think I have become one of the hollow men I think I have become one of the lonely Now that everybody talks to me I feel I have become one of the empty Hollow men can stop you with the twinkling of an eye Hollow men can take you without even reaching out Hollow men have got you long before you realise The poison paralyses I think I have become one of a pair of men It's a feeling I've been having for some time I look down upon myself and watch my movements A blind eye sees the fragile vandalised Watch this cold world dishing up these endless hollow men Find us anywhere you look Come and meet our friends Stand us in our silly clothes Put our batteries in Line us up like fairground ducks Watch us grin and grin See the lies behind our eyes.. See the will to win We'll buy you and we'll sell you But perhaps we'll save your skin.... Sit quietly and listen to the breeze... The hollow and the lonely listen too Sniff the air for something we can use We're tin hard and we rattle when we're shaken |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for the dignified walk away Heading for the open road Goodbye to all that Heading for the automatic overload Standing in the open boat Standing in the swing Waiting for the ringing and the bright light Waiting to be recognised Quiet applause will do They shower you with flowers when they bury you You're holding on, you're holding on ... I. The Last of You Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you You come here scratchin' at my door Your pain and anger's in the howling dark Of every corridor I walk So tell me more about the love that you rejected Tell me more about the trust you disrespected I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one Why did you hurt the very one That you should have protected? Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the high cloud-nine Heaven number seven Heading for the long goodbye Uncurl the fingers that hold Summon the strength to let go Out of the tired world Out of the upset Into the sunset |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for the dignified walk away Heading for the open road Goodbye to all that Heading for the automatic overload Standing in the open boat Standing in the swing Waiting for the ringing and the bright light Waiting to be recognised Quiet applause will do They shower you with flowers when they bury you You're holding on, you're holding on ... I. The Last of You Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you You come here scratchin' at my door Your pain and anger's in the howling dark Of every corridor I walk So tell me more about the love that you rejected Tell me more about the trust you disrespected I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one Why did you hurt the very one That you should have protected? Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the high cloud-nine Heaven number seven Heading for the long goodbye Uncurl the fingers that hold Summon the strength to let go Out of the tired world Out of the upset Into the sunset |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for the dignified walk away Heading for the open road Goodbye to all that Heading for the automatic overload Standing in the open boat Standing in the swing Waiting for the ringing and the bright light Waiting to be recognised Quiet applause will do They shower you with flowers when they bury you You're holding on, you're holding on ... I. The Last of You Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you You come here scratchin' at my door Your pain and anger's in the howling dark Of every corridor I walk So tell me more about the love that you rejected Tell me more about the trust you disrespected I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one Why did you hurt the very one That you should have protected? Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the high cloud-nine Heaven number seven Heading for the long goodbye Uncurl the fingers that hold Summon the strength to let go Out of the tired world Out of the upset Into the sunset |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the winter trip Heading for the slide Heading for the dignified walk away Heading for the open road Goodbye to all that Heading for the automatic overload Standing in the open boat Standing in the swing Waiting for the ringing and the bright light Waiting to be recognised Quiet applause will do They shower you with flowers when they bury you You're holding on, you're holding on ... I. The Last of You Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you You come here scratchin' at my door Your pain and anger's in the howling dark Of every corridor I walk So tell me more about the love that you rejected Tell me more about the trust you disrespected I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one Why did you hurt the very one That you should have protected? Heading for the great escape Heading for the rave Heading for the permanent holiday Heading for the high cloud-nine Heaven number seven Heading for the long goodbye Uncurl the fingers that hold Summon the strength to let go Out of the tired world Out of the upset Into the sunset |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
Lyrics: Helmer/Hogarth
Music: Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor In the sunken bones of a broken ship On the shadow line where whispers creep To the world above from the world beneath On waves of silver I dreamed of gold 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives I dreamed of the moment of my own death That no one ever dreams and lives I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge Of the murky world for an iron bell That dragged me down to the ocean depths And rang to mark where my shadow fell On waves of silver I dreamed of gold 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives I dreamed of the moment of my own death That no one ever dreams and lives That no one ever dreams and lives I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed In a silent grave of silver sand And rolled in the sway of an iron bell I've heard it said when they go to sea On stormy nights you can hear her moan She tolls for the mourning of my own death And echoes here on the village stones I dreamed of silver I dreamed of gold 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives I dreamed of the moment of my own death That no one ever dreams and lives That no one ever dreams and lives |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
Lyrics: Helmer/Hogarth
Music: Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor In the sunken bones of a broken ship On the shadow line where whispers creep To the world above from the world beneath On waves of silver I dreamed of gold 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives I dreamed of the moment of my own death That no one ever dreams and lives I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge Of the murky world for an iron bell That dragged me down to the ocean depths And rang to mark where my shadow fell On waves of silver I dreamed of gold 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives I dreamed of the moment of my own death That no one ever dreams and lives That no one ever dreams and lives I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed In a silent grave of silver sand And rolled in the sway of an iron bell I've heard it said when they go to sea On stormy nights you can hear her moan She tolls for the mourning of my own death And echoes here on the village stones I dreamed of silver I dreamed of gold 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives I dreamed of the moment of my own death That no one ever dreams and lives That no one ever dreams and lives |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
At that time of the night When streetlights throw crosses through window frames Paranoia roams where the shadows reign Oh, at that time of the night At that time of the night Your senses tangled in some new perfume Criticism triggers of a loaded room Oh, at that time of the night So if you ask me How do I fell inside I could honestly tell you We've been taken on a very long ride And if my owners let me Have some free time some day With all good intention I would probably run away Clutching the short straw At that time of the night When questions rally in an open mind Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime At that time of the night At that time of the night Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone Oh, at that time of the night So if you ask me Where do I go from here My next destination Even isn't really that clear So if you join me And get on your knees and prey I'll show you salvation We'll take the alternative way Clutching the short straw If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over-there A companion in my madness in the mirror The one with the silvery hair And if some kind soul Could please pick up my tab And while they're at it If they could pick up my broken heart Warm wet circles... |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Everything to decide It's time I came up with some answers before I can carry on It's time I made my mind up before we can go along And I thought it was so simple And I knew that it could be so fine I know that the places that everything comes Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares at Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Seeing everything and giving their all I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy I never felt safe with my feet on the ground They said that up there the air would be clearer They said more space and more room to breathe Everything to the side I knew that something would happen It's better off than being alive I knew the standards decline I knew that we had to decide All the places that all we'd ever seen And the place that we thought about And the road that you travel has never been seen Rose beds scattered across the lawn Like the squares of Waterloo With the bayonets of thorns repelling Small children in search of lost tennis balls Giving everything and giving it all I used to think everything was coming up roses But I couldn't see the weeds that entangled my feet I couldn't see the trees 'Cos my forest was burning I couldn't see the bridges the fire in my eyes They sold me the view from the hill They sold me the view from the hill They said that up there the air would be clearer They said more space and more room to breathe I used to be scared of heights I used to get dizzy They sold me t |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
I was flicking through the channels on the tv on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
I was flicking through the channels on the tv on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme to the jukebox cying in the corner while the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me we're just sugar mice in the rain I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am daddy took a raincheck Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on me Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone, when I heard them asking questions that I knew that that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the looks on their faces saying what a jerk So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck (Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
The music for this song later became "Berlin" I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door An avenging knight in shining armour to rescue you from it all From the family business When I see you in the supermarket With sunglasses in the shade Averting your eyes from the staring questions How were those bruises made It's family business Children clutching to your legs They've got so much they want to say But daddy's sitting home drunk again So they bite their lips and pray And daddy don't like no strangers prying And noses in his private affairs And if anyone asks from the social Well you fell down the stairs It's family business So I'll become an accessory And I don't have an alibi To the victim lying on my doorstep The only way I could justify It's family business 'Cos every day it's getting harder Try to see to go away To all the people that surround you You have to sit down and explain To be the writing on the wall inside To be the pledge you call your own And if you run into the day You sure you know you'll find a home You sure you know you'll find a home The traffic lights shine upon ... and the broken home Everyone could be so far away ... and the white lines lead the way The writing on the wall They're carving out the martyrs Could've been the same this way Could've been the same this way Tell them I'm the same today We could have been much younger It could have been much l |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
There's a hot hard hurt
Burnin' under her skin And it pricks her like thorns And it's needles and pins And it twists in her body And I know what it is And I'm paying in pain But it's the cost of the high Till the weight of the secret And the weight of the lie Makes my heart want to bust Feel the ache as time goes by Getting better and worse Getting better and worse And there's a screw that I tighten As I dream of the kiss And it twists and it cuts me And y'know what it is? It's a fragment of love From a splintering heart And it tears her apart But not as much as this So you save up your tears For the moments alone Till the splinters you gather Leave you glass-hard and numb And the same sun is shining On the old and the young On the saints and the sinners On the weak and the strong And there's a burning and freezing And a cross for a kiss So she learns to stop dreaming And you know how it is With these fragments of love And this splintering heart With the fragments And this splintering heart |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
There's a hot hard hurt
Burnin' under her skin And it pricks her like thorns And it's needles and pins And it twists in her body And I know what it is And I'm paying in pain But it's the cost of the high Till the weight of the secret And the weight of the lie Makes my heart want to bust Feel the ache as time goes by Getting better and worse Getting better and worse And there's a screw that I tighten As I dream of the kiss And it twists and it cuts me And y'know what it is? It's a fragment of love From a splintering heart And it tears her apart But not as much as this So you save up your tears For the moments alone Till the splinters you gather Leave you glass-hard and numb And the same sun is shining On the old and the young On the saints and the sinners On the weak and the strong And there's a burning and freezing And a cross for a kiss So she learns to stop dreaming And you know how it is With these fragments of love And this splintering heart With the fragments And this splintering heart |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far This is the story so far Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two And when you declare the point of grave creation They turn round and you to tell them the story so far This is the story so far And you listen with a tear in you eye To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply Is Slainte Mhath Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns Holding their own last orders commanding attention We sit here and listen to all of the story so far This is the story so far Take it away, take it away, take it away Take me away, take me away, take me away From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men From the realisation that we've been left behind Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line Waiting on the whistle to blow We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows Broken promises but the whistle still blows Waiting on the whistle to blow We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far This is the story so far Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two And when you declare the point of grave creation They turn round and you to tell them the story so far This is the story so far And you listen with a tear in you eye To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply Is Slainte Mhath Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns Holding their own last orders commanding attention We sit here and listen to all of the story so far This is the story so far Take it away, take it away, take it away Take me away, take me away, take me away From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men From the realisation that we've been left behind Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line Waiting on the whistle to blow We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows Broken promises but the whistle still blows Waiting on the whistle to blow We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch When she moved, her presence speared me When she spoke, her words ensnared me Watch the lizard, watch the lizard, Watch the lizard with the crimson veil She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade Within the spiral of the cigarette You betrayed your bedside etiquette I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard I touched the lizard with the crimson veil I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl whores They know what they want, they sing your name And glide between the sheets I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I said Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I bled Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn Betrayed on a lizard's bed We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch When she moved, her presence speared me When she spoke, her words ensnared me Watch the lizard, watch the lizard, Watch the lizard with the crimson veil She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade Within the spiral of the cigarette You betrayed your bedside etiquette I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard I touched the lizard with the crimson veil I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl whores They know what they want, they sing your name And glide between the sheets I never say no, in chemical glow we'll let our bodies meet So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I said Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard's bed So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I bled Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn Betrayed on a lizard's bed We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies Shadows float across the fields of barley I find myself an island in an island I have to sort things out just my way And all I find is my bar To laugh to me I say Like all you know is true Is for every time we know it's mine I saw clouds cruise floating cross the blue sky Shadows float across the fields of barley Hero down the right ... way Everything will come out my way Now I know, I see, I find It's the only way I ever felt the way I do today All I say, I play the game I know I never could be sure of all the places that I've seen Clouds cruising cross the blue skies Shadows float across the fields of barley Every self an island in an island Working every problem out my way Now I see, I feel, I know It's the only way that anything could sort out to the way I say you'll find it's out of mind It's the only way I could have been It's the only way I stand Clouds cruise Float upon the barley |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
We didn't lie to you, folks. We told you we had living, breathing, monstrosities. You'll laugh at them, shudder at them, and yet, but for the accident of birth, you might be even as they are. They did not ask to be brought into the world, but into the world they came. Their code is a law unto themselves. Offend one, and you offend them all! Can you feel my skin Can you feel my bones Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home So unpleasant inside and out So unpleasant inside and out If you like I'll tell you about it You wouldn't want to know My heads full of water Tears I never cried Could you hold me under the shower In the cold outside So unsteady inside and out So unsteady inside and out If you like I'll tell you about it You wouldn't want to be Separated out Separated out Separated out I need medical attention Where's my memory gone Everything I told you - including this, I already forgot Separated out From the living stream The thing that couldn't lie straight Straight in the machine So unstable inside and out Don't know how much longer I'll take it If you like I'll sell you a ticket Or you can get in for free Am I enough of a freak To be worth paying to see Am I enough of a freak To be worth paying to see And now, folks, if you'll just step this way, you are about to witness the most amazing, the most astounding, living monstrosity of all time. Can you feel my skin Can you feel my bones Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home Can you kiss my face Let me know it's there Can you give it shap |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
Getting close to season's end I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England Snowflakes in a newborn fist Sledging on a hill Are thes things we'll never see InEngland? We'll tell our children's children why We grew so tall and reached so high We left our footprints in the Earth And punched a hole right through the sky We'll tell them how we changed the world And how we tamed the sea And season's they will never know In England So watch the old world melt away A loss regrets could never mend You never miss it till it's gone So say goodbye say goodbye To season's end [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
Getting close to season's end
I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England Snowflakes in a newborn fist Sledging on a hill Are thes things we'll never see InEngland? We'll tell our children's children why We grew so tall and reached so high We left our footprints in the Earth And punched a hole right through the sky We'll tell them how we changed the world And how we tamed the sea And season's they will never know In England So watch the old world melt away A loss regrets could never mend You never miss it till it's gone So say goodbye say goodbye To season's end [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
Getting close to season's end I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England Snowflakes in a newborn fist Sledging on a hill Are thes things we'll never see InEngland? We'll tell our children's children why We grew so tall and reached so high We left our footprints in the Earth And punched a hole right through the sky We'll tell them how we changed the world And how we tamed the sea And season's they will never know In England So watch the old world melt away A loss regrets could never mend You never miss it till it's gone So say goodbye say goodbye To season's end [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over The game is over So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play The game is over I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream A scream that's borne from sorrow I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning Promised wedding now a wake The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over The game is over So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play The game is over I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream A scream that's borne from sorrow I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning Promised wedding now a wake The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Did you cry when they dragged you home
Put a lock on the door and the telephone Was a runaway girl all they could see?... Have the nights and the days that you've come through Made the right seem wrong and the false seem true And was a runaway girl all they could see... A teenage extra from the satellite TV Runaway girl Too bad Too bad Runaway girl Too wild Too wild Were they deaf to the prayer behind your lies Maybe they didn't care to ask you why Was a runaway girl all they choose to see All they were prepared to admit to Runaway girl Too bad Too bad Runaway girl Real wild child So you cower in the towns forgotten places And make your bed with unfamiliar faces And at last you've got your freedom but that's all you've got You're tryin' to make up your mind up if you're better off You pretend to wait for washing in some laundromat But you're damned if you'll give them the satisfaction of you going back You'd freeze before you'd share a roof with them And you'd starve before you'd let him get his hands on you again Did you cry when they dragged you home? Poor little runaway |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
Did you cry when they dragged you home
Put a lock on the door and the telephone Was a runaway girl all they could see?... Have the nights and the days that you've come through Made the right seem wrong and the false seem true And was a runaway girl all they could see... A teenage extra from the satellite TV Runaway girl Too bad Too bad Runaway girl Too wild Too wild Were they deaf to the prayer behind your lies Maybe they didn't care to ask you why Was a runaway girl all they choose to see All they were prepared to admit to Runaway girl Too bad Too bad Runaway girl Real wild child So you cower in the towns forgotten places And make your bed with unfamiliar faces And at last you've got your freedom but that's all you've got You're tryin' to make up your mind up if you're better off You pretend to wait for washing in some laundromat But you're damned if you'll give them the satisfaction of you going back You'd freeze before you'd share a roof with them And you'd starve before you'd let him get his hands on you again Did you cry when they dragged you home? Poor little runaway |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
I can imagine nothing more tedious Than trying to have fun with you again Maybe it's just something in my mind But I hate feeling like I'm trying all the time It's a kind of lie When we pretend that we're still friends I'm sure you're not exactly short of people to hang out and laugh at your jokes Tell you you look great You wouldn't want me around Making it all feel "forced " ..and "put down" And every time I smile to wonder if I'm laughin' at you And with every little grin you don't want to be wonderin' Just exactly what it is I'm taking pleasure in Although I always said We were basically the same and all one All one It's so easy to persuade myself I'm clockwork and you're quartz I guess that irony Will surely be The death of me And every time I smile d'you wonder if I'm laughin' at you? |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Found our nest, in the Daily Express Met the vicar in a holy vest Brought up the children Church of E Now I vegetate with a colour TV Worst ever thing that ever happened to me Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E., oh Judy Whatever happened to pillow fights Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs, mogadons "I got a headache baby, don't take so long" Single beds, middle age dread Losing the war in the Waistlands spread Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube Who forgot to flush the loo Leave your sweaty socks outside the door Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy Whatever happened to morning smiles Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles Whatever happened to twinkling eyes, hard fast drives Complements on unnatural size Propping up a bar, family car Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk World war three, suburbanshee Just slip her these pills and I'll be free No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more Goodbye Judy |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Found our nest, in the Daily Express Met the vicar in a holy vest Brought up the children Church of E Now I vegetate with a colour TV Worst ever thing that ever happened to me Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E., oh Judy Whatever happened to pillow fights Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs, mogadons "I got a headache baby, don't take so long" Single beds, middle age dread Losing the war in the Waistlands spread Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube Who forgot to flush the loo Leave your sweaty socks outside the door Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy Whatever happened to morning smiles Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles Whatever happened to twinkling eyes, hard fast drives Complements on unnatural size Propping up a bar, family car Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk World war three, suburbanshee Just slip her these pills and I'll be free No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more Goodbye Judy |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears Safe in my own words, learning from my own words Cruel joke, cruel joke Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred A refugee, refugee. Safe in the sanctuary Safe |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears Safe in my own words, learning from my own words Cruel joke, cruel joke Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred A refugee, refugee. Safe in the sanctuary Safe |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
When you look into the mirror
Do you see a face you hardly recognise If you look into the sun too long Do the things you see begin to burn your eyes Paper lies Just to express what he's thinking must a man take all the mail will bring? Are we living only for today It's a sign of the times...we believe anything...and nothing Paper lies When you kill the truth You can make a killing You might just make losing look like winning You came here to tell us what's going on But nobody knows who's side you're on Seems like you're sailing pretty close to the wind again Paper lies You have already won a prize! I know something that you don't know Something that you ought to know It's burning a hole in my pocket book Listen.....do you want to know a secret? We can print our own money here If you let us do a piece on you We can take you to pieces When you look into the money do you see a face you hardly recognise? When you get behind the news of the world do the things you find begin to bend your mind? Paper lies. Why don't ya let us take a piece outta you |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
When you look into the mirror
Do you see a face you hardly recognise If you look into the sun too long Do the things you see begin to burn your eyes Paper lies Just to express what he's thinking must a man take all the mail will bring? Are we living only for today It's a sign of the times...we believe anything...and nothing Paper lies When you kill the truth You can make a killing You might just make losing look like winning You came here to tell us what's going on But nobody knows who's side you're on Seems like you're sailing pretty close to the wind again Paper lies You have already won a prize! I know something that you don't know Something that you ought to know It's burning a hole in my pocket book Listen.....do you want to know a secret? We can print our own money here If you let us do a piece on you We can take you to pieces When you look into the money do you see a face you hardly recognise? When you get behind the news of the world do the things you find begin to bend your mind? Paper lies. Why don't ya let us take a piece outta you |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Three hundred miles an hour on water
In your purpose-built machine No one dared to call a boat Screaming blue Out of this world Make history This is your day Blue... bird At such speeds... Things fly... What did she say? I know the pain of too much tenderness Wondering when or if you'll come back again Wanting to live for you And being banned from giving But only love will turn you round Only love will turn you round Only love Only love will turn you round So we live, you and I Either side of the edge And we run and we scream With the dilated stare of obsession and dreaming What the hell do we want Is it only to go Where nobody has gone A better way than the herd Sing a different song Till you're running the ledge To the gasp from the crowd Spinning round in your head Everything that she said |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
out of this world
Three hundred miles an hour on water In your purpose-built machine No one dared to call a boat Screaming blue Out of this world Make history This is your day Blue... bird At such speeds... Things fly... What did she say? I know the pain of too much tenderness Wondering when or if you'll come back again Wanting to live for you And being banned from giving But only love will turn you round Only love will turn you round Only love Only love will turn you round So we live, you and I Either side of the edge And we run and we scream With the dilated stare of obsession and dreaming What the hell do we want Is it only to go Where nobody has gone A better way than the herd Sing a different song Till you're running the ledge To the gasp from the crowd Spinning round in your head Everything that she said |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Three hundred miles an hour on water
In your purpose-built machine No one dared to call a boat Screaming blue Out of this world Make history This is your day Blue... bird At such speeds... Things fly... What did she say? I know the pain of too much tenderness Wondering when or if you'll come back again Wanting to live for you And being banned from giving But only love will turn you round Only love will turn you round Only love Only love will turn you round So we live, you and I Either side of the edge And we run and we scream With the dilated stare of obsession and dreaming What the hell do we want Is it only to go Where nobody has gone A better way than the herd Sing a different song Till you're running the ledge To the gasp from the crowd Spinning round in your head Everything that she said |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
You landed in my life
Like a new and brighter light That made all my past seem in the shadow I always used to believe That beauty was skin deep But I need a new word to describe you And the time that it took to take down the wall Was the time that it took for me to fall Hopelessly weak No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away No one can take you away from me now Don't matter how long we have to wait The days before you came Were really all the same A greyness I used to call freedom Endless nights out with the boys The boasting and the noise To think that I ever believed them No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away No one can take you away from me now Don't matter how long we have to wait I don't care what they think You're all I believe in I carry you here And there's something of you In everything that I love No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away No one can take you away from me now Don't matter how long we have to wait No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
You landed in my life
Like a new and brighter light That made all my past seem in the shadow I always used to believe That beauty was skin deep But I need a new word to describe you And the time that it took to take down the wall Was the time that it took for me to fall Hopelessly weak No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away No one can take you away from me now Don't matter how long we have to wait The days before you came Were really all the same A greyness I used to call freedom Endless nights out with the boys The boasting and the noise To think that I ever believed them No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away No one can take you away from me now Don't matter how long we have to wait I don't care what they think You're all I believe in I carry you here And there's something of you In everything that I love No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away No one can take you away from me now Don't matter how long we have to wait No one can take you away from me now Don't worry if they take me away |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
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 Oh, 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 You 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 |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Absence makes the heart go mad
All the solid things become mirages The certain things Sand running in the hour glass Running away I scream along the ledge As the windows back and close I run around try to prove the sunrise I believe in belief But it's proof I need Can you show me it's me Can you show me it's me Traveling makes the mind go vague All the special faces fade away Spinning like a heat haze Shimmering Please send Polaroids Or an ear in the post A map to the treasure A key to the closed I need you like hell Can you help me again Can you show me it's me Can you show me it's me I run dry I run out I run cold I need help Trying to prove the sunrise Trying to prove the tides Trying to prove the blue moon sky And is it you? Is it you? |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkway I realise it's time to plan the day I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me? I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me? Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me? The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end We march I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny from this maze Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkway I realise it's time to plan the day I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me? I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me? Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me? The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end We march I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny from this maze Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkway I realise it's time to plan the day I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me? I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me? Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me? The time has come to conquer and I'll provide your end We march I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze Armed with antisocial insecurity I plan the path of destiny from this maze Cause I'm a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop Cause I'm a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse Are you following me, are you following me? Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me I'm the Market Square hero, I'm the Market Square hero We are Market Square Heroes, to be Market Square Heroes |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Watching the people on the street today
she couldn't help but smile Watchin' the town go walking by all shaded eyes and alibis Strange how much pain you can hide away beneath a well-cut suit This is the day she walks away And the lights of the city pushin' a good time Asking her out tonight But she's saving her money for a better life She's got a map of the world Pinned up on her wall She's got a map of the world She's gonna go and see it all She's gonna see it all Watchin the people on the street today Such a lonely sight 'Swore she could see their dreams go by All cars and stars and buy buy buy Runnin on empty Runnin to stand still No time for their own lives Sleepwalking through the danger signs And it feels a little scary A little runaway Letting go of all she's done And the lights of the city, well they're all singin' Buy some of this, cmon But when you lie to yourself You lie to everyone She's got a map of the world Pinned up on her wall She's got a map of the world She's gonna go and see it all She's gonna see it all She'll empty the sand from her shoes In Paradise Sail out across the bay She'll dance under an island sky Until the break of day She's got a map of the world Pinned up on her wall It's such a beautiful world Glistening and magical She's got a map of the world Shining away in her mind Colouring-in her life This is the day she walks She's gonna see it all She's gonna breathe it all Paris London New York She's gonna see it all |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
I have been here many times before
In a life I used to live But I never saw these streets so fresh Washed with morning rain Like the whole world has been made again I have seen this face a thousand times Every morning of my life But I never saw these eyes so clear Free of doubt and pain Like the whole world has been made again I have been here many times before In a life I used to live..... And it's all because you made me see What is false and what is true Like the inside and the outside of me Is being made again by you Like a bright new morning Like a bright new day I woke up from a deep sleep I woke up from a bad dream To a bright new morning To a bright new world...... Like the whole world has been made again |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
I have been here many times before
In a life I used to live But I never saw these streets so fresh Washed with morning rain Like the whole world has been made again I have seen this face a thousand times Every morning of my life But I never saw these eyes so clear Free of doubt and pain Like the whole world has been made again I have been here many times before In a life I used to live..... And it's all because you made me see What is false and what is true Like the inside and the outside of me Is being made again by you Like a bright new morning Like a bright new day I woke up from a deep sleep I woke up from a bad dream To a bright new morning To a bright new world...... Like the whole world has been made again |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
A love song with no validity
Pretend you never meant that much to me Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice A mirror cracked among the white lines I just wanted you to be the first one I just wanted you to be the first one Ashes are burning, burning Ashes are burning, burning A lifestyle with no simplicities But I'm not asking for your sympathy Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us A lord of the backstage, a creature of language I'm so far out and I'm too far in I just wanted you to be the first one I just wanted you to be the first one Bridges are burning, burning Bridges are burning, burning |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
A love song with no validity
Pretend you never meant that much to me Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice A mirror cracked among the white lines I just wanted you to be the first one I just wanted you to be the first one Ashes are burning, burning Ashes are burning, burning A lifestyle with no simplicities But I'm not asking for your sympathy Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us A lord of the backstage, a creature of language I'm so far out and I'm too far in I just wanted you to be the first one I just wanted you to be the first one Bridges are burning, burning Bridges are burning, burning |
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