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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
Let's meet up
And get beat up Well, she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend And I really tried my best to get across to her But nothing she would say could be defended Well, her birthday suit it was her only present When I looked into her eyes - no history And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant But she laughed a snake-eye laugh and walked away from me And I watched her as she walked across the coals I watched her as she walked across the coals She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? So I really tried my best to get across to her I said, "One day every pebble hits the beach" And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend But she was too far out there to be reached She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? And the sun came up over the mountain And the waves rolled in from across the bay And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest And she said, "Well! We're all just heaven's beautiful children together in Paradise "Lie down, my dear, you're going to enjoy this." She looked like she'd had sex With a tyrannosaurus rex She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe, old man Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? And I watched her as she walked across the coals And I watched her as she walked across the coals |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
Turn your life upside down
Take a car into town Wait until the world's asleep And tear it up and never stop again Take a train to the sea Stay up all night ..and be It only takes a fraction of a second To turn your life upside down Take a train to the sea Be anyone you want to be A little spark of light inside your mind Safe and sound off the ground upside down Wide awake on the edge of the world |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down
And I guess you're used to having everything you want But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones I tell you nothing else can be as hard as love can Well I hear you've got my number and you want my name I'm a stream of noughts and crosses in your R.A.M But you know that love can be as hard as algebra Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Well I hear that you were lookin out to take me home And I hear that you can handle it and you're not scared Have you heard about the pictures on my bedroom wall?... Baby nothin else has ever been as hard as love Well it makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry But it's all worthwhile It makes you humble and it makes you crawl It makes you tremble and it makes you fall But it's all worthwhile It makes you desperate and it makes you dream It makes you dangerous and it makes you scream But it's all worthwhile Just lie back and smile....... (They will continue to love you even though the rest of the world hates you...) It makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry It makes you panic and it makes you vain It makes you primitive.....Sick inside It makes you angry it makes you blind It makes you guilty and it makes you lie Tied up and beaten Spat out and eaten Suicidal NOTHIN'S EVER BEEN AS HARD Well I hear that you were looking out to change my faith You can bash me with your book of words, Hammer me down! But you know that love can be as hard as six inch nails Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Hard as love |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
> Did you ever fall in love
Did you ever fall in love Did you ever fall in love Did you ever dream of falling If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill We are alone in the world We must do what we feel we should We are told what is right Need hurts within us We can see sense We can feel what feels right And so often All these things are not at all the same They're not at all the same If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill Did you ever dream of running And find you couldn't move Did you ever dream of running Running scared Ankle deep in glue With the monster after you And it's catching up Monsters catching up And it's catchin' up and you're going nowhere And you're slowin' up And you can't wake up And it's catchin' up and you're going nowhere wake up wake up You're falling.. If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill Did you ever see a shadow Cast against your bedroom wall Crooked shadow in the lamplight Ten feet tall Did you ever dream of falling And find you couldn't move Did you give up. And discover that you haven't given up Did you ever dream of falling Did you ever fall in love hard ball dream love now roll fall clown stain truth space time race give black white all one church state god fast as I could cry laugh hide feel no clouds will to win sweet seed you me hard ball dream love now roll fall clown stain truth space time never do that, never do that will to win, will to win, never do that give black white all one wild church state now roll fall clown stain truth space time race fruit GIVE never do that If my heart were a ball it would roll uphill All one insane wild sweet heart Wild rose Did you ever fall in love?.. |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks With your makeup and your teddy bear And your C.S. Lewis books Bad seed You're a bad seed You're a decadent in chrysalis Waiting sleepily to emerge When you'll visit every seedy need Of your random obsessive urge All the ruses that you use All the food that you refuse All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus All the poisoned attitudes And the lust for the unknown And the second best that devils use To make this world their own Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu Every rainy day by e-mail As you lie there on your bed Another virtual page arrives There will be times when you remember me Of the chapters you'll be writing As the voices echo in your head In the book called wasted lives As you read Henry and Anais All the lost weekends and booze All the finger-and-thumb screws All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu Use the anger Paint a picture of it Throw the colors Use the pain, use the pain Scream back a brand new emotion As it runs across the skin Fire across paper Burn and curl, burn and curl You thought you couldn't feel like this But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain Tattooed in that private place Microsoft and tears intimately pierced Discovering and remembering You felt like this somewhere before Stirrin' up the bed of the river Somewhere you don't like to go You wrote this down so many times But you get up anyway and you write it down again You've bored us all to death with this Well who you gonna tell When you've nothing left to sell She says, she's lonely She says, she knows me But she's a one-way street She told me what I already know "If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can buy it, it can be bought If you can buy it, it can be stolen If you can break it, it's already broken It's already broken, it's already broken" Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking So many empty conversations What a waste of lips Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill Look down upon the city A heart pumping the roads In our racing stripes We rejoice at being connected Without touching, thank God for the internet We stare at our screens all our lives What a waste of eyes 'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain All the trust and tired care Left to rust and go nowhere All this gold beneath my skin Sparklin' like sin somewhere within In so deep, in so deep, in so deep That I can't sleep for these Interior Lulu These Interior Lulu, these Interior Lulu lu lu lu lu lus |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
You're only human
So am I It's such a shame we have these secrets and lies That get discovered from time to time Whatever rises eventually falls The world turns and it turns on us all You can't live life without making mistakes You can't live trying to keep the outside world away It's time to stop Beating yourself up It's not your fault It's not your fault It's not your fault I broke a mirror Maybe two Shattered reflections That's all I have of you Crackin' like eggshell beneath my fear I couldn't breathe, I couldn't keep the outside world away Oh dear When you lie down to sleep Repeat after me It's not your fault It's not your fault It's not your fault We're both so tired It's not your fault It's just the way we're wired |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me And filled me full of thirsty love And the memory of water I wonder if a king still fishes there His back towards the burned out air His laughing catches singing loud Of the memory of water Your taste is blood and ecstasy But I must drink you all alone You're freckled like a speckled egg A dove but this bird has flown Oh stay with me sweet memory Oh stay with me I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree By the standing pool where you drank me As pain flows through me like champagne Of the memory of water |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
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 - Less Is More (2009)
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 - Less Is More (2009)
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 - Less Is More (2009)
A wise man once said
A flower is only A sexual organ Beauty is cruelty And evolution A wise man once said that everything could be explained with mathematics He had denied His feminine side Now where is the wisdom in that? I came just as fast as I could Through the dirty air Of your neighbourhood Your name on a grain of rice Hangin' around my neck And a head like lead This is the 21st century I heard everything they said The Universe demystified Chemicals for God This is the 21st century I heard everything they said A wise man once wrote That love is only An ancient instinct For reproduction Natural selection A wise man once said That everything could be explained And it's all in the brain We lay on a velvet rug by the open fire She blew air on my eyelids I cried "What's it all about?" As she kissed my hair She said "There, there.." "This is the 21st century I heard everything you said The universe demystified Astronomy instead This is the 21st century Can't you get it through your head This aint the way it was meant to be Magic isn't dead Come to bed Come to bed And rest your heavy head my love.." And slowly, from above, She showed the answer's something that can't be written down This is the 21st century Flash to crash and burn Nobody's gonna give you anything For nothing in return There's a man up in a mirrored building And he just bought the world Would you want To have kids Growing up Into what's left of this? She shook her head, She said "Can't you see? The world is you The world is me." |
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from Marillion - Less Is More (2009)
Things come wrapped up in time
Like the past in a present Or the perfect line in a song They take their time And when they're gone They take their time with them And you can't have them back Because the time for them has gone And their time has gone with them The time for them has gone. There's an echo of them An echo of the time they were wrapped in Sweet or bitter in the memory But an echo is all, all I can reach now An echo of you An echo of you An echo of you in your time Still echoing Like a star in the sky Like a star in the sky above me And the story of it's life Told backwards down this rod of light But at it's beginning.. Long extinct. |
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from Marillion - Happiness Is The Road, Volume 1: Essence [ep] (2008)
Tell you what I want
Essence 'Tell you what I need Essence What I'm looking for Essence Sit in silence close your eyes, feel the magic everywhere inside you Fingers toes head heart and soul, connected deep to every living thing Not just the taste, the touch, the smell Or the face you know so well Not the 400 word description The book, the film, the faithful depiction Get out of here Get out while you can Choose life, strive for essence Choose life, Choose living Choose life, Choose living Go digging, Go digging Go digging, Go digging Go digging for essence for Essence for Essence Sit in silence and watch the sky Feel the magic deep inside you Every woman and every man Turn off your mind and you'll understand Sit in silence and watch the sky yeah Feel the energy inside outside Aint one damn thing means a thing in this life til you get close to Essence, til you try Every man and woman listen to me, hey Live in the moment or you'll never be free Essence Essence Essence. Choose life, Choose essence. |
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from Marillion - Happiness Is The Road, Volume 1: Essence [ep] (2008)
The greatest blessing that we have
Is the dawn of each new day A chance to finish what we started And made a mess of yesterday As day comes out of night A chance to get it right A chance to start again A chance to get it right The people here Full of love and comfortable in themselves Not scared to let go No fear round here I met this man In Utrecht Netherlands He was a doctor of the body and the soul He said to me: Man, there's a book you have to read. I feel your pain. It makes me cry But these tears are yours - not mine. You're focusing on all of your bad yesterdays The worry lines are getting deeper every day And deep inside you No surprise - there's a crisis! You might have been to blame But you can't go on this way Must I watch and pray? While you torture yourself with what's behind ya Torture yourself with what awaits ya Draggin' that guilt and regret inside ya Anxious of the goals that always evade ya Your mind will find a way to be unkind to you somehow But all we really have is happening to us right now HAPPINESS IS THE ROAD And each baby.. A human sunrise Each baby - a human sunrise.. Look around you Feel your soul inside you Look inside you Feel the life course through you The life that's giving In every thing that's living The plants and the trees The birds and the bees And apes like you and me HAPPINESS IS THE ROAD You're a slave to your mind But you are not your mind You are not your pain Say it again You are not your pain Say it again You are not your pain Happiness aint at the end of the road Happiness aint at the end of the road Happiness IS the road The road HAPPINESS IS THE ROAD |
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from Marillion - Happiness Is The Road, Volume 1: Essence [ep] (2008)
This train is my life
Speeding through the night We have been to these places For barely a moment Wide awake Sometimes sleeping Sometimes watching Sometimes dreaming Through stroby stations Too fast to know their names Too fast to know if we came or will come again Sleeping towns joined together By the steel of the rails Parallel lines Parallel lives You and I We're movie-rich We're reflected in the window The dark night's black mirror glass Distant lights from the wrong side of the tracks Christmas lights Go by in the houses Anonymous windows Anonymous rooms of Anonymous souls So take my hand Squeeze it tight Make some light In the darkness I'm glad you came on this trip Don't lose your grip Don't lose your grip This train is my life This train is my life Travel with me And we'll see.. |
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from Marillion - Happiness Is The Road, Volume 1: Essence [ep] (2008)
We need to talk.. about the way you've been behaving
We need to talk.. about the christmas lights in your clothes We need to talk.. about the stranger in the kitchen We need to talk.. about the scissors and the silver foil I thank God.. You're so fabulously.. Odd Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Is so right for me So right for me We need to talk.. about the wedding cake, and the wet-suit We need to talk.. about the policeman down the hall You're truly strange But it wouldn't do for us all to be the same Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Is so right for me Just right for me Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Whatever is wrong with you Is so right for me So right Whatever is wrong with you Is so right for me. |
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from Marillion - Happiness Is The Road, Volume 1: Essence [ep] (2008)
Woke up in a city that doesn't sleep
Full of rain You woke me up Woke up in a city down by the sea Like a dream You woke me up I woke up in a city full of snow And history and beauty and Christmas-lights and cold With angels that come when all is lost In golden light at dead of night They take you home And I woke up I woke up Woke up in a city that doesn't sleep You woke me up, You woke me up, You woke me up And I woke up in a city by the sea You woke me up, You woke me up, You woke me up You woke me up I woke up in a city full of rain The world had stopped I woke up to feel no pain Day from night Anti-gravity and light It's so clear, just what I'm doing here The blinding obvious is what you showed to me. |
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from Fish - Return to Childhood (2006)
I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK
a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel as God and his accountants drove away. You'll see him coast to coast on live tv, in a stadium rocked by Satan just the night before the collection from the faithful is tax free it'll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge and we'll buy ourselves some heaven on earth we sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge are we selling out tomorrow for today? A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone a casio concerto entertains you while you hold your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot a Dali or a Picasso for his wall. You're looking good, looking good with big wedge are you holding back tomorrow for today? they're driving in, driving in with big wedge are we selling out tomorrow for today? You'll sell the ground beneath your feet you'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees you ideals and integrity your culture and your history your children into slavery to labour in their factories your mother and your family you'll sell the world eventually. The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same! It just depends on what's your point of view America, America the big wedge and they're buying up your tomorrow with promises the promises of big wedge and they'll break them like your hearts another day when you find out that you've left it just too late and find that you're the only one to blame that you sold out your tomorrow for Big Wedge |
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from Fish - Return to Childhood (2006)
Doc: "Tattoo Shop"
Fish: "Hi Doc" Doc: "Hey Fish, what are you doin'?" Fish: "If you don't mind, we're gonna record this. Is that cool?" Doc: "Oh that's cooler 'n hell. Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man. You know his biggest dream was, me and him go party with you." On the trail of torn-out twisters, two angels on a mission came Dust devils danced before them in the path of the hurricane. On the road to Oklahoma, through the flatlands from L.A. From the shadows in the valley, from a country where the lizards play. While they drove they kept the radio on, why don't you singalong, singalong, singalong. (Chorus:) Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52 Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52 I don't think so. A man stands behind his shadow, a man stands behind his words. These men are together with family to defend their rights in another man's world. Most people stood against them, most people disagreed With the need for all those weapons in our safe, secure society. Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin We are lover, warrior, magician kings. (Chorus): Doc:"Fuckin' brilliant, man. OK, here's what happened. 52 barred the door shut from the inside. A gunfight started on the front porch. 52 shot back. You know...they come into his home with it, so he's protecting himself. The guy inside the house blew his brains out. Yeah, they made it look like he killed himself. But, no one believes he would, 'cause he's not that kind of man. That's all, I think, he wasn't afraid of death. You know, he believed in something to die for, that's what he did." Some say he had it coming, others say he was sole to blame But who says they've got the rights if any at all to blow the brothers away. A man got a right to wonder, a man got a right to dream, Without looking over his shoulder to choose the manner of the life he leads. One man's thoughts on another man's skin We are lover, warrior, magician kings. (Chorus): Doc: "What they have done, was they've come in and murdered him, for his bombs and his ammunition. Just like that Waco Texas or any of these other things, over here in the United States. Anybody that's stockpiling firearms and ammunitions is a threat to the government, so the government wages war against us. They tortured him, he went out but I'm sure he stood up like he was supposed to, you know? They smashed all the rings shut on his fingers with a hammer. It was all an orchestrated plan, man. The more.. the closer I was getting to it.. to the truth, the more they got everybody looking at me as being the guy that pulled the trigger. And what they did when they killed 52, is they broke the whole family up. That's exactly what they wanted to do. They wanted to break all of us up." |
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from Fish - Return to Childhood (2006)
(Dick/Simmonds/Boult/Usher)
I watch the TV every night, I stay awake by satellite, I hope and pray the nightmares, Stay away today. An oily shroud on a coral reef, A black cloud's hanging over me. When I hit on the remote, The programmes stay the same. Credo, credo, credo, credo. An assegai slick with sweat and blood, A shotgun barks at a rabid dog, A shallow grave hugs a highway, Beneath a bleaching sun. chorus: Credo, credo, credo, credo, It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me. When cancer sucks a young girl's breast. When a company chains a young man's soul When the coal dust stole My grandad's breath away. (chorus) A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd, To close a crowded circle a brazier's light, A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow. A mother screams and a baby cries. The memory gone before the blood has dried. A needle pricks the conscience, To help it fade away. (chorus) The more you scream, the less you hear, Or that's how it used to be. But I just can't tell the difference Anymore these days. The open lips of an alter[1] boy, A planet spins in a silent void, The options are ever fewer On the ground these days (chorus) [1] sic. Is this supposed to be altar? This is how it appears on the lyric sheet. |
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from Fish - Return to Childhood (2006)
Don't talk to me about justice, freedom, truth and
democracy, When all you left me were false hopes, lies, empty promises, Now you're crying betrayal, demanding attention and sympathy, You forget your own treason, your actions and the consequences of your selfish behaviour, don't make out that you're the innocent party! You played the cards you were dealt with unwisely; you didn't listen to me, You tried to bluff once too often, you were called out, cheating in the first degree Just a sheep in wolf's clothing, a cowboy, a charlatan a chevalier, A naive knave among princes you weren't quite what you appeared to be! Now all you see is all you get; it's in your face, nowhere else left to hide, Just face the truth and face the facts you're on your own, no one left on your side You blame it all on the system you worked in you helped to perpetuate You sold out all of your secrets; you sold short all your big ideas You were flying too high not a care in the world you thought that you'd never come down; You forgot all the rules, lost sight of the ground Didn't think that you ever could fall, A fool on the wing flew too close to the sun; you burned out and dropped out the sky, And everyone stared but did anyone care no-one remembers your name, Now you can't trust your own instincts, you don't know who or what to believe, You were blind in the spotlight you reached out for conspiracies. There's times you feel you lost your mind, you've lost control the very will to survive, Just pick yourself up of the ground, get dusted down, and get back in the fight You were flying too high not a care in the world you thought that you'd never come down; You forgot all the rules, lost sight of the ground Didn't think that you ever could fall, A fool on the wing flew too close to the sun; you burned out and dropped out the sky, And everyone stared but did anyone care No one remembers your name, Now that you're down to your last hope, the long shot, now you're down on your knees, Begging me for one last chance, one more golden opportunity And all you see is all you get; it's in your face, nowhere else left to hide, Just face the truth and face the facts you're on your own, no one left on your side You once had the World at your feet but your conscience wandered in clouds, You lost sight of your goals; your vision was blurred when the towers one day disappeared. Everyone stared, no one believed as the images burned on our screens, That a world had just changed, the dream evaporates, no more innocent parties! |
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from Fish - Return to Childhood (2006)
It's so funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action,
I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking, Turning it over Putting the pieces in place and building a case for my anger I'm taking it in, I'm taking my time in taking you out, 'cause it'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back, So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night, I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold, There's no question to ask, To sort out the answers, To prove who is wrong or who is right, But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart. If we admit to the truth, Pretend it's all been an act, As a matter of fact It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a dreamboat on wild and heavy seas, I was cast adrift or fallen overboard, I catch my breath and head for shore, I turn around, the ship sails on This ship sails on. Funny, you don't call at night, always missing in action I'm left out in the cold and you'd never have thought I was thinking I was thinking Still thinking Still thinking Said I was, said I was So tired of your lying, I can't sleep at night, I'll accept what I'm told, take what I'm sold, There's no question to ask, To sort out the answers, To prove who is wrong or who is right, But I know in my heart that we're breaking apart. If we admit to the truth, Pretend it's all been an act, As a matter of fact It'll be a long cold day in Hell before I take you back. And I still remember sailing on that dreamboat on starlit mirrored seas. I hold my breath and I gaze from shore from this empty beach and this pile of clothes I hit the water, the ship sails on I hit the water, the ship sails on I hit the water, the ship sails on I hit the water, the ship sails on |
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from Fish - Return to Childhood (2006)
Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the
city streets, swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand to in another dawn, Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the madness around them, They don't know they're blind, His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine, exits the underground and enters the scene And checks out the world and all the moving targets Adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets Locked and loaded, safety off, checks his bearings on the ground before taking off, Middle distance, draws a bead, allowing a margin for error he takes a lead, He's out in the open he's out on his own, so far from his family, so far from his home, He came out of his hiding came out of the trees, he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields, Only to find he'd become a moving target, He walked out in the world and became a moving target, Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target. Holding a breath still in his lungs, he steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun, his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows, His pulse marking the time he senses the pressure of the moment he clears his mind, he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream, of moving targets. Rolling numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies he takes them out and takes them down, Collecting trophies, hunting game, no remorse as they've only got themselves to blame, Bleeding heart innocents running in herds, the weak and the woeful get what they deserve, There's no room for pity, no space for guilt, in this murderous city it's kill or be killed, When you're running the field you become a moving target, When you start making marks you become a moving target, You took your first step in the world and became a moving target, When you walk in the world you're a moving target, Wandering shopping malls, moving targets, High school assembly halls, moving targets, At fuel stops and parking lots, moving targets In high streets and super marts, moving targets, There's no place to hide! |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
When I leave you
I will leave you Things that might not help you Things that might Problems that I never solved Dreams to keep you up at night As I leave you I will leave you Things that stick for ever Things that slide Mysteries I swallowed whole Happiness I couldn't share I will leave you Promises I never kept I will leave you Stories that I never told Principles betrayed or sold Love I tried to spread too wide I will leave you Muscles you can grow in hate I will leave you Summer darkness Winter light Young mans shame and Old mans pride When I leave you I will hate to leave you That's the heat that grows With growing old So never let me leave you Never let me leave you Cold |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
Best of three, the angel said
As daylight burst behind his head Jacob all night wrestling with his angel Then out into the boul' St. Mich He cruises in a new Corniche Now doesn't God stand up for B-A-S-T-A-R-D-S Baby you can't lose it You'd be mad to choose it Don¹t you know he was born to do you down You can't cheat your fate girl Check the time and date girl Don't you know he was born to do you down But guys who show how much they care Try hard to please and get nowhere You know that every girl round here got built-in bastard radar Baby you can't lose it You'd be mad to choose it Don't you know he was born to do you down 'Cause what will be will always be Though stinging kills the honey bee You know that every girl on Earth's got built in bastard radar I'm singing "one-two" in the mike You know I'm testing I'm singing "Death where is thy sting?" It's only resting And thank God every woman knows It's piss and wind and fancy clothes That make a man a man Thank God for built-in bastard radar |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
They got money, they got sun
They look like they're havin' fun Don't it seem it's so unfair They know something you don't know They've got a better place to go They're thin and rich and they don't care We get the dreams that we deserve The magazines that we deserve Page one and three that we deserve The joy and the pain that we deserve The sun and the rain that we deserve The material gain that we deserve We get what we deserve They got tension, they got stress They got their lives in the press The whole world stares as they undress Sold their friends to get ahead They do therapy instead They've got demons in their bed We get the toys that we deserve The quiet and the noise that we deserve The girls and the boys that we deserve We get what we want if we really want it We get what we want if we're really honest You know what you are You know what you want You know what you deserve We get the seas that we deserve The flowers and the trees that we deserve The spores on the breeze that we deserve We get what we want if we really want it We get what we want if we're really honest You know what you are You know what you want You know what you deserve You deserve We get what we deserve We deserve |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
[Viva Brasil, Viva Vida]
Bound up in this energy ball again Laughing and bouncin' off the magic Rollin' under like a surfboard in a wave Washin' me up ...I want to do it again Entwined in her arms Spinning around and submarine beneath the deep of her Climbing the forks of the lightning Building a rod for my back it's all right, it's all right Dreamin' a dream that only the sleepless know Chilling the afternoon in "Viva Vida" Watchin' the sun slide down the avenue So real... I feel... Dizzy to fever with this love The blues and the greys are waved away inside a day with her Riding the forks of the lightning Feeling the sparks along my back it's all right, it's all right I thought I was born to take and to damage But I'm giving and healing and feeling Ultramarine and ultra-serene Climbing the forks of the lightning She told me today it'll be okay it's all right, it's all right I'm a submarine in this ocean |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
Turn your life upside down
Take a car into town Wait until the world's asleep And tear it up and never stop again Take a train to the sea Stay up all night ..and be It only takes a fraction of a second To turn your life upside down Take a train to the sea Be anyone you want to be A little spark of light inside your mind Safe and sound off the ground upside down Wide awake on the edge of the world |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
This house aches
I whistle its tune After so much noise Freedom is silence Half the house is missing Taken half of me with it I had imagined this Hurting in a different way Hurting in a different way I still have the hi-fi Quiet at all volumes As my dull thoughts Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell under water When she cries she cuts me And when she smiles I wanna die Afraid of knowing myself Our eyes stare out while we hide inside Looking at it, not seeing it Looking at it, not seeing it The open windows Let in the spring air today And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song But the silence here finds a way to stay Some kind of explosion God, if you hear me Throw me a line or strike me down Do you refuse even to accuse C'mon, do your worst But lift this curse Built this house on solid ground But now it's crumbling tumbling down Will nobody here even cry out for help? As it slowly collapses into itself Looking at it, not seeing it Looking at it, not seeing it Hanging on to this pain It's no good It's no good But we try again We try again |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks With your makeup and your teddy bear And your C.S. Lewis books Bad seed You're a bad seed You're a decadent in chrysalis Waiting sleepily to emerge When you'll visit every seedy need Of your random obsessive urge All the ruses that you use All the food that you refuse All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus All the poisoned attitudes And the lust for the unknown And the second best that devils use To make this world their own Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu Every rainy day by e-mail As you lie there on your bed Another virtual page arrives There will be times when you remember me Of the chapters you'll be writing As the voices echo in your head In the book called wasted lives As you read Henry and Anais All the lost weekends and booze All the finger-and-thumb screws All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu Use the anger Paint a picture of it Throw the colors Use the pain, use the pain Scream back a brand new emotion As it runs across the skin Fire across paper Burn and curl, burn and curl You thought you couldn't feel like this But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain Tattooed in that private place Microsoft and tears intimately pierced Discovering and remembering You felt like this somewhere before Stirrin' up the bed of the river Somewhere you don't like to go You wrote this down so many times But you get up anyway and you write it down again You've bored us all to death with this Well who you gonna tell When you've nothing left to sell She says, she's lonely She says, she knows me But she's a one-way street She told me what I already know "If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can buy it, it can be bought If you can buy it, it can be stolen If you can break it, it's already broken It's already broken, it's already broken" Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking So many empty conversations What a waste of lips Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill Look down upon the city A heart pumping the roads In our racing stripes We rejoice at being connected Without touching, thank God for the internet We stare at our screens all our lives What a waste of eyes 'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain All the trust and tired care Left to rust and go nowhere All this gold beneath my skin Sparklin' like sin somewhere within In so deep, in so deep, in so deep That I can't sleep for these Interior Lulu These Interior Lulu, these Interior Lulu lu lu lu lu lus |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
Reality is something that you rise above
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run The fearful fall foul of fate as often as the reckless You don't need money to be rich anyhow Spending yourself is what it's all about No tears No lies No pain No doubt No darkness No confusion No loneliness, despair No more, no more It's all illusion If you have made mistakes There's always another chance for you You can start over again at any moment Any little time you choose Talk about failure To fall is not to fail Failure isn't about falling down Failure is staying down Energy makes energy anyhow Spend yourself and get rich right now No tears No lies No pain No doubt No darkness No confusion No loneliness, despair No way, no how It's all illusion Reality is something that you rise above We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are There's always another chance for you You can start over again Start over again Over again Any little time you choose Get rich right now |
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from Marillion - Com (2004)
She took my hand and said "Let's go together"
"You and me against the world" And so we stuck it out through still and stormy weather And so we tumbled down the years I took her hand and said "Let's go together" Just you and me against the world Let's go together Stay together We'll tumble down the years And we'll come to find the key behind it all We never stopped to see if we were still in step We never checked each other's eyes To see who lived in there behind them And down the years we disappeared Let's go together Say no together We'll tumble down the years Let's try together Let's lie together We'll tumble down the years And though we never found the key behind it all I think we came to know the meaning of the fall Let's go together We said "forever" You and me against the world Hold on together And damn the river We'll tumble down the years We'll tumble down the years We'll tumble down the years |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
Yeah!
Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my escape on the midnight train Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you - Charting the single Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to Cologne All night hotel Liebling make your mark Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home? Get a pizza the action when I Romeo again Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade Wedding rings, I know when Venice time, Venice time To chart the single, to chart the single Charting the single, charting the single The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey Before the blond hairs turn to grey I like to train, express myself in the universal language Ego on my face in the nicest possible way It's absolutely the nicest possible way Charting the single I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game Charting the single It's a solo performance on a one way street You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet Charting, charting, charting, charting the single |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
I. Heorot's plea and Grendel's awakening
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes II. Grendel's Journey Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart III. Lurker at the Threshold Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries Screams are his music, lightning his guide Raping the darkness, death by his side Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out You should have known better after all this time You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws You lust for gold with your sharpened knives Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand You call for justice and distort the truth Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow. |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone But there's one place left to go before the taxi home After all you've made your marks One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor The next night you're Marilyn Monroe Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go? Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show 'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks You made your marks, you made your marks We believe it's for real Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me But I love my wife and I love my family I've got a good job, responsibilities And I need to keep respect from society I know you'll never act with me I know that you're in love with me So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night? Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina? You made your marks, you made your marks Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night Just making marks, just making marks Just making marks, just making marks You made your marks |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
For me and my true-love will never walk again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Moira Anderson, eat your heart out! You-ou-- You'll take the high road an' I'll take the low road An' I'll be in Scotland before you For me and my true-love we'll never walk again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond You'll take the acid an' I'll take the dope An' I'll be stoned before you For me an' my true-love, the drink waters' well On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm An' row an' row all for Mhairi's wedding Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe Arm in arm an' row an' row all for Mhairi's wedding I said you, you, you, you'll take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the lead guitar, from Yorkshire Mr. Stephen Rothery! I said you, you, you, you take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from Aylesbury Mr. Peter Trawavas! I said you, you, you, you take the high road I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road On the keyboards, from Dublin Mr. Mark Kelly! I said you, you--, you'll take the high road I said I'll, I'll--, I'll take the low road On drums, per-cus-si-on, Mr. Michael "E.T." Pointer! And a very big round of applause, for yourself, one audience tonight It takes two! On vocals, and percussion Fish! A dream fulfilled! Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret I said you take the high road An' I'll take the low road An' I'll be in Scotland before you For me and my true-love we'll never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret The balcony: Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma Margaret Say yer Scottish: Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret I said you'll take the high road An' I'll take the low road An' I'll be in Scotland before you For me and my true-love we'll never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond! Banks of Loch Lomond! Sweet Margaret Sweet Margaret Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret! Thank you Edinburgh, good night, we shall de-fi-nite-ly return |
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from Marillion - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
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 - B'Sides Themselves (2004)
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 - Real To Reel (2003)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep Your mother sits on the edge of the world W when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chwair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation To eliminate those who would trespass against you For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell Forgotten Sons From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous Forgotten sons, forgotten sons Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child Just another Forgotten Son |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play Social climbers polish ladders Wayward sons again have fathers Hello, Dad, hello, dad Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers Rudely wakened from their slumbers Time has come again for slaughter O on the lawns by still Cam waters A slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again Aperitifs consumed en masse Display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter W where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue Mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose, pressmen flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Unapproachable, constant in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction With no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It's just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You've played this scene before |
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from Marillion - 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 - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar Of some obscure Scottish poet The mist crawls from the canal Like some primordial phantom of romance To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father Your carnation will rot in a vase. II. Lost Weekend A train sleeps in a siding The driver guzzles another can of lager To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club She was a wallflower at sixteen She'll be a wallflower at thirty four Her mother called her beautiful Her daddy said, "A whore". III. Blue Angel The sky was Bible black in Lyon When I met the Magdalene She was paralysed in a streetlight She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm. Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "'J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your heart IV. Misplaced Rendezvous It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper Something's gonna give under this pressure And the cracks are already beginning to show It's too late The weekend career girl never boarded the plane They said this could never happen again So wrong, so wrong This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous With you The parallel of you, you V. Windswept Thumb On the outskirts of nowhere On the ringroad to somewhere On the verge of indecision I'll always take the roundabout way Waiting on the rain For I was born with a habit, from a sign The habit of a windswept thumb And the sign of the rain It's started raining |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts Just a runaway, just a runaway I'm saving myself II. Passing Strangers Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights Cold moan, held on the crest of the night I'm too tired to fight. So now we're passing strangers, at single tables Still trying to get over Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers All those passing strangers And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper III. Mylo Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down And we sat and cried on the phone I never felt so alone He was the first of our own Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity Some of us go down in a haze of publicity The price of infamy, the edge of insanity Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone 'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories." So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor Inviting me to a casual obscenity. IV. Perimeter Walk It would be incredible if we could Retrace all the times that we lived here All the collisions Wasted, I've never been so wasted I've never been this far out before Perimeter walk There's a presence here I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical There's a presence A child, my child My childhood, a misplaced childhood Give it back to me, give it back to me A childhood, that childhood Oh please give it back to me. V. Threshold I saw a war widow in a launderette Washing the memories from her husband's clothes She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns Trying to pick up a war They're going to even the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on factories Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways Does anybody care, I can't take any more! Should we say goodbye? I see priests, politicians? Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags I see children pleading with outstretched hands Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam I can't take any more, should we say goodbye How can we justify? They call us civilized |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalenes contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is Brixton chess A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones on this perfume uniform And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys Rooting, tooting cowboys Lucky little ladies at the watering holes They'll score the Friday night goals I was born with a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian. II. Curtain Call And the man from the magazine, wants another shot of you all curled up 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot. But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot How did I get in here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Let's go And the man in the mirror has sad eyes |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems with my memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen of Legoland travellin Incommunicado and I don't give a damn for the Fleet Street afficionados But I don't want to be the backpage interview I don't want launderette anonymity I want my handprints in the concrete on Sunset Boulevard a dummy in Tussauds you'll se Incommunicado I'm a Marquee veteran, a muti-media bonafide celebrity I've got an allergy to Perrier, daylight and responsibility I'm a rootin-tootin cowboy a Peter Pan with street credibility always making the point with the dawn patrol fraternity Sometimes it seems like I've been here before when I hear opportunity kicking in my door call it synchronicity call it Deja Vu I just put my faith in destiny- it's the way that I choose But I don't want to be a tin can tied to the bumper of a wedding limousine, or currently residing in the where are the now file a oupee on the cabaret scene I want to do adverts for American Express cards and talk shows on prime time t.v., a villa in France my own cocktail bar and that's where you're gonna find me incommunicado Sometimes it seems like I've been here before When I hear opportunity kicking in my door Call it synchronicity call it deja vu I just put my faith in destiny it's the way that I choose- incommunicado (Rainbow Room, LA; St. Moritz Club London) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework We are Siamese children related by the heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room Empty chambers embracing the end Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons You must have known that I was concealing an escape Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces On the ricochet, this is the ricochet |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry And Kayleigh, could we get it together again I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends We said our love would last forever so how did it come to this bitter end Oh oh yeah Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember the loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember dancing in Stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone To have hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone Maybe it'll prove that we were right or it'll prove that I was wrong |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper, Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard the children singing, They were running through the rainbows. They were singing a song for you. Well it seemed to be a song for you, the one I wanted to write for you, for you, you. Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green. When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue. When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. For your love, for your love, for your love |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Brave (2003)
What a brave, brave girl
Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know.... What a brave brave girl Never loved before Placed herself in reach.... So he tried....in his own way To find the heart of the tight-packed rose She's gone now But oh She aches He will search until he's found A way to take the days See her sadness in your face She's inside you And she's crying |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist Roar of traffic and the crack of police radios When they ask her name Would she please explain She simply chooses to say........ nothing |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
Well I hear that you were looking out to hunt me down
And I guess you're used to having everything you want But you know that love can be as hard as sticks and stones I tell you nothing else can be as hard as love can Well I hear you've got my number and you want my name I'm a stream of noughts and crosses in your R.A.M But you know that love can be as hard as algebra Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Well I hear that you were lookin out to take me home And I hear that you can handle it and you're not scared Have you heard about the pictures on my bedroom wall?... Baby nothin else has ever been as hard as love Well it makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry But it's all worthwhile It makes you humble and it makes you crawl It makes you tremble and it makes you fall But it's all worthwhile It makes you desperate and it makes you dream It makes you dangerous and it makes you scream But it's all worthwhile Just lie back and smile....... (They will continue to love you even though the rest of the world hates you...) It makes you hungry and it makes you high It makes you suffer and it makes you cry It makes you panic and it makes you vain It makes you primitive.....Sick inside It makes you angry it makes you blind It makes you guilty and it makes you lie Tied up and beaten Spat out and eaten Suicidal NOTHIN'S EVER BEEN AS HARD Well I hear that you were looking out to change my faith You can bash me with your book of words, Hammer me down! But you know that love can be as hard as six inch nails Baby nothing else has ever been as hard as love Hard as love Hard as love |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
It all begins with the bright light
The bright light and the noise The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire Touching and being touched A million loose ends to tie up Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock The colours stand still And then they move around Comin' in and out of focus, upside down Empty winter trees How space feels Love of the soft...........flowers and the sky One fine day The chaos subsides Bleeds into awareness And a lifetime of surprise The beauty of your mothers eyes The pain when you fall You drink it in and marvel at it all But you never really figure it out You get used to it. The babble of the family And the dumb TV Roar of the traffic and the thunder of jets Chemicals in the water Drugs in the food The heat of the kitchen and the beat of the system The attitude of authority The laws and the rules Hit me square in the face, first morning at school The heroes and the zeroes The first love of my life When to kiss and to kick and to keep your head down when they're choosing the sides I was never any good at it I was terrified most of the time I never got over it I got used to it. Alone in the city at seventeen With the hollow, the lonely, The drowning and the drowned I was made to feel worthless The wretched and the mean Beat me up like a weapon I can't run away from or find a way round Holdin on...... The greed and the missiles Exploding somewhere every day Hideous dark secrets under the sea and in holes in the ground The cold war's gone Those bastards'll find us another one They're here to protect you, don't you know? So get used to it Get used to it! The clash of religions The loaded prayers Information The face of starvation and the state of the nation The sense that it's useless And the fear to try Not believing the leaders, the media that feeds us Living with the big lie You get used to it Get used to it! It's OK!......I got used to it |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Today! I saw music in the sky
I drove towards it in my car And I turned left and I turned right But I could never lose the light That shines towards tomorrow night Who can say what it means? What goes on in between And what gets in between It's just somethin' Between you and me Between you and me Between you and me It's as sweet as can be. Today! I saw music in the sky It sang around me. I went blind. Like a masterpiece in a disguise Couldn't stop it pulling at my eyes Who can say what it means What goes on in between And what gets in between Ice and fire Between you and me Between you and me Sweet as can be Between you and me Monday.. Tuesday.. Blow a fuse day Fix it in the usual way Meet me at the church and we'll get in a state Stay up late and I'll wake up feeling like A kid swingin' on heavens gate With no God to complain Or point the finger of blame We'll get it all down on video 8 You comin' out to play? Could be quite a day... And I sang that pretty tune An open airy song And my heart looped the loop Well I could do no wrong. Who can say what it means? What goes on in between Who can say what you see And what gets in between you and me Between you and me Sweet as can be Between you and me |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of a the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where mary dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of liverpool Bound for the north of ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right? When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night? With the plough and the stars alight? What will you do? With the wire and the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing never again. |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (Live) [live] (2003)
Did you ever fall in love Did you ever fall in love Did you ever fall in love Did you ever dream of falling If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill We are alone in the world We must do what we feel we should We are told what is right Need hurts within us We can see sense We can feel what feels right And so often All these things are not at all the same They're not at all the same If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill Did you ever dream of running And find you couldn't move Did you ever dream of running Running scared Ankle deep in glue With the monster after you And it's catching up Monsters catching up And it's catchin' up and you're going nowhere And you're slowin' up And you can't wake up And it's catchin' up and you're going nowhere wake up wake up You're falling.. If my heart were a ball It would roll uphill Did you ever see a shadow Cast against your bedroom wall Crooked shadow in the lamplight Ten feet tall Did you ever dream of falling And find you couldn't move Did you give up. And discover that you haven't given up Did you ever dream of falling Did you ever fall in love hard ball dream love now roll fall clown stain truth space time race give black white all one church state god fast as I could cry laugh hide feel no clouds will to win sweet seed you me hard ball dream love now roll fall clown stain truth space time never do that, never do that will to win, will to win, n |
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