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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
A hundred night of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses I feel it change And stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gathering In the finer parts of town They seem attracted to my indifference The irony just knocks me out And I love them as if I love them And they reciprocate with help But I look up at these mirrors sometimes And I can't see myself They say that some are born to burn And some are born to give They say that some people live and learn Some people only live and live You don't know that I come here If you did you would know why So we close our eyes You didn't notice me As i passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess Lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money on me |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
A hundred night of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses I feel it change And stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gathering In the finer parts of town They seem attracted to my indifference The irony just knocks me out And I love them as if I love them And they reciprocate with help But I look up at these mirrors sometimes And I can't see myself They say that some are born to burn And some are born to give They say that some people live and learn Some people only live and live You don't know that I come here If you did you would know why So we close our eyes You didn't notice me As i passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess Lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money on me |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
A hundred night of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses I feel it change And stay the same As each day passes They invite me to their gathering In the finer parts of town They seem attracted to my indifference The irony just knocks me out And I love them as if I love them And they reciprocate with help But I look up at these mirrors sometimes And I can't see myself They say that some are born to burn And some are born to give They say that some people live and learn Some people only live and live You don't know that I come here If you did you would know why So we close our eyes You didn't notice me As i passed you on the stairs How could you ever guess Lookin' at my face How closely I share your taste How well I know your place Even the clothes you wear I've seen them when you're not there You say that you can win win win If you know how to play the game But while you're out there playing you see There's something you should know She spends your money She spends your money on me |
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from Marillion - This Strange Engine (Reissue) (1997)
Staring down from this high window
At the faces in the line Cold from hours of waiting How many people can you love? When you're black and blue with bruises From collisions on the road The friction grind of travelling This is the never ending show All over the world in eighty days Head in a blur of information What kind of a man could live this way I do what I can I do okay But right now All I want to do Is get real If that's all right with you Woke up last night under the mountains Driving from Zurich to Milan I lay there listening to the echoes Thinking of Iceland and Japan So many miles, so many faces And my home so far away I lose some of me in all these places And I can't help the way I'm changed All over the world in eighty days Memories turn like magazine pages What kind of a man could live this way I do what I can But I can't escape it Right now All I want to do Is get real If that's all right with you Right now All I want to do Somehow Be myself with you All over the world in eighty days Alcohol haze of information What kind of a man could live this way As long as I have And stay the same Right now All I want to do Is get real If that's all right with you Right now All I want to do Get real If that's all right with you For just one night with you If that's all right with you Get real Get real right now Somehow |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
I've got a photograph, I took a picture of you. I took your picture in front of my favourite view. You play the part so well, You look so sure and free. No one could ever tell that you belong to me And 'cos you lie so well, I've got to pin you down. Under lock and key, So you will always be in my.. In my.. My collection. If you can't speak, you can't lie. If you can't run, you can't hide. I know a place you can't die, So no one lives inside.. My collection. I want to capture you. I want to immortalise, The way you play with your hair, The way you flash your eyes. I taste the air you breath. I taste the food you eat. I keep your nails and hair, And some of the clothes you wear. If you can't speak, you can't lie. If you can't run, you can't hide. And if you're dead, you can't die, So no one lives inside.. My collection. I've got some photographs, I'd like to show them to you. Though you don't know the girls, You'll recognise the view. |
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from Marillion - Radiation (1999)
Can you make it your own
Can you take it by the throat Make your own luck, learn the skills Get in early for the kill It carries on Pick up the weapon Marry it, give it your name Define yourself by it Take it down 'the disco Trigger happy, pulling power Lady killer, take 'em out See the weirdos on the hill Come to get you if you stand still It carries on Somewhere in history you were wronged Teach your children to bang the drum Tell all your family, tell all your friends Teach your brothers to avenge It carries on Or you could love You could love Lie down in the flowers In the blue of the air Open your eyes Why use up your life for anything else? No need to fight for what everyone has What do you need? It's already there It's already there You could love So he carried the stars in his pocket Drank the sunrise till he was drunk He embraced the angels They swam like little minnows in his blood Ghosts in his eyes Out walking beside him Laughing like children in his mind They chanted his mantra together You could love They were happy |
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from Marillion - marillion.com (1999)
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)
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 - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Drive the road to your surrender
Time comes around... out of my hands Small boats on the beach at the dead of night Come and go before first light Leave me running in the wheel King of the world How do you feel? What is there to feel? So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? Been in pain for so long I can't even say what hurts anymore I will leave you alone I will deny I will leave you to bleed I will leave you with your life So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? All your spirit rack abuses Come to haunt you back by day All your Byzantine excuses Given time, given you away Don't be surprised when daylight comes To find that memory prick your thumbs You'll tell them where we run to hide I'm already dead It's a matter of time So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight How do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight Day-Glo Jesus on the dash Chalk marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
afraid of sunlight
Drive the road to your surrender Time comes around, out of my hands Small boats on the beach at dead of night Come and go before first light Leave me running in the wheel King of the world How do you feel? What is there to feel? So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? Been in pain for so long I can't even say what hurts anymore I will leave you alone I will deny I will leave you to bleed I will leave you with your life So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? All your spirit rack abuses Come back to haunt you day by day All your byzantine excuses Given time, give you away Don't be surprised when daylight comes To find that memory prick your thumbs You'll tell them where we run to hide I'm already dead, it's a matter of time It's a matter of time... So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? How do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Tell me girl why you and me Scared of Sunlight? How do we now come to be Afraid... Dayglo Jesus on the dash Chalk marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head So how we now come to be...? |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
Drive the road to your surrender
Time comes around... out of my hands Small boats on the beach at the dead of night Come and go before first light Leave me running in the wheel King of the world How do you feel? What is there to feel? So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? Been in pain for so long I can't even say what hurts anymore I will leave you alone I will deny I will leave you to bleed I will leave you with your life So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? All your spirit rack abuses Come to haunt you back by day All your Byzantine excuses Given time, given you away Don't be surprised when daylight comes To find that memory prick your thumbs You'll tell them where we run to hide I'm already dead It's a matter of time So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight How do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight Day-Glo Jesus on the dash Chalk marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
Drive the road to your surrender
Time comes around... out of my hands Small boats on the beach at the dead of night Come and go before first light Leave me running in the wheel King of the world How do you feel? What is there to feel? So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? Been in pain for so long I can't even say what hurts anymore I will leave you alone I will deny I will leave you to bleed I will leave you with your life So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight? Tell me girl why you and me Scared of sunlight? All your spirit rack abuses Come to haunt you back by day All your Byzantine excuses Given time, given you away Don't be surprised when daylight comes To find that memory prick your thumbs You'll tell them where we run to hide I'm already dead It's a matter of time So how do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight How do we now come to be Afraid of sunlight Day-Glo Jesus on the dash Chalk marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
afraid of sunrise
Dressed in black, no turning back We blanked out on the Great White Way Fingers in desire's crack We'd bridge and tunnel into day Abandoned to the salt of skin Abandoned to the highway Sand running in the hourglass Heat of leather and mirages So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Dayglo Jesus on the dash Scorch marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head Don't lose your head Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Agave flower Sleeps beside me Drivin' on Nevada's burnin' Phoenix rising Drivin' on Into sunrise Dayglo Jesus on the dash Scorch marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid Afraid of Sunlight |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
Dressed in black, no turning back
We blanked out on the Great White Way Fingers in desire's crack We'd bridge and tunnel into day Abandoned to the salt of skin Abandoned to the highway Sand running in the hourglass Heat of leather and mirages So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Dayglo Jesus on the dash Scorch marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head Don't lose your head Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight Agave flower Sleeps beside me Drivin' on Nevada's burnin' Phoenix rising Drivin' on Into sunrise Dayglo Jesus on the dash Scorch marks on the road ahead Friendly fire in hostile waters Keep the faith, don't lose your head Don't lose your head So how do we now come to be Afraid of Sunlight So how do we now come to be Afraid Afraid of Sunlight |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
There's a line on her jeans
That a ballpoint made >From a careless mistake That she can't wash away There's a heart on her sleeve >From a spill of red wine There's a piece of green in blue of her eyes She named it after me There's a stray dog she feeds That she found in the street And he loves her to hold him But he won't let her keep him And he claws at the door To be let out at night And she makes do without him and she worries about him She named him after me So if you ever decide That you have to escape And you travel the world And you can't find a place You could wind up believing That paradise Is nothing more than a feeling That goes on in your mind So if you ever find out what it is There's something you could do Cause if I ever hold that golden dream I want to tell you I'm gonna name it after you |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
There's a line on her jeans That a ballpoint made >From a careless mistake That she can't wash away There's a heart on her sleeve >From a spill of red wine There's a piece of green in blue of her eyes She named it after me There's a stray dog she feeds That she found in the street And he loves her to hold him But he won't let her keep him And he claws at the door To be let out at night And she makes do without him and she worries about him She named him after me So if you ever decide That you have to escape And you travel the world And you can't find a place You could wind up believing That paradise Is nothing more than a feeling That goes on in your mind So if you ever find out what it is There's something you could do Cause if I ever hold that golden dream I want to tell you I'm gonna name it after you |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
See those people there? They look after me
This is a photograph of who I might be Man in a uniform...bride on his arm Mum always was a fool for money and charm He's been talkin' in his sleep again Sayin' he's sorry, callin' my name Sayin' how he's so ashamed.... Alone again in the lap of luxury Since it happened I had nothin' to say It used to bother them but now it's O.K Mother cleans his dreadful house every day Scrubbing at the stains that won't go away They sent me away to the school on the park They said it would be good for me I still hear the other kids cry in the dark Alone again in the lap of luxury Is there no escape I don't remember the last time I cried I don't remember much except lies See the little girl spirallin' down This is a photograph of who she is now "One day this will all be yours" he said Tidy up your room and straight to bed Tidy up those thoughts in your head Alone again in the lap of luxury I could be anywhere right now If I only had the nerve to leave this house Maybe somewhere by the sea...... Take me somewhere, anywhere please!!! We could make a pillow of sand and sleep We could roll We could make We could see We could scream Far Father Farthest Oh daddy... You do not do anymore..... For God's sake don't pretend to be concerned.... Turn into nightmares in the end Throw a party for all my friends Alone again in the lap of luxury. i) Now Wash Your Hands You give up hope You settle down With your favorite soap.... Now wash your hands |
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from Marillion - This Strange Engine (Reissue) (1997)
Lyrics: Helmer/Hogarth
Music: Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas I was taught from much too young To never give myself away Yes I was taught for every secret There's a price you have to pay An accident of gender An accident of birth That holds me to this point of view This time and place on earth This time and place on earth You ask me how I'm feeling I only wish you knew How hard it is for me to share Share those kind of things with you It's not that I don't love you It's just I can't connect 'Cause I was taught from much too young To shine and not reflect I'm an accidental man You ask me if I'm happy I only wish I knew 'Cause happiness is not something That I ever learned to do It's not that I'm complaining It's all the same to me If everything that happens, happens accidentally I'm an accidental man I was taught for every secret There's a price you have to pay I was taught from much too young To never give myself away I was born to worthy causes I was born to take the reins I was taught from much too young To never give myself away An accident of gender An accident of birth That holds me to this point of view This time and place on earth So try and understand If I don't say all I can A stranger to myself I am An accidental man I'm an accident I'm an accidental man |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Marillion Singles Box Set (2000)
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 - Marillion Singles Box Set (2000)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend |
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from Marillion - Clutching At Straws (1999)
I went to Morisson's grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me To the steps inside of me And what would you do if I got down on my knees to you What would you do if I lied to your face Could you still hold your dreams Could you live with your silent face So what would you do would you walk right through me Would you stand in the way like the others before Get in the way Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day Tell me the truth save a prayer for me I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long Eternal romantic victory failed on Beaujolais day I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador Through the jitterbug steps of the night before Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango Heading away to the inner wrangle Do we cry for a cell Do we need for a cell What would you do would you cry for me Could you set off ... could we go gently Blame it away Do you really want to head for the open door Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me Just an absent friend and a misery Laying awake do we stay right there 'Till Beaujolais day On Beaujolais day So what would you do would you lie to me Would you sit right back in a victory Would you play for me Could you die for me So what would you do would you walk right through me Heading away saying it's just another victory This is Beaujolais day |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
beautiful
Everybody knows we live in a world Where they give bad names to beautiful things Everybody knows we live in a world Where we don't give beautiful things a second glance Heaven only knows we live in a world Where what we call beautiful is just something on sale People laughing behind their hands As the fragile and the sensitive are given no chance And the leaves turn from red to brown To be trodden down, to be trodden down And the leaves turn from red to brown Fall to the ground, fall to the ground We don't have to live in a world Where we give bad names to beautiful things We should live in a beautiful world We should give beautiful a second chance And the leaves fall red to brown To be trodden down, trodden down And the leaves turn green to red to brown Fall to the ground and get kicked around You strong enough to be Have you the faith to be Sane enough to be Honest enough to stay Don't have to be the same Don't have to be this way C'mon and sign your name You wild enough to remain beautiful? Beautiful And the leaves turn from red to brown To be trodden down, trodden down And the leaves fall green to red to brown Fall to the ground, but we can turn it around You strong enough to be Why don't you stand up and say Give yourself a break They'll laugh at you anyway So why don't you stand up and be beautiful Black white red gold and brown We're stuck in this world Nowhere to go Turn it around... |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
Everybody knows that we live in a world where they give bad names to beautiful things
Everybody knows that we live in a world where we don't give beautiful things a second glance Heaven only knows that we live in a world where what we call beautiful is just something on sale And the leaves turn from red to brown To be trodden down To be trodden down And the leaves turn from red to brown Fall to the ground Fall to the ground We don't have to live in a world where we give bad names to beautiful things We should live in a beautiful world We should give beautiful a second glance And the leaves fall from red to brown To be trodden down Trodden down And the leaves turn green to red to brown Fall to the ground And get kicked around You strong enough to be.. Have you the courage to be.. Have you the faith to be.. Honest enough to say.. Don't have to be the same.. Don't have to be this way C'mon and sign your name You wild enough to remain beautiful? Beautiful All the leaves turn from red to brown To be trodden down Trodden down And we fall green to red to brown Fall to the ground To be kicked around You strong enough to be.. Why don't you stand up and say Give yourself a break They laugh at you anyway So why don't you stand up and be Beautiful. |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze And the shadows of men she has known fill her day She's held half the world in her arms so they say But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars The mascara'd blonde from the berliner bar Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze Black leather crackles an cold water runs As she touches the walls of her memory maze Someone got stranded in No-Man's land Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands Nobody knows who's side he was on It's a risk that you take in No-Man's land Nobody knows what made him decide To run for freedom and to certain suicide When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads Come in from your ditches in you silent fields Where intensified light from a rifle sight Makes the darkness day And the day too bright And we wake up without you We wake up without you With a hole in our hearts You mad dog shaven head bottle boy Freaks In martens & khaki drunk on sake You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn Terrified sunken eyed withered and drawn The Butcher, the Baker, the Munitions Maker, The Over-Achiever, the Armistice Breaker, The Free-Base Instructor, the Lightning-Conductor The Psycho, the Sailor, the Tanker, the Tailor The Black-Market Mailer The Quick and the Dead The Spotlight Dancer The Quick and the Dead [JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Anoraknophobia (2001)
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 (2002)
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)
Today! I saw music in the sky
I drove towards it in my car And I turned left and I turned right But I could never lose the light That shines towards tomorrow night Who can say what it means? What goes on in between And what gets in between It's just somethin' Between you and me Between you and me Between you and me It's as sweet as can be. Today! I saw music in the sky It sang around me. I went blind. Like a masterpiece in a disguise Couldn't stop it pulling at my eyes Who can say what it means What goes on in between And what gets in between Ice and fire Between you and me Between you and me Sweet as can be Between you and me Monday.. Tuesday.. Blow a fuse day Fix it in the usual way Meet me at the church and we'll get in a state Stay up late and I'll wake up feeling like A kid swingin' on heavens gate With no God to complain Or point the finger of blame We'll get it all down on video 8 You comin' out to play? Could be quite a day... And I sang that pretty tune An open airy song And my heart looped the loop Well I could do no wrong. Who can say what it means? What goes on in between Who can say what you see And what gets in between you and me Between you and me Sweet as can be Between you and me |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
If you were a baby I would take you and run
I could hide you in the folds of my heart There's a truth in the madness I can't get beyond And a fever that won't leave me alone I don't want my heart Don't want my head Don't want my friends Don't want my bed I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you I will stare from the window At the shapes in the rain As the space between us Drives me insane I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I want no one else If I was a child I would refuse to leave I would sit down on the street Kick my legs and scream I'm not much of a man But I know how I am I know this won't fade away I will pretend and be strong But I wonder where I belong And the feeling comes in waves Hole in my body, aching Like a heart dying Or a soul crying Exhausted and insecure I took all you have and I still want more And so I reach out to hold you But all I do is hurt you I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you If I was a child I would take you and run And I say I don't know, but I know And I say I'll let go But I don't let go You just spent the whole day Driving away |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
boyond you
If you were a baby I would take you and run I could hide you in the folds of my heart There's a truth in the madness I can't get beyond And a fever that won't leave me alone I don't want my heart Don't want my head Don't want my friends Don't want my bed I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you I will stare from the window At the shapes in the rain As the space between us Drives me insane I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I want no one else If I was a child I would refuse to leave I would sit down on the street Kick my legs and scream I'm not much of a man But I know how I am I know this won't fade away I will pretend and be strong But I wonder where I belong And the feeling comes in waves Hole in my body, aching Like a heart dying Or a soul crying Exhausted and insecure I took all you have and I still want more And so I reach out to hold you But all I do is hurt you I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you If I was a child I would take you and run And I say I don't know, but I know And I say I'll let go But I don't let go You just spent the whole day Driving away... |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
If you were a baby I would take you and run
I could hide you in the folds of my heart There's a truth in the madness I can't get beyond And a fever that won't leave me alone I don't want my heart Don't want my head Don't want my friends Don't want my bed I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you I will stare from the window At the shapes in the rain As the space between us Drives me insane I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I want no one else If I was a child I would refuse to leave I would sit down on the street Kick my legs and scream I'm not much of a man But I know how I am I know this won't fade away I will pretend and be strong But I wonder where I belong And the feeling comes in waves Hole in my body, aching Like a heart dying Or a soul crying Exhausted and insecure I took all you have and I still want more And so I reach out to hold you But all I do is hurt you I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you If I was a child I would take you and run And I say I don't know, but I know And I say I'll let go But I don't let go You just spent the whole day Driving away |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
If you were a baby I would take you and run
I could hide you in the folds of my heart There's a truth in the madness I can't get beyond And a fever that won't leave me alone I don't want my heart Don't want my head Don't want my friends Don't want my bed I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you I will stare from the window At the shapes in the rain As the space between us Drives me insane I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I want no one else If I was a child I would refuse to leave I would sit down on the street Kick my legs and scream I'm not much of a man But I know how I am I know this won't fade away I will pretend and be strong But I wonder where I belong And the feeling comes in waves Hole in my body, aching Like a heart dying Or a soul crying Exhausted and insecure I took all you have and I still want more And so I reach out to hold you But all I do is hurt you I can't live with myself I can't live with myself Can't take no help I try to want to But I can't get beyond you If I was a child I would take you and run And I say I don't know, but I know And I say I'll let go But I don't let go You just spent the whole day Driving away |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
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)
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 - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
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)
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable A lonely piece of action from another town I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts Just a runaway, just a runaway I'm saving myself II. Passing Strangers Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights Cold moan, held on the crest of the night I'm too tired to fight. So now we're passing strangers, at single tables Still trying to get over Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers All those passing strangers And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper III. Mylo Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down And we sat and cried on the phone I never felt so alone He was the first of our own Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity Some of us go down in a haze of publicity The price of infamy, the edge of insanity Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone 'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories." So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor Inviting me to a casual obscenity. IV. Perimeter Walk It would be incredible if we could Retrace all the times that we lived here All the collisions Wasted, I've never been so wasted I've never been this far out before Perimeter walk There's a presence here I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical There's a presence A child, my child My childhood, a misplaced childhood Give it back to me, give it back to me A childhood, that childhood Oh please give it back to me. V. Threshold I saw a war widow in a launderette Washing the memories from her husband's clothes She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns Trying to pick up a war They're going to even the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on factories Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways Does anybody care, I can't take any more! Should we say goodbye? I see priests, politicians? Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags I see children pleading with outstretched hands Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam I can't take any more, should we say goodbye How can we justify? They call us civilized |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene She was paralysed in a street light She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm. Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your I can hear your I can hear you heart hear your heart I hear your heart |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene She was paralysed in a street light She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm. Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your I can hear your I can hear you heart hear your heart I hear your heart |
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from Marillion - Radiation (1999)
The quiet sadness of the people of the North
Echoes silently around the cold grey places Ecstasies undared Tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened Brave faces Well dressed ordered minds on suicide's edge Reflected in the rain-skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey [Blue grey] And further South, and homeless Here I am Globally altered and dishevelled Oh darling, I've done it all An antithesis of sorts And yet bound together and hopelessly in love With the inevitable loss And the end How can we run from ourselves? |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
What a brave, brave girl
Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know.... What a brave brave girl Never loved before Placed herself in reach.... So he tried....in his own way To find the heart of the tight-packed rose She's gone now But oh She aches He will search until he's found A way to take the days See her sadness in your face She's inside you And she's crying |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
What a brave, brave girl
Never lied before Such a plain deceit Everyone would eventually know.... What a brave brave girl Never loved before Placed herself in reach.... So he tried....in his own way To find the heart of the tight-packed rose She's gone now But oh She aches He will search until he's found A way to take the days See her sadness in your face She's inside you And she's crying |
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from Marillion - Brave (1994)
Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist Roar of traffic and the crack of police radios When they ask her name Would she please explain She simply chooses to say........ nothing |
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from Marillion - Brave (2003)
Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below Dawn light bouncing through the mist Roar of traffic and the crack of police radios When they ask her name Would she please explain She simply chooses to say........ nothing |
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from Marillion - marillion.com (1999)
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)
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 - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
cannibal surt babe
Well she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend And I really tried my best to get across to her But nothing she would say could be defended Well her birthday suit it was her only present When I looked into her eyes - no history And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant But she laughed a snake eye laugh and walked away from me And I watched her as she walked across the coalsI watched her as she walked across the coals Singing: I was born in Nineteen sixty weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for the perfect microwave So I did my best to try and get across her I said: "One day every pebble hits the beach" And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend But she was too far out there to be reached To be reached She was too far She was singing: I was born in Nineteen sixty weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for the perfect microwave And the sun came up over the mountain And the waves rolled in across the bay And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children together in paradise Lie down my dear... you're going to enjoy this" She looked like she'd had sex With a tyrannosaurus rex Singing: I was born in Nineteen sixty weird, old man I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard Are you still looking for that perfect microwave Perfect microwave |
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from Marillion - Afraid Of Sunlight (1995)
Cannibal Surf Babe
Let's meet up And get beat up Well, she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend And I really tried my best to get across to her But nothing she would say could be defended Well, her birthday suit it was her only present When I looked into her eyes - no history And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant But she laughed a snake-eye laugh and walked away from me And I watched her as she walked across the coals I watched her as she walked across the coals She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird And I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? So I really tried my best to get across to her I said, "One day every pebble hits the beach" And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend But she was too far out there to be reached She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? And the sun came up over the mountain And the waves rolled in from across the bay And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest And she said, "Well! We're all just heaven's beautiful children together in Paradise "Lie down, my dear, you're going to enjoy this." She looked like she'd had sex With a tyrannosaurus rex She was singing: I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? I was born in nineteen-sixty-weird Mister Wilson, I'm your nightmare surfer babe, old man Mister Wilson, where's your sandbox and your beard? Are you still looking for the perfect microwave? And I watched her as she walked across the coals And I watched her as she walked across the coals |
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from Marillion - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
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 - Afraid of Sunlight (1999)
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)
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 - Radiation (1999)
Curl up tight into a ball
Curl my body against the soil Staring up here At the cathedral wall I will sleep tonight Be a baby Forget it all Be a baby Watch the quiet stones Massive friend Cathedral wall I will sleep tonight A mother to the living A mother to the dead Silent as the moonlight I come to lay my head And I won't know you Anymore The peckish evening rolls once more Into the ravenous night Of hunger pains That keep our troubled souls awake We are forbidden to explain A mother to the living A mother to the dead My ghost will drink the moonlight Magic stones My heart and bones And I won't know you Anymore She's cold She knows me Cathedral wall She's cold She shows I borrow Keep away Keep you away my love, my love And pray I might sleep tonight The violence of my heartbeat The violence of the blood I will sleep with the cathedral And, one day, you'll give up And I will love you But I won't know you Anymore My frenzied and exhausted mind Will somehow find a way To leave you for a time Condemned to lieing And lying awake [These chains are all your own...] |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Yeah!
Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my escape on the midnight train Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you - Charting the single Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to Cologne All night hotel Liebling make your mark Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home? Get a pizza the action when I Romeo again Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade Wedding rings, I know when Venice time, Venice time To chart the single, to chart the single Charting the single, charting the single The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey Before the blond hairs turn to grey I like to train, express myself in the universal language Ego on my face in the nicest possible way It's absolutely the nicest possible way Charting the single I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game Charting the single It's a solo performance on a one way street You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet Charting, charting, charting, charting the single |
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from Marillion - Marillion Singles Box Set (2000)
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)
Yeah!
Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel Gonna make my escape on the midnight train Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you - Charting the single Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to Cologne All night hotel Liebling make your mark Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home? Get a pizza the action when I Romeo again Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade Wedding rings, I know when Venice time, Venice time To chart the single, to chart the single Charting the single, charting the single The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey Before the blond hairs turn to grey I like to train, express myself in the universal language Ego on my face in the nicest possible way It's absolutely the nicest possible way Charting the single I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game Charting the single It's a solo performance on a one way street You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet Charting, charting, charting, charting the single |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear (1997)
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - The Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra) (2003)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - Marillion Singles Box Set (2000)
And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, for a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, to find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, and you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - Marillion Singles Box Set (2000)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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from Marillion - 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 - Radiation (1999)
The hole in the ozone layer is alright by me
'Makes England warmer in the summer Them tropical guys had it too good too long High time they learned to sing another song And anyway, what's wrong with the odd melanoma If it get's us all out of the coma. |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours and shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween-white She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark Like the girl overtaking in the open car Pain and heaven Pain and heaven |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours and shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween-white She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark Like the girl overtaking in the open car Pain and heaven Pain and heaven |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours and shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween-white She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark Like the girl overtaking in the open car Pain and heaven Pain and heaven |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face Dangerous lines Dangerous colours and shapes Ferocious designs Connected and ready to play Buttoned up tight Crimson and Halloween-white She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors Pain and heaven Pain and heaven The meaning of life A hair falls out of place Cover my eyes Dangerous colours and shapes And when she moves Cover my eyes She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark Like the girl overtaking in the open car Pain and heaven Pain and heaven |
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from Marillion - marillion.com (1999)
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)
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 - Holidays In Eden (1998)
In all the time that I've known you
You've been so edgy and nervous I never wanted to own you I was aware of the danger Of making a bid for your favours You're such a natural stranger I made excuses and ran You're an island But I can't leave you all out at sea You're so violent with your silence You're an island I can't sleep Won't you speak to me I'm on dry land Won't you help me please In all the time that I've known you There has been something between us I don't hink it's my imagination I felt like I couldn't touch you But I had the feeling you'd love to Tell me the truth if you could do I made excuses and ran |
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from Marillion - Holidays In Eden (1998)
In all the time that I've known you
You've been so edgy and nervous I never wanted to own you I was aware of the danger Of making a bid for your favours You're such a natural stranger I made excuses and ran You're an island But I can't leave you all out at sea You're so violent with your silence You're an island I can't sleep Won't you speak to me I'm on dry land Won't you help me please In all the time that I've known you There has been something between us I don't hink it's my imagination I felt like I couldn't touch you But I had the feeling you'd love to Tell me the truth if you could do I made excuses and ran |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (1989)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the Green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tatered necklace of hedge and trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your Heart? Will you set things right When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night With the Plough and the Stars alight? What will you do? With the wire & the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing 'Never again' [STEVE HOGARTH |
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from Marillion - Anorak In The Uk (2002)
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)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of a the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where mary dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of liverpool Bound for the north of ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right? When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night? With the plough and the stars alight? What will you do? With the wire and the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing never again. |
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from Marillion - Seasons End (2003)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of a the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where mary dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of liverpool Bound for the north of ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your heart? Will you set things right? When you tear them apart? Will you sleep at night? With the plough and the stars alight? What will you do? With the wire and the gun? That'll set things right When it's said and done? Will you sleep at night? Is there so much love to hide? Forgive Forget Sing never again. |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - Real To Reel (2003)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - Fugazi (1998)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary Prowl my dreams Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence To don the robes of Torquemada, resurrect the inquisition In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions Looking in shades of green through shades of blue I trust you trust in me to mistrust you Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum And accusations moths that circle on the light Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace Dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night Looking in shades of green through shades of blue Looking in shades of green through shades of blue |
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from Marillion - marillion.com (1999)
[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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