Three boats down from the candy
Vacant deck chairs on a floodlit beach
Three boats down from the candy
Rollers coast invade the deepest sleep
Three boats down from the candy
Carnal dancer let their senses preach
It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer
Don't think crying wolf will give you the answer
You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss
But can't you just play for experience?
I'm a poet, I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I'm a minstrel
I don't need your chains
Romance lies in ruin, let debauchery reign, let it rain
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe the sweat from your thighs
Don't crawl to me with sentiment
My laughter drowns your cries
You're a memory trapped on Polaroid
A puppet drawn on celluloid
So drink the wine, confess your sin
Just flotsam in a silent void
Three boats down from the candy
I'll remember you
Three boats down from the candy
Much to much to lose
Three boats down from the candy
Those words were never true
Three boats down from the candy
I'll remember you
As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bear
And your C.S. Lewis books
Bad seed
You're a bad seed
You're a decadent in chrysalis
Waiting sleepily to emerge
When you'll visit every seedy need
Of your random obsessive urge
All the ruses that you use
All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
All the poisoned attitudes
And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own
Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
Every rainy day by e-mail
As you lie there on your bed
Another virtual page arrives
There will be times when you remember me
Of the chapters you'll be writing
As the voices echo in your head
In the book called wasted lives
As you read Henry and Anais
All the lost weekends and booze
All the finger-and-thumb screws
All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus
Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
Use the anger
Paint a picture of it
Throw the colours
Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion
As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper
Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldn't feel like this
But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain
Tattooed in that private place
Microsoft and tears
Intimately pierced
Discovering and remembering
You felt like this somewhere before
Stirrin' up the bed of the river
Somewhere you don't like to go
You wrote this down so many times
But you get up anyway and you write it down again
You've bored us all to death with this
Well who you gonna tell
When you've nothing left to sell
She says she's lonely
She says she knows me
But she's a one-way street
She told me what I already know
";If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it
It's already broken";
Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
So many empty conversations
What a waste of lips
Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill
Look down upon the city
A heart pumping the roads
In our racing stripes
We rejoice at being ";connected";
Without touching
Thank god for the internet
We stare at our screens
All our lives
What a waste of eyes
'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care
Left to rust and go nowhere
All this gold beneath my skin
Sparklin' like sin somewhere within
In so deep
In so deep that
I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus
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
People laughing behind their hands while 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 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
She took my hand and said ";Let's go together";
";You and me against the world";
And so we stuck it out through still and stormy weather
And so we tumbled down the years
I took her hand and said ";Let's go together";
Just you and me against the world
Let's go together
Stay together
We'll tumble down the years
And we'll come to find the key behind it all
We never stopped to see if we were still in step
We never checked each other's eyes
To see who lived in there behind them
And down the years we disappeared
Let's go together
Say no together
We'll tumble down the years
Let's try together
Let's lie together
We'll tumble down the years
And though we never found the key behind it all
I think we came to know the meaning of the fall
Let's go together
We said ";forever";
You and me against the world
Hold on together
And damn the river
We'll tumble down the years
We'll tumble down the years
We'll tumble down the years
[Instrumental]
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer)
The alarm by the bed
Wring the dreams from my head
It's a new day
Leave the flakes in the bowl
Milk unopened, I'm gone
But I'm still late...
Join the fight for a cab
Take our place in the jam
And watch the clock again
There is a man in my head
I think he came from the screen...
Or the bible
All he wants is for me is to be strong
But I seem to be unreliable
You know it gets so hard
When everything you are
Is everything you don't want to be
But at the end of the day
You're the one who burns it all away
The end of the day
You're the one
You're the one
The end of the day
So won't you show me those pictures, you hold in your head
And can you lose me somewhere inside them all
Because there are colours that run through the heart of me
That only you can see
But at the end of the day
You're the one who burns it all away
The end of the day
You're the one
You're the one
The end of the day
You're the one who burns it all away
You burn it all away
Would you burn it all away
Would you burn it all away
I think I have become one of the hollow men
As I shine on the outside more these days
I can feel the outside feeding on my inside
Leaves a growing darkness in its place
I think I have become one of the hollow men
I think I have become one of the lonely
Now that everybody talks to me
I feel I have become one of the empty
Hollow men can stop you with the twinkling of an eye
Hollow men can take you without even reaching out
Hollow men have got you long before you realise
The poison paralyses
I think I have become one of a pair of men
It's a feeling I've been having for some time
I look down upon myself and watch my movements
A blind eye sees the fragile vandalised
Watch this cold world dishing up these endless hollow men
Find us anywhere you look
Come and meet our friends
Stand us in our silly clothes
Put our batteries in
Line us up like fairground ducks
Watch us grin and grin
See the lies behind our eyes..
See the will to win
We'll buy you and we'll sell you
But perhaps we'll save your skin....
Sit quietly and listen to the breeze...
The hollow and the lonely listen too
Sniff the air for something we can use
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer)
Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below
Dawn light bouncing through the mist
The roar of traffic and the crack of police radios
When they ask her name
Would she please explain
She simply chooses to say ... nothing
You sound truly heartbroken
You can do it. You're a pro
Agony from every pore. And such control
The orchestra swoops and the drum samples roll
You hold the high scream into the key change for the outro
It's another number one
And that's exactly where you're comin' from
But can you play me a song
For the deliberate loser
Like an Olympic ice skater you've put in the hours
Learned the routines and the high scoring loops
And even before you sing the sweet opening line
You're know that you're scorin at least 5.9
Here come the flowers
I saw them gathered all around you
Hangin' on your every word
You were telling them you're masterplan
World Domination
... any way you can
Don't you ever wonder if this will to win is a weakness?
Don't you ever wonder...
Reality is something that you rise above
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run
The fearful fall foul of fate as often as the reckless
You don't need money to be rich anyhow
Spending yourself is what it's all about
No tears
No lies
No pain
No doubt
No darkness
No confusion
No loneliness, despair
No more, no more
It's all illusion
If you have made mistakes
There's always another chance for you
You can start over again at any moment
Any little time you choose
Talk about failure
To fall is not to fail
Failure isn't about falling down
Failure is staying down
Energy makes energy anyhow
Spend yourself and get rich right now
No tears
No lies
No pain
No doubt
No darkness
No confusion
No loneliness, despair
No way, no how
It's all illusion
Reality is something that you rise above
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are
There's always another chance for you
You can start over again
Start over again
Over again
Any little time you choose
Get rich right now
Track 1 from _Misplaced Childhood_
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding.
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears.
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words,
Cruel joke, cruel joke.
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes.
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind,
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scorned,
A refugee, refugee.
I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory of water?
'Wonder if a king still fishes there
His back towards the burned out air
His laughing catches singing loud
The memory of water
Your taste is blood and ecstasy
But I must drink you all alone
You're freckled like a speckled egg
A dove? but this bird has flown
O stay with me sweet memory
O stay with me..
Wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
As pain flows through me like champagne
(Traditional, Arrangement by Steve Rothery, Mark Kelly, Pete Trawavas, Michael Pointer & Fish)
For me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Moira Anderson, eat your heart out!
You-ou--
You'll take the high road an' I'll take the low road, an' I'll be in Scotland before you
For me and my true-love we'll never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
You'll take the acid an' I'll take the dope, an' I'll be stoned before you
For me an' my true-love, the drink waters' well on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm
An' row an' row all for Mhairi's wedding
Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm an' row an' row all for Mhairi's wedding
I said you, you, you, you'll take the high road
I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road
On the lead guitar, from Yorkshire Mr. Stephen Rothery!
I said you, you, you, you take the high road
I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road
On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from Aylesbury Mr. Peter Trawavas!
I said you, you, you, you take the high road
I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road
On the keyboards, From Dublin Mr. Mark Kelly!
I said you, you--, you'll take the high road
I said I'll, I'll--, I'll take the low road
On drums, per-cus-si-on, Mr. Michael ";E.T."; Pointer!
And a very big round of applause, for yourself, one audience tonight
It takes two!
On vocals, and percussion Fish! ...
A dream fulfilled!
Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret
I said you take the high road
An' I'll take the low road
An' I'll be in Scotland before you
For me and my true-love we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret
The balcony: Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma Margaret
Say yer Scottish: Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret
I said you'll take the high road
An' I'll take the low road
An' I'll be in Scotland before you
For me and my true-love we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond!
Banks of Loch Lomond!
Sweet Margaret
Sweet Margaret
Sweet Ma- Ma- Ma- Ma- Margaret!
Thank you Edinburgh, good night, we shall de-fi-nite-ly return
I have been here many times before
In a life I used to live
But I never saw these streets so fresh
Washed with morning rain
Like the whole world has been made again
I have seen this face a thousand times
Every morning of my life
But I never saw these eyes so clear
Free of doubt and pain
Like the whole world has been made again
I have been here many times before
In a life I used to live.....
And it's all because you made me see
What is false and what is true
Like the inside and the outside of me
Is being made again by you
Like a bright new morning
Like a bright new day
I woke up from a deep sleep
I woke up from a bad dream
To a bright new morning
To a bright new world......
(Steve Hogarth, Steve Rothery, Mark Kelly, Pete Trewavas, Ian Mosley)
Something is coming out of the rain
Magic, It's happening again
Like the last time
I don't know how it happens
But I know what to do
Comin' up from the ground
I think it's you
I will walk on the water
You sent me the red sun and the purple sky
Cirrus clouds and grins
Atoms of roses
The power to do anything
In the chaos of colours
And the fluttering of wings
You carry me up
And I'm free again
Don't let anyone tell you
This is impossible
What we have here is bigger than fear
I will walk on water
Don't let anyone tell you
This is impossible
Hold on to me
Believe what you see
I will walk on water
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
Even if the good old days were good
Even if the old days were golden days
The past is a terrible place to live
Misguided missiles, skin creams and cars
Loaded with dreams, pretty faces I'm loaded with stories
I'm loaded with dreams
Loaded with ambition
I'm loaded with live ammunitions
Saving up for Linda, saving up for Pam
Saving up for Naomi, I can therefore I am
Savin' up for Mary, savin' up for Jane
1000 pieces all over the room
Let's do it again
Icon therefore I am
Loaded with dreams, loaded with life
I only wish you knew
How hard it is for me to spare
This kind of thing with you
And if you sense a smokesceen here
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
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
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 and she knows peace. 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
Hotel hobbies paddin' dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checkin' out the hookers in the bar
Slug like fingers trace the star spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took it's bow
The tell tale tockin' of the last cigarette
Markin' time in the packet as the whiskey sweat
Lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed
And a familiar cravin' is crawlin' in his head
And the only sign of life is the tickin' of the pen
Introducin' characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratchin' out the lines
A fever of confession a catalog of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour?
Do you hide in happy hour?
The pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tuggin' at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention
When the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear
I was out in the cold of a North London street
A cog in the hurrying world
Above the walls and the gate police
I caught a glimpse of a holloway girl
She was reachin' out of a window
From a space just a few inches wide
'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside
One day, freedom will unlock your door
So hold on, believe on
Be who you were before
One day, freedom will unlock your door
I know how hard it can be to wait
For proof you were right all along
Self-destruction is easy for you
We know what you're capable of
But like a needle in a haystack
The truth gets so disguised
In a kingdom built on madness and on lies
One day, freedom will unlock your door
So hold on, believe on
Be who you were before
In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright
So hold on, hold on
It's gonna be all right
Hold on
You're lookin' up at a mountain
Between you and the outside
But there isn't a mountain in this whole world
Hasn't been climbed
One day, freedom will unlock your door
So hold on, believe on
Be who you were before
In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright
So hold on, hold on
It's gonna be all right
One day, freedom
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wallSinging psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowlYou've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your headYou should have listen to the priest at theConfession when he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe knows, you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mindChilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blindYou've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your headWhen your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffenedYou were walking with the dead
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you knowBut he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... Slash wrists, scarlet feverCrawl under your bedroom doorPumping arteries ooze their problemsThrough the gap that the razor toreYou've got venom in your stomachYou've got poison in your headYou should have listened to your analyst'sQuestions when you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe knows, you know, but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panesYou learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chainYou've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your headYou should have stayed at home and talkedWith father listen to the lies he fed
Midnight sun bids Mars farewell
Retreats from charging dusk
Mountain's echo curfew's bells
Signal ending tasks.
They place their faith in oaken doors
cower in candle light.
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors
As Grendel stalks the night.
As the walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres.
The shapeless songs no longer heals the fear
Within their eyes
their eyes...
Wooden figures - pagan gods -
Stare blindly across the sea.
Appeal for help from ocean fogs
For saviours born of dreams.
They know their lives are forfeit now
Priestly heads they bow in shame.
They cannot face the trembling crowd
That flinch in Grendel's name.
As Grendel leaves his mossy home
Beneath the stagnant air
Along the forest path he roams
To Hrothgar's Hall so fair.
He knows that victory is secure
His jaw will testify.
His claws will drip with martial blood
As moonbeams of the sky.
Silken membranes span his path
Fingerprints
Elegy
Denizens of twilight lands
Humbly beg him through.
Mother nature's bastard child
Slunned by leaf and stream
An Alien in an alien land
Seeks solace within dreams
The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue
Maligen with marking hawk.
Beguiling Queen her innocence
Offends his icy heart.
... in silence
bewitched by the reptile's spell.
Sulphurous essence
peroads round the grassy dell.
Heroes awaits him
like lamb to the butcher's knife.
Stellular heavents
ignore even children's cries.
Screams are his music
lightning his guide.
Wrapped in the darkness
death by his side.
Chants rise in terror
free round the oaken beams.
Flickering firelights
portraying the grisly scene.
Warriors advance
prepared for the nightmare foe.
Kids are the sacrifices
even their hearts must know.
Heroes illusions
with feet in the grave.
Lurker at the threshold
he cares not for the brave
He cares not for the brave
'So you thought that your bolts and locks would keep me out.
You should have known better after all this time.
You're gonna pay in blood for all you vicious slander.
With your ugly pale skins and your nutrid blue eyes.
What you're gonna feel pity
when you kill your own
you feel
no shame
God's of my's sure I'm gonna take no blame.
I'm gonna take no blame
I'M gonna take no blame.
So you say you believe in all of your Mother natere's laws.
You last your goal with your sharpened knifes
You when you're all together and your enemies left for rest.
You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your
pagan gods.
Then you try to place the killer's blame in my hands
You call for justice
distort the truth
Well
I've had enough of all you pretty
pretty speeches
Receive your punishment...
Let the blood flow
[Instrumental]
(orchestral)
Track 5 of _Misplaced Childhood_
I) Wide Boy
Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian.
Wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian.
Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian.
These hearts of Lothian.
It's six o'clock in the tower blocks,
The stalagmites of culture shock, (culture shock)
And the trippers of the light fantastic, bowdown, hoedown
Spray their pheremones on this perfume uniform.
And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile.
And they're waiting on the Slyboys, flyboys, wideboys.
Rooting, tooting Cowboys, lucky little ladies at the watering holes.
They'll score the Friday night goals.
I was born, with a heart of Lothian.
I was born, with a heart of Lothian.
I was born, with a heart of Lothian.
With a heart of Lothian.
II) Curtain Call
And the man from the magazine,
wants another shot of you all curled up.
'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot.
But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot.
How did I get here anyway?
Do we really need a playback of the show?
'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes,
watering holes, watering holes.
Let's go.
Track 7 of _Fugazi_ ---
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell,
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell,
Provoking the heartache to renew the license.
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule,
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience.
Wrappped in the christening shard of a hangover,
baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real...
Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race,
scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth.
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition,
The albatross courtship marrytime tradition.)
Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion,
aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation.
(But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart,
she hung herself around my neck.)
>From the Time-Life guardians in their conscience bubbles,
safe and dry in my sea of troubles.
Nine to Fives, with suitable ties,
While I'm cast adrift as their sideshow, (sideshow),
peepshow, (peepshow), stereo hero,
becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real...
The thief of Bagdad hides in Islington now,
praying deportation for his sacred cow.
A legacy of romance from a twilight world,
the dowry of a relative mystery girl.
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union,
a mistress of release from a magazine's thighs.
This magdalene contracts more than favours,
the feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat.
A son of the swastika of 45,' parading a peroxide standard.
Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred.
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges.
This is Brixton chess,
A knight for embankments - folds his newspaper castle,
a creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin,
He'll fade with old soldiers - in the grease stained roll call,
linger with the heartburn of good friday's last supper.
Son watches father scan obituary columns,
in search of absent school friends.
While his generation digests high-fiber ignorance,
cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows.
Decriminalized genocide, provided door to door Belsens.
Pandora's box of holocausts,
gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens,
Waiting, wait..waiting the season of the button,
the penultimate migration,
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably,
for the terminally insane ... insane
Do do do do do do you realize,
Do do do do do do you realize,
Do do do do do do you realize,
This world is totally fugazi!
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries,
where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries,
where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries,
where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.
Credits of _Fugazi_ ----
FISH:
VOICE
STEVE ROTHERY:
GUITARS
YAMAHA SG2000, GIBSON LES PAUL STANDARD, ROLAND GR300/505
GUITAR SYNTH,
FENDER STRATOCASTER, OVATION ACOUSTIC, ROLAND JC 120 COMBO,
MESA BOOGIE, ROLAND 501 CHORUS/ECHO, BO
SS EFFECTS PEDALS
MARK KELLY:
KEYBOARDS
BOSENDORFER GRAND PIANO, PPG WAVE 2.2, ROLAND JUPITER 8,
MINIMOOG,
EMULATOR, YAMAHA DX7, YAMAHA GS1, KORG CX3, CHURCH ORGAN
(RECORDED AT
ANGEL STUDIOS LONDON)
PETE TRAWAVAS:
BASS
ARIA AND FENDER BASSES, T
RACE ELLIOTT AND PEAVEY AMPLIFICATION
IAN MOSLEY:
DRUMS
YAMAHA DRUMS, ZILDJIAN CYMBALS, SIMMONS DRUMS
BACKING VOCAL ON 'INCUBUS': LINDA PYKE. RECORDED NOV-DEC 1983, JAN-FEB
1984.
MANOR STUDIO, SARM EAST, EEL PIE, AND MAISON ROUGE STUDIO.
MUSIC BY MARILLION, LYRICS BY FISH. PRODUCED BY NICK TAUBER.
RECORDED AND
MIXED BY SIMON HANHART. ASSISTANT ENGINEERS: [SARM EAST AND MAISON
ROUGE: DAVE
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Turn your life upside down
Take a car into town
Wait until the world's asleep
And tear it up and never stop again
Take a train to the sea
Stay up all night .and be
It only takes a fraction of a second
To turn your life upside down
Take a train to the sea
Be anyone you want to be
A little spark of light inside your mind
Safe and sound off the ground upside down
Her green plastic watering can for Her fake Chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth.
that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans
to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyrene man who just
crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but GRAVITY always
wins and it wears him out.
She Looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love.
But I Can't Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And RUN.
and it wears me out.
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face
Dangerous lines
Dangerous colours & 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's like the girl on the T.V. 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
Pain and heaven
Pain and heaven
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face
Dangerous lines
Dangerous colours & shapes
Ferocious designs
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
instrumental
There'll come a time when all of this is over
Something else will grow and take it's place
The brand new car: scrap metal in a junkyard
The children playing will grow up and leave home
Put it away this dream you can't stop dreaming
Put it away this anger and desire
The open road is infinitely hopeful
Take all those memories and throw them in the fire
And don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself anymore
There's old man on a warm and sunny island
No job, no money, just a smile to call his own
Know what he says?. "The past will only haunt you.
Live for today. Each day's an open door
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself anymore?
Nothing to lose is nothing to fight over
The shining stars!
They've seen it all before.
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself anymore
Dust keeps coming. Rust keeps coming.
Weeds keep growing. Seeds keep growing
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
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer)
I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor
In the sunken bones of a broken ship
On the shadow line where whispers creep
To the world above from the world beneath
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge
Of that murky world for an iron bell
That dragged me down to the ocean bed
And rang to mark where my shadow fell
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed
And a silent grave of silver sand
Rolled in the sway of an iron bell
I've heard it said when they go to sea
On stormy nights you can hear her moan
She tolls for the mourning of her own death
And echoes here on the village stones
On the waves of silver I dreamed of gold
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
==I. Vocal Under A Bloodlight==
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 ladles 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?
Black 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?
A LEGACY
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
There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a
holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog-saw them reflected in the mirror of
the lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant,
dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river holding the hands of his
mother,
and the wax paperbag of yesterdays bread
And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes
In his faraway eyes
The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats
An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of God
Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses invisible
Running as fast as I could run
Send to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering: "You're the only one"
And ever since I was a boy
I never felt that I belonged
Like everything they did to me
Was an experiment to see
How I would cope with the illusion
In which direction would I jump
Would I do it all the same
As the actors in the game
Or would I spit it back at them
And not get caught up in their rules
And live according to my own
And not be used
To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line
The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Daddy came out the navy and took us away to his dirty gray home town
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service so that he could be
around
There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust of his triumph motor
bike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight
From the horizon..
To buried alive
Took his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes.
And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine of a half remembered
afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come
Came down out of the sky.
Stung him in the face. Again and again. Blue pain.
Screaming like baptism
Intraveinous, Jesus!. Like being chosen.
Blue pain from something with no brain. I can't explain
It's happening again.
Oh mummy, daddy, will you sit a while with me
Oh mummy, daddy, will you jog my memory. Tell me
Tall tales of Montego Bay, Table mountain, Flying fish, Banana spiders, Pots
of paint
And the sun on the equator
Setting like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to black.
But coming back..
Tomorrow on the horizon
The blue pain
Fades to a point where it doesn't fade
It stayed..
Blue
Stirred his red coat heart to his strange engine
This love
This love
This inconvenient, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle I don't understand
That knows no faith
And tries and fails
And tries again
Stares at the sea
The night's dark deep
For one last time
And bleeds And bleeds
And dies for you.
And lies
And is to blame.
And is ashamed.
And is not the same.
Track 8 of _Season's End_
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me'
You've got a problem that you can't see
But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true
I see the girl's go a hook in you
You carry on believing
That you can take or leave it
Now who are you deceiving
Cause when it's own up time
She's in the back of you mind
She's got her hooks in you
You said you'd never let it happen again
You spend your money and you're deeper in
Your fairweather friends call two by two
To let you know what's wrong with you
But now your heartbeat's thumpin'
You watch you nerve ends jumpin'
Well I can tell yo somethin'
When it's own up time
You're gonna toe the line
She's got her hooks in you
She's got her hooks in me too.
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: John Helmer)
I'm the man of a thousand faces
A little piece of me in every part I take
I hold the tape for a thousand races
A different point of view in every speech I make
Cut me a piece of my divided soul
Cry me a river, call it rock and roll
Speak to a leader with the voice of command
And when I talk to God I know he¡¯ll understand
I speak to machines with the voice of humanity
I'll Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
I¡¯m the man of a thousand faces
A little piece of me in every part I take
I hold the tape for a thousand races
A different point of view in every speech I make
Cut me a piece of my divided soul
Cry me a river, call it rock and roll
Give me an attitude and watch me make it lie
Pass me a microphone
I need to testify
Well I speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Speak to the present in the past and future tense
Speak to a slave with the voice of obedience
I¡¯m the man of a thousand ages
You see my face in the stones of the Parthenon
You hear my song in the babble of Babylon
I¡¯m the man of a thousand riches
Be my guest at the feast of Satyricon
You spend the money that my logo¡¯s printed on
Well I'll speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Speak to the present in the past and future tense
Speak to a slave with the voice of obedience
I stole a fire but it burned up much too soon
I took a leap and I landed on the moon
Look at my life and it looks like CNN
You see something once y¡¯know it¡¯s gonna come around again
Well I¡¯ll speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Speak to a woman with the fatal charm of a snake
Forgive like a giver and account for all I take
Yes, I Speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Speak like a leader with the voice of power and command
And when I talk to God I know he¡¯ll understand
Cause I¡¯m the man of a thousand faces
Yes I¡¯m the man of a thousand faces
I stole a fire but it burned up too much too soon
I took a leap and I landed on the moon..
Voice of command
Voice of a snake
Voice of humanity
Voice of insanity
Voice of command
Voice of a snake
Voice of humanity
Voice of insanity
Voice of command
Voice of obedience
Thousand faces
Thousand races
Cry me a river
Face in the stars
Stones in the Parthenon
Babble of Babylon
Voice of command
Voice of a snake
Voice of humanity
Voice of insanity
Thousand faces
Thousand races
Cry me a river
Steal a fire
Face in the stars
Stones in the Parthenon
Babble of Babylon
Landed on the moon
* Italic lyrics are from the extended version
When we were young we used to say
Things would be different
One fine day
The walls would crumble
Nations sing as one
We live in hope, 'cause so far
It hasn't come
Listenin' to the pouring rain
Waiting for the world to change
Beginning to wonder if we'll wait in vain
For one fine day
Oh, how years change the things for which we strive
A better world.. or just a quiet life
What seemed so simple Is still so far away
Don't hold you breath waitin For one fine day
Listenin' to the pouring rain
Waiting for the world to change
Beginning to wonder if we'll wait in vain
For one fine day
Life is strange
It can seem you're high and dry
Turn around
You find there's nothing in this world you recognise
Did we fall asleep babe?
Dreaming that dream babe?
Listenin' to the pouring rain...
Did we fall asleep babe?
I've been feeling kind of down and loose
Like a Rosicrucian pope
Head down deep in the womb of time
Carrying a message of hope
My hands steady as a hangman's hands
Surer than the hangman's rope I could sleep for invisible years
Carrying a message of hope
For the future
For the future
Carrying a message
Carrying a message
Carrying a message
Message of hope
I found a power on a dusty shelf
Hey!-the languages I learned..
Now I'm so powerful
I hurt myself
I hurt myself
I feel kind of limbie brain
Like the library of an astronaut
Found hidden in a pyramid
Shadowing a body of thought
Carrying a message
Message of hope
Madam I'm Adam, I'm a palindrome
Never odd or even any time
Fishin and smilin like a garden gnome
Twisting tales and spinning lines
Spinning lines
Twisting tales
Why don't we twist like we did last year?
Carrying, carrying a message
Feeling you shake
Feel your heart break
Thinking If only If only If only If only
And the salt water runs
Through your veins and your bones
Telling you no not this way, not this way, not this way
And you would give anything
Give up everything
Offer your life blood away
For yesterday
No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And no one dies
They just move to the other side
When we're gone..
Watch the world simply carry on
We live on laughing and in no pain
We'll stay and be happy
With those who have loved us today
Finding the answer It's a human obsession
But you might as well talk to the stones and the trees and the sea
Cause nobody knows
And so few can see
There's only beauty and caring and truth beyond darkness
No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And we won't understand your grief
Because time is illusion
As this watery world spins around
This timeless sun
Will dry your eyes
And calm your mind
No one leaves you
When you live in their heart and mind
And no one dies
They just move to the other side
Watch the world simply carry on
It's okay, we will stay and be happy
Stay and be happy
With those who have loved us today
I was flicking through the channels on the T.V.
On a Sundoy in Milwaukee in the rain.
Trying to piece together conversations
Trying to find out where to lay the blame.
But when it comes right down to it
there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it
there's no one here that's left to blame.
Blame it on me
you can blame it on me
we're just sugar mice in the rain.
I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme.
To the jukebox crying in the corner
while the waitress is counting out the time.
For when it gets right down
to it there's no use trying to pretend
. . .
'Cause I know what I feel
know what I want
I know what I am
Daddy took a raincheck.
'Cause I know what I want
know what I feel and I know what I need
Daddy took a raincheck
your daddy took a raincheck.
Ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me
Blame it on me
blame it on me.
Well
the toughest thing
that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions
I knew that you were all alone.
Can't you understand that the government left me out of work
I just couldn't stand the looks
on the faces saying what a jerk.
So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels
clutching at straws and nursing our scars.
Blame it on me
blame it on me
sugar mice in the rain
Your daddy took a raincheck
Track 3 of _Fugazi_ ---
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge,
Intelocked through a missing piece.
We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs,
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework.
We are Siamese children related by the heart,
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation,
Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips.
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye.
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why.
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
The problems always seem to be, we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
This is the ricochet...
Drowning Tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships,
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real.
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies,
Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes.
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce,
Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone.
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye.
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why.
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
The problems always seem to be, we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
This is the ricochet...
Are we trigger happy, happy, happy?
Russian roulette in the waiting room,
Empty chambers embracing the end.
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon,
Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes.
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries,
We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons,
You must have known that I was planning, considering an escape.
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye.
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why.
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
And the problems always seem to be,
we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
This is the ricochet,
I'll be seeing you again on the ricochet,
Will you show me the pieces next time on the ricochet, (ricochet)
I'll be seeing you again on the ricochet,
Track 3 of _Season's End_
You may not recall the moment that you asked me
But your invitation was clear
You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far too late
Now I'm here
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the one who loves you best
I'm the Thirteenth at the Table
I'm the Uninvited Guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm you fifteen stone first-footer
I'm the Uninvited Guest
I was there when you said insincere I love you's
to a woman who wasn't your wife
And I fronted you the money that you ran away and blew
On the biggest regret of your life.
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the one who loves you best
I'm the Thirteenth at the Table
I'm the Uninvited Guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your New Year's resolution
I'm the Uninvited Guest
I'm the Face you hoped you'd never see
But always knew you would
I'm the on thing you knew you shouldn't do
But did because you could
I'm the evil in your bloodstream
I'm the rash upon your skin
And you made a big mistake alright
The day you let me in
And you could fly to the other side of the world
You know you'd only find
I've reserved the seat behind you
We could talk about old times
Track 9 of _Season's End_
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling towards something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing his car in Amsterdam
He did it without knowing
Didn't feel a thing
Just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars
Is something that you know
A billion miles of darkness
Left you feeling low
Everything about you
So perfectly restrained
But everything inside you
Bites you
Everybody in the whole of the world
Feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole of the whole of the whole of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer)
A ragged man came shuffling through
A puppet king on the 4th of June
And butterflies from all around
Settled on his paper crown
A pretty sight it seemed to be
An avenue of eternal peace
But he said, ";What is here can soon burn down...";
";I'm the king of sunset town";
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
";That's the law round here";
Said the king of sunset town
And in the night he comes to me
And the square becomes a battlefield
Of staring eyes that can't explain
The insanity and the greater game
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
";That's the law round here";
Said the king of sunset town
";That's the law round here";
A ragged man came shuffling through
The corridors of this white place
And as he lay his body down
I saw the scars that lined his face
And injured souls came to his bed
To hear the stories he would tell
Of butterflies and summertimes
And everyone assembled here
Remembers how it used to be
Before the 27th came
This place will never be the same
He said
";I'm the king of sunset town";
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
";That's the law round here";
";That's the law round here";
Said the king of sunset town
";I'm the king of sunset town";
Track 2 of _Season's End_
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'
Track 6 of _Season's End_
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
Armalite, street lights, nightsights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper fighter
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, kill you
for a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores,
boys baptised in wars.
Morphine, chill stream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags
Your friend has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sloop
The wounds that burn so deep.
Your mother sits on the edge of the world
when the cameras start to roll
Panoramic viewpoints ressurect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer he's one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a saracen's hull
from the safety of his living room chair -
Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons, Forgotten Sons.
And so I patrol the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless
faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
in their guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children, order them not
into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass
against you, for whose is the kingdom and the power and the
glory, forever and ever Amen - Halt who goes there, death,
approach friend
You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
Where the children's stoney glances mourn your death
in a terrorist's smile.
The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves,
Alleys sing with shrapnel dance in a temporary hell
Forgotten Sons
From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash,
but remember Monday's signings when from door to door you dash,
On the news a nation mourns your unknown soldier count the cost,
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Forgotten Sons
Forgotten Sons
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Track 4 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play,
social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers,
edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber,
time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still
waters.
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again.
Apertifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass
Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer.
Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why not and should they oughta
Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
may I be so bold as to suggest Othello.
Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say
Beagling on the downs Oh please come they say
Rugger is the tops a game for men they say.
Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash, posers pose pressmen flash.
Smiles polluted with false charm, locking onto Royal arms,
Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds
Track 5 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
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'll 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 soliliquies at the risk of startk 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
Fragrance aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose.
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they'll really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it`s just another Chelsea Monday.
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
In the after-silence
Fighting leaves behind
I try to think it over
But my mind's gone blind
I lost the right to argue
Somewhere down the line
I had to tell
She told me to
Go to Hell
And here I am
In the gaping hole
Home truths tear in a home
Married to this hurting
I know it's all my fault
Who can tell
Looks like we have
A house to sell
Now she'll never know
What anyone could tell her
Now she'll never know
What anyone can see
Now she won't believe me
Ever again, completely
Now I hang around
Feet back on the ground
I just can't stand
I just can't stand
Now she'll never know
What anyone could tell her
Now she'll never know
What anyone can see
Now she won't believe me
Ever again, completely
Now she'll never know
Or ever dream
How much she means to me.
Track 6 of _Misplaced Childhood_
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity.
Funeral hearses court the death in virginity,
Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed
And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves.
So when you think it's time to go,
when you think it's time to go,
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show.
And the patter merchants selling false impressions,
Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions,
Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms
They're lying on every word and every arm
They're turning down their noses to the best lines
And the cheap wines.
And the wideboys,
They wear their lovebites for their crimes.
So when you think it's time to go,
when you think it's time to go,
Track 7 of _Misplaced Childhood_
A love song with no validity.
Pretend you never meant that much to me.
Numb, a vallium child, bored by meaningless collisions.
A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice.
A mirror cracked along the white lines.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
Ashes are burning, burning.
Ashes are burning, burning.
A lifestyle with no simplicities.
But I'm not asking for your sympathies.
Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us.
A lord of the backstage, a creature of language,
I'm so far out and I'm too far in.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
I just wanted you to be the first one.
Bridges are burning, burning.
Bridges are burning, burning.
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
(Mark Ashton, Graham Stansfield, David Kaffinetti, Stephen Gould)
Now when you climb into your bed tonight
And when you lock and bolt the door
Just think about those out in the cold and dark
'Cause there's not enough love to go 'round
No there's not enough love to go 'round
And sympathy is what we need my friends
And sympathy is what we need
And sympathy is what we need my friends
'Cause there's not enough love to go 'round
No there's not enough love to go 'round
Now half the world hates the other half
And half the world has all the food
And half the world lies down and quietly starves
'Cause there's not enough love to go 'round
No there's not enough love to go 'round
No there's not enough love to go 'round
No there's not enough love to go 'round
And sympathy is what we need my friends
And sympathy is what we need
And sympathy is what we need my friends
'Cause there's not enough love to go 'round
No there's not enough love
No there's not enough love to go 'round
There's a hot hard hurt
Burnin' under her skin
And it pricks her like thorns
And it's needles and pins
And it twists in her body
And I know what it is
And I'm paying in pain
But it's the cost of the high
Till the weight of the secret
And the weight of the lie
Makes my heart want to bust
Feel the ache as time goes by
Getting better and worse
Getting better and worse
And there's a screw that I tighten
As I dream of the kiss
And it twists and it cuts me
And y'know what it is?
It's a fragment of love
From a splintering heart
And it tears her apart
But not as much as this
So you save up your tears
For the moments alone
Till the splinters you gather
Leave you glass-hard and numb
And the same sun is shining
On the old and the young
On the saints and the sinners
On the weak and the strong
And there's a burning and freezing
And a cross for a kiss
So she learns to stop dreaming
And you know how it is
With these fragments of love
And this splintering heart
With the fragments
And this splintering heart
(Fish / Marillion)
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen
Punch and Judy, Judy
Found our nest, in the Daily Express
Met the vicar in a holy vest
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Brought up the children Church of E
Now I vegetate with a colour TV
Worst ever thing that ever happened to me
Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
Oh Judy
Whatever happened to pillow fights
Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights
Whatever happened to lover's lane
Whatever happened to passion games
Sunday walks in the pouring rain
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Curling tongs, mogadons, ";I got a headache baby, don't take so long";
Single beds, middle age dread
Losing the war in the Waistlands spread
Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube
Who forgot to flush the loo
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy
Whatever happened to morning smiles
Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes
Whatever happened to hard fast drives
Complements on unnatural size
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Propping up a bar, family car
Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk
Punch and Judy, Judy
World war three, suburbanshee
Just slip her these pills and I'll be free.
No more Judy
Judy, Judy no more!
Goodbye Judy!
-- "A Collection" -- from the single "No One Can"
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.
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
(Derek Dick, Steve Rothery, Mark Kelly, Pete Trewavas, Ian Mosley)
At that time of the night
When streetlights throw crosses through window frames
Paranoia roams where the shadows reign
Oh, at that time of the night
At that time of the night
Your senses tangled in some new perfume
Criticism triggers of a loaded room
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me
How do I fell inside
I could honestly tell you
We've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me
Have some free time some day
With all good intention
I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw
At that time of the night
When questions rally in an open mind
Summon all your answers with an ice cube chime
At that time of the night
At that time of the night
Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone
Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me
Where do I go from here
My next destination
Even isn't really that clear
So if you join me
And get on your knees and prey
I'll show you salvation
We'll take the alternative way
Clutching the short straw
If I had enough money
I'd buy a round for that boy over-there
A companion in my madness in the mirror
The one with the silvery hair
And if some kind soul
Could please pick up my tab
And while they're at it
If they could pick up my broken heart
Warm wet circles...
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
My friend, my friend, my friend, 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 hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm Trance?
Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing
Listen to the blade
Feel the blade
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut in calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation, bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor, plagiarize assassin's fervor
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction
My friend, your friend the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
Let bitter silence infect your wound
I am the assassin
I am the assassin
I am the assassin
Assassin
You are 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 the 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
Within the voice, within the voice, within the voice
{And what do you call assassins
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave
Heading for the permanent holiday
Heading for the winter trip
Heading for the slide
Heading for the dignified walk away
Heading for the open road
Goodbye to all that
Heading for the automatic overload
Standing in the open boat
Standing in the swing
Waiting for the ringing and the bright light
Waiting to be recognised
Quiet applause will do
They shower you with flowers when they bury you
You're holding on, you're holding on ...
I. The Last of You
Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you
You come here scratchin' at my door
Your pain and anger's in the howling dark
Of every corridor I walk
So tell me more about the love that you rejected
Tell me more about the trust you disrespected
I still don't know, why did you hurt the very one
Why did you hurt the very one
That you should have protected?
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave
Heading for the permanent holiday
Heading for the high cloud-nine
Heaven number seven
Heading for the long goodbye
Uncurl the fingers that hold
Summon the strength to let go
Out of the tired world
Out of the upset
Into the sunset
Track 2 from _Misplaced Childhood_
Do you remember, chalk hearts melting on a playground wall?
Do you remember, dawn escaped from moonwashed college halls?
Do you remember, the cherry blossom in the market square?
Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart.
So sorry I never meant to break your heart.
But you broke mine.
Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry.
Kayleigh could we get it together again.
I can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end.
Kayleigh I never thought I'd miss you,
and Kayleigh I'd hoped that we'd always be friends.
We said our love would last forever,
so how did it come to this bitter end.
Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember, loving on the floor in Belsize Park
Do you remember, dancing in stilletos in the snow
Do you remember, you never understood I had to go.
By the way, didn't I break your heart ?
Please excuse me I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart,
But you broke mine.
Kayleigh, I just want to say I'm sorry,
but Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone.
To find you've found another lover to patch up our broken home.
Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song,
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone.
Maybe it'll prove that we were right
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But there's one place left to go before the taxi home
After all you've made your marks
One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor
The next night you're Marilyn Monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes
Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go?
Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned
It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe it's for real
Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich
Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
I've got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know you'll never act with me
I know that you're in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina?
You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks
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.
A wise man once said a flower is only
A sexual organ, beauty is cruelty and evolution
A wise man once said that everything
Could be explained with mathematics
He had denied his feminine side
Now where is the wisdom in that?
I came just as fast as I could
Through the dirty air of your neighborhood
Your name on a grain of rice
Hanging around my neck and a head like lead
This is the 21st century, I heard everything they said
The universe demystified, chemicals for God
This is the 21st century
A wise man once wrote that love is only
A primal instinct for reproduction, natural selection
A wise man once said that everything
Could be explained and it's all in the brain
This is the 21st century, I heard everything you said
The universe demystified, astronomy instead
This is the 21st century, can't you get it through your head?
This ain't the way it was meant to be, magic isn't dead
Come to bed, come to bed
Rest your heavy head, my love
And slowly from above she showed
The answer's something that can't be written down
This is the 21st century, flash to crash and burn
But nobody's gonna give you anything for nothing in return
There's a man up in a mirrored building and he just bought the world
Would you want your own kids growing up into what's left of this?
She shook her head, she said
We need to talk
About the way
You've been behaving
We need to talk
About the Christmas lights
In your clothes
We need to talk
About the stranger
In the kitchen
We need to talk
About the scissors
And the silver foil
I thank God
You're so fabulously
Whatever is wrong with you
Whatever is wrong with you
Whatever is wrong with you
Is so right for me
We need to talk
About the wedding cake
And the wet suit
We need to talk
About the policeman
Down the hall
You're truly strange
But it wouldn't do for us
All to be the same
Whatever is wrong with you
Whatever is wrong with you
Whatever is wrong with you
Is so right for me
Everything crashed
His wife left him
He lost all his money
And most of his friends
He lay awake all night
Lonely and desperate
Contemplating starting again
These chains are all your own
These chains are comfortable
Four in the morning
Sat in the kitchen
Keys on the table
Went out for a drive
He didn't know
Where he was going
Didn't know
If he was alive
The dawn was breaking
A new day was rising
Shadows creepin' over the fields
He watched the pink light
Steal across the horizon
He realised
He saw with new eyes
These chains are all your own
These chains are comfortable
This cage was never locked
Born free but scared to be
This cage was made for you
With care and constant attention
This cage is safe and warm
Will you die and never know what it's like
On promenades where drunks propose
To lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause
At the jewelers shop display
Feigning casual silence
In strained romantic interludes
Till they commit themselves
To the muted journey home
And the pool player rests on another cue
Last nights hero picking up his dues
A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
She's staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your hometown
Standing all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the barman wipes away
The warm wet circles, the warm wet circles
I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classrooms shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts
And token proclamations
Rolled from stolen lipsticks
Across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience
With her giggling jealous confidantes
She faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation
That'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus
Kiss adolescence goodbye
In a warm wet circle
Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart
A warm wet circle
Like a bullet hole in central park
A warm wet circle
And I'll always surrender
To the warm wet circles
She nervously undressed
In the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse
Giving it all away before it's too late
She'll let a lovers tongue move in, in a warm wet circle
Giving it all away, showing no shame
She'll take a mother's kiss
On her first broken heart, a warm wet circle
What do you do when your roots
Have dissolved and broken down
And the soil that you grew in when you were small
Has become nothing more than dirt in some dirty town
When you list all the qualities that you despise
And you realize you're describing yourself
And breakin' someone up inside
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories
Dryin' out a conscience, evictin' a nightmare
Openin' the doors for the dreams to come home
We live out lives in private shells
Ignore our senses and fool ourselves
To thinkin' that out there there's someone else cares
Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers
Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible?
Have we lost our balls or do we just not care?
We're terminal cases that keep takin' medicine?
Pretendin' the end isn't quite that near
We make futile gestures, act to the cameras
With our made up faces and PR smiles
And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us
We'll find out after all, we're only men of straw
But everything is still the same
Passin' the time and passin' the blame
We carry on in the same old way
We'll find out we left it too late one day
To say, what we meant to say
Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water
Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of
The feeling you get is similar to somethin' like drownin', hey
Out of your mind, you're out of your depth
You should have taken soundings
Clutchin' at straws
We're clutchin' at straws
We're clutchin' at straws
And if you ever come across us, don't give us your sympathy
You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands
And you'll recognize by the reflection in our eyes
That deep down inside, we're all one and the same
We're clutchin' at straws
We're still drownin'
Clutchin' at straws
We're still drownin', yeah
Clutchin' at straws, we're clutchin' at straws
Still drownin', clutchin' at straws
I'm still drownin'
We're clutchin' at straws
I'm still drownin'
We're clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
We're clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
We're clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
We're clutchin' at straws
I'm still drownin', drownin'
Clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
Clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
Clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
Clutchin' at straws
Still drownin'
At that time of the night
When streetlights throw crosses through window frames
Paranoia roams where the shadows reign
Oh, at that time of the night
At that time of the night
Your senses tangled in some new perfume
Criticism triggers of a loaded room
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me
How do I feel inside
I could honestly tell you
We've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me have some free time some day
With all good intention I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw
At that time of the night
When questions rally in an open mind
Summon all your answers with an ice cubes chime
At that time of the night
At that time of the night
Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone
Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me
Where do I go from here
My next destination even isn't really that clear
So if you join me and get on your knees and prey
I'll show you salvation
We'll take the alternative way
Clutching the short straw
If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over there
A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair
And if some kind soul could please pick up my tab
Sheltering her ego on the edge of the floodlight's arc
She'll contemplate seduction, she'll calculate the catch
When she moved, her presence speared me
When she spoke, her words ensnared me
Watch the lizard, watch the lizard, watch
Watch the lizard with the crimson veil
Distinctly a casual affair
She crucified my heart in the depths of a satin grave
As I lay in sweating monologue, I sensed the love light fade
Within the spiral of the cigarette
You betrayed your bedside etiquette
I saw the lizard touch, I saw the lizard touch
I touched the lizard with the crimson veil
I've seen a different doorway shut a million times before
The smiling she chameleons, the smiling vinyl whores
Distinctly a casual affair
They know what they want
They sing your name and glide between the sheets
I never say no in chemical glow
We'll let our bodies meet
"So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck
Just another fuck?", I said
Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph
Lying on a lizard's bed
So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck
Just another fuck I bled?
Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn
Betrayed on a lizard's bed, on a lizard's bed
Can you feel my skin?
Can you feel my bones?
Can you put my spine
In plaster and take me home?
So unpleasant inside and out
So unpleasant inside and out
If you like I'll tell you about it
You wouldn't want to know
My heads full of water
Tears I never cried
Could you hold me under the shower
In the cold outside?
So unsteady inside and out
So unsteady inside and out
If you like I'll tell you about it
You wouldn't want to be
Separated out
Separated out
Separated out
I need medical attention
Where's my memory gone?
Everything I told you including this
I already forgot
Separated out
From the living stream
The thing that couldn't lie straight
Straight in the machine
So unstable inside and out
Don't know how much longer I'll take it
If you like I'll sell you a ticket
Or you can get in for free
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see?
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see?
Can you feel my skin?
Can you feel my bones?
Can you put my spine
In plaster and take me home?
Can you kiss my face?
Let me know it's there
Can you give it shape?
Can you kinda care?
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see?
Enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough
Enough
They're pointing and laughing
Track 1 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts,
one more experience, one more entry in a diary self penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, Too soon, too far, to go,
too late to play, the game is over.
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, I'm lossing
on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, Too late to restage the play
The game is over.
I act the role in classic style of
a martyr carved with a twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
to write the rites to right my wrongs
an epitaph to a broken dream to
exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow.
I never did write that love song the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection Did I gaze through perfection
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
and examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince
and found your frog, Remember the Jester that showed
you tears, the script for tears.
So I'll hold my peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the siren's
song has gone solo in the game I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me Can you still say you love me
Such a pretty girl
The anger didn't hide it
You shaved your head, pulled a face
Dressed yourself up without grace
It didn't hide a life times damage
It didn't hide a life times fears
Against your better judgement
You put your whole self up for sale
The horror show when you where young
We couldn't wait to hear about it
But even whores
Don't kiss with tongues
Nonetheless I do believe
You cry real tears
Real tears for sale
Real tears for sale
Real tears for sale
Real tears for sale
The wrong side of a lifetime's drinking
It's where it seems I'm coming from
I took my demons by the hand
Bent them, twisted them
Until they scanned and rhymed
And I took your love
And all the hurt inside
Laid it out on the market stall
Agony at a knockdown price
Reduced to clear is what I cry
The wrong side of a lifetime's wishful thinking
Dragged me here to pills and ale
Come and listen
Come and listen to my tale
Come and get it
Real tears for sale
Real tears for sale
Real tears for sale
Real tears for sale
All the hurt
All the secrets
All the damage
All the shame
All the dirty absolutions
All the rage
All the rage
She's older than me
I don't care about them talkin'
Why can't they see
I've got all that i need?
All the pretty young things
Seem suddenly boring
When i look in her eyes
All the world is behind
Every line on her face
Is a place and a memory
When our fingers touch
All the years fall away
Mistakes that she made
Are lessons she carries
And still she's prepared
To tell me she'll stay
She's older than me
She's shown me the heaven
And we're gonna be over the hill
200 Fates entwined inside the plane
We watched as England dropped away from us again
I wasn't waiting
I wasn't sure what I would find
I was prepared to let it happen on its own this time
I had a feeling I was floating into time spent amongst friends
Reintroduced from other strange and wonderful weekends
As the seat belt signs announced the fall
I realised I'd been falling for a while
We'd been falling for some time into Montreal
I saw ice upon the river as the plane came in to land
I heard Joni Mitchell singin' her poems of isolation
The man at immigration said his friends all knew the band
Bizarre to come so far to an outstretched hand and easy conversation
We were welcomed through "arrivals" without the usual transatlantic fuss
And greeted by the fans who led us to the chilly street onto the bus
The snow had hung around on the corners of the vacant lots
And France was singing in the air of High-Rise North America
And as we made our way into the Hotel Hall
The man behind the desk broke a knowing smile and said
"Hello Sir! Welcome back to Montreal"
We hid away for the day in our identical rooms
Like we usually do - another new bed - upside down in our heads
And afternoon was morning and night was afternoon
Only the jet-lagged know the way I sleep tonight
So I skipped home and said "It's me, how are you babe?"
I can't be with you but I can see you on the screen
Technology is wonderful when it isn't in the way
The little one seems older now with every passing day
I hope the vibes are good I'm behaving as I should
Going down to breakfast what time is it now there?
I'll go shopping for shoes or whatever ensues
Je T'aime my darling Je T'aime my darling
See you soon
We were invited to the circus - Guests of honour if you please
By a girl with an Eskimo name
And in the Café of the Cirque 'Soleil
We bought easter eggs from outer space
40 different languages are spoken in this place
And inside the steel-glass building I gazed up to the trapeze
The building 30 metres tall, we watched the acrobat fall
He was quite safe
He was falling into Montreal
Down at the sports bar, the Ice Hockey never ends x2
So up in my room I discovered Leonard Cohen on TV
Live in London, ain't that perfect symmetry?
It warmed the heart to watch him float around the hall
Soaking up, reflecting, radiating
Just as I would tomorrow night on the outstretched tender hands, tender hands, tender hands
Of Montreal
The Fleur de Lis was always kind to me
I'll make the time if ever you should call
The Fleur de Lis was always kind to me
I'll make the time if ever you should call
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen
Punch and Judy, Judy
Found our nest, in the Daily Express
Met the vicar in a holy vest
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Brought up the children Church of E
Now I vegetate with a colour TV
Worst ever thing that ever happened to me
Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E
Oh Judy
Whatever happened to pillow fights
Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights
Whatever happened to lover's lane
Whatever happened to passion games
Sunday walks in the pouring rain
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Punch and Judy
Curling tongs, mogadons, "I got a headache baby, don't take so long"
Single beds, middle age dread
Losing the war in the Waistlands spread
Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube
Who forgot to flush the loo
Leave your sweaty socks outside the door
Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy
Whatever happened to morning smiles
Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles
Whatever happened to twinkling eyes
Whatever happened to hard fast drives
Complements on unnatural size
Punch
Punch
Punch and Judy
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkway
I realize, it's time to plan the day, the day, the day
The day, the day, the day, the day
I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
'Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
The street pulse
Are you following me? Are you following me?
Well, suffer my pretty warriors and follow me
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
The silent chimneys provide the silent steeples
The bulk gates
'Cause I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to the troop
'Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
The street pulse
Are you following me? Are you following me?
Well, suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me
I am your Antichrist
Are you following me?
Show me allegiance
Are you following me?
I am your Antichrist
Are you following me?
Pledge to me defiance
Are you following me?
Suffer my pretty warriors
Are you following me?
Suffer my fallen child
Are you following me?
The time has come to conquer
Are you following me?
And I'll provide your end now
We march
I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco
I'm the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze, c'mon
'Cause I'm a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I'm a market square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
The street pulse
Are you following me? Are you following me?
Well suffer my fallen Angels and follow me
I'm the market square hero
I'm the market square hero
I'm the market square hero
We're market square heroes
Are you following me?
Are you following me?
Are you following me?
Well, I gave up cocaine and I gave up smack
I gave up drinking alcohol and smoking crack
I gave up living on the never never
But I can't give up believing that I'm going to live forever
Well, I gave up computer games, I gave up meat
I gave up watching TV in my favorite seat
I gave up wearing fur and I gave up wearing leather
But I can't give up believing that I'm going to live forever
Give it up, give it up
Don't you know you've got to lose?
The desires you were born with
And your talent to abuse
Give it up, give it up
There's a better life to live
Give it up, give it up
Give it all you've got to give
Well, I gave up sugar and I gave up spice
I gave up everything that feels all right
'Cause I feel that these addictions
Are a chain you have to sever
Tried to trace her in town
Appeal for information on the local news
Someone must have missed her by now
A mother or a father or a friendly face to talk her down
She's heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave
Heading for the permanent holiday
Hold your breath till you feel it begin
Here it comes
Do you feel that? Feel this?
Get used to it
She had the face of the Statue of Liberty
Oh, free me
The fire and ice of Amazon and Eskimo
Take me home
The edge and the glance of high fashion
Ask me about next year
Tell me I'm mad, how should I know?
Tell me I'm mad, I have been here for so long
Help me paint a picture, they say it's a lie
Tell me I'm mad, you're a fine one to decide
Burn me in the fires of wild heaven
Like it never never never would stop
(Tell me I'm mad)
Tell me I'm mad, I imagined that
Was it something I didn't say
Or was it something I said?
Leave that stuff alone, use me instead
I know I'm always fallin' off the edge of the world
I got space in my bed
You've got Egypt in your head, I've got a headful of Troy
Chandeliers, Charlemagne, fireworks, toys
You sleep like a ghost with me, it's as simple as that
So tell me I'm mad, roll me up and breathe me in
Come to my madness, my opium den
Come to my madness, make sense of it again
[Incomprehensible]
Make a drug of my senses
I'll get you out of your head
I'm sick for you
Love wastes us together
Love holds us together
Love folds us together, flowers
I don't know what you're doing here
When there's murder on the street
I appreciate your concern
But don't waste your time on me
I'm ashes on the water now, somewhere far away
You think you came here just in time
But you're twenty years too late
You won't have long to wait
Easy? You said I was easy
Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else?
I'm just checkin' out that I'm not gone under the water
Thrown on the beach like a seal ready for slaughter
Can't you understand that the way things were planned
It never worked out so I would just went crazy
I took to the drink, like something says it's maybe
I ain't got no excuse and that's really the news
Got nothing else to say, that it's my way, it's always my way
I seem to be runnin' away so often
I'll try anything once and that's the way we should be
But it's always the same gettin' caught up again in a habit, a habit
But I just can't shake off the way it always turned out
Can you understand it's the way I choose to be?
Everything seems so easy this way but I'm goin' under fast
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 Libeling 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 blonde hairs turn to gray
Before the blonde hairs turn to gray
I like to train, express myself
In the universal language
Ego on my face in 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
Yeah, charting the single
Yeah, charting the single
Charting, charting, charting
Charting the single
Charting, charting, charting
I'm charting the single
Charting, charting, charting
I'm charting the single
Charting, charting, charting
I'm charting the single
Charting the single
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face
Dangerous lines
Dangerous colors 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
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 colors and shapes
And when she moves
Cover my eyes
She's like the girl on the T.V. 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
Pain and heaven
Pain and heaven
Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face
Dangerous lines
Dangerous colors and shapes
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, first light
Leave me running in the wheel
King of the world
How do you feel
What is there to feel
And how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
Tell me girl, why you and me
Were scared of sunlight
How do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
Tell me girl, why you and me
Were 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
Were scared of sunlight
All your spirit rack abuses
Come to haunt you back by day
All your byzantine excuses
Given time, give you away
So don't be surprised when daylight comes
To find that memory prick your thumbs
You'll tell them where to 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 if you're aware you an' me
Were scared of sunlight
How do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
Tell me if you're aware you an' me
Were 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
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
They boarded up the synagogues uzis on a street corner
You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
The DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say
Surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here
Terror in Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery
Someone else in someone else's pocket
Christ knows I don't know how to stop it
Poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh
I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
The more I see, the more I hear, the more I find fewer answers
I close my mind, I shout it out but you know it's getting harder
To me calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's alright
My ideals, my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons
They're burning down the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
The heralds of the holocaust, uzis on a street corner
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows
This resurrection we can't allow, uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
I sit in the bar sipping iced White Russian
Trying to score but nobody's pushing
And everyone looks at everyone's faces
Searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence
Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
In the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
I know that they would rather be standing here beside me
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home
You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away
It's gonna come back another day
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home
Track 10 of _Misplaced Childhood_
When I hit the streets back in '81
With a heart and a gown and a poet's crown.
I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears,
Wearing at me for all these years.
I saw political intrigue, political lies.
Going to wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from
their eyes
I will wear your white feather,
I will carry your white flag,
I will swear I have no nation,
But I'm proud to own my heart.
I will wear your white feather,
I will carry your white flag,
I will swear I have no nation,
But I'm proud to own my heart.
My heart, My heart,
This is my heart.
We don't need your uniforms,
We have no disguise,
Divided we stand, together we rise.
[All the children, all the children,
Tell your children...]
We will wear your white feathers,
We will carry your white flags,
We will swear we have no nation,
But we're proud to own our hearts.
We will wear your white feather,
We will carry your white flags,
We will swear we have no nation,
But we're proud to own our hearts.
Our hearts,
And if the bottle's no solution
Why does it feel so warm?
And if that girl is no solution
Why did she feel so warm?
And if to feel is no solution
Why do I feel?
Why do I feel so tired?
Why do I feel so broken?
Why do I feel so outside?
Why do I seem so blind?
I'm so sick of feeling
It's ruined my life
If living rough is no solution
Why does it ease my mind?
If looking back is no solution
Why are we all nothing
But children, children inside?
Why do the Gods sit back
And watch so many lost?
What kind of mother
Leaves a child in the traffic
Turning tricks in the dark?
What kind of God?
I crawled around inside myself
It was a long way down
It was a mine and it was mine
And in the darkness I saw
A perfect mirror floating in space
When I meet God
I'm going to ask her
What makes her cry?
What makes her laugh?
Is she just stars and indigo gas?
Does she know why
Love has no end?
But it's dark angel friend
Tearing women and men
Slowly apart
Stain, don't do that
Scream, don't do that
Fail, never do that
Never do that
I want to go out, don't do that
I want an adventure
Just stay, I want
Just stay in
I want to make love
And if the bottle's no solution
Why does it feel so warm?
And if looking back is no solution
Why are we all just children inside?
And if to feel is no solution
Why does the whole
Damn world feel so broken
So outside and out of sorts?
A perfect mirror floating in space
Waves and numbers
But oh, such beautiful numbers
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping
I hear the darkness breathe
And the rain against the window
After all this time
Cynical and jaded
All the stones are diamonds
All the blues are faded
Everything I've been through
All I've seen and heard
Spent so much of my life
In the spiritual third world
But you came and brought the rain here
Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
We can talk without talking
From inside to inside
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
We took ourselves apart
We talked about our faces
You said you didn't like yours
I said I disagree
I keep the pieces separate
I clutch them in my coat
A jogsaw of an angel
I can do when I feel low
From emptiness and dryness
The famine of our days
Watch the heaves open
Wash it all away
You came and brought the rain here
Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
On the edge of exploding
Something wild and alive
Something waiting to happen
Anytime that you like
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks
To burn a little brighter now
Somethin' about Roman candles fizzin' out
Shine a little light on me now
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation
Alcohol can thrill me now
It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame
Burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now, yea
Doctor says my liver looks like leavin' with my lover
Need another time out now
Like any sort of hero turnin' down to zero
Standin' out in any crowd
Pullin' seventeen with experience and dreams
Sweatin' out a happy hour
When you're hidin' twenty nine you know it ain't a crime
To burn a little brighter now
Burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now
Burn a little brighter now and burn a little brighter now
{My advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you won't reach thirty
Christ, and it's a romantic way to go really, it's part of the heritage
Should I leave?}
We burn a little brighter now, yea
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks
To burn a little brighter now
It was somethin' about Roman candles fizzin' out
Shine a little light on me now
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation
Alcohol thrill me now
Getting late in the game to show any pride or shame
Burn a little brighter now, we burn a little brighter now, yea
The cars leave their trails of hot & cold light inside my head
Like burned-in long exposure pictures
The wheels spin slowly backwards
Strobing in the amber light
And the rain comes down and washes my brain
But it don't get clean
This town has turned me into what I have become
This town dresses me up like a stranger
This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift
This town takes us down
I feel like I'm losing you to this town
We were saving our money for half of our lives
We were saving our dreams
And we came to this place to make the chances real
In the big city
But I've been counting the days
I've been watching you change
And I can feel it dying
The noise outside takes you in its arms like
A lamb to a lion
And down there somewhere among the noise
The magazine dolls and big money boys
Move silently on their easy heels
Move silently on their greasy wheels
This town has turned me into what I have become
This town dresses you up like a stranger
This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me I'm late
This town takes us down, takes us down
I feel like I'm losig you to this town
The morning breaks and I watch you awake and
This town takes you down away from me again
Track 3 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
The rain auditions at my window, it's symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
to rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause
Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors,
Clippings from ancient newspapers he scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass,
meaningless words, yellowed by time,
Faded photos exposing pain, celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
Advise, advise, advise me, this shroud will not suffice.
Attempting to discard these clinging memories,
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses,
its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last.
The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the Junkies, sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone,
I kiss isolation on it's fevered brow
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified
I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
I realise I hold the key to freedom,
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions,
the changes have to be made
I realise I hold the key to freedom,
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions,
the changes have to be made.
Now I leave you, the past has had its say
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made.
Decisions have been made I've conquered my fears
She loves him
But she doesn't want him
She used to burn for him
But now that's changed
She knows he knows
And she says it isn't so
What else can she say?
But when he reaches out
She turns away
When he talks about it
She says he's cruel
So he apologizes
Counts his blessings
What else can he do?
She used to gaze at him
Reach out with her toes to touch him
She still loves him
But she doesn't want him
And in her eyes he's so much less
Than the light heart she met
The laughing boy she used to know
He feels ugly now
And the ugliness creeps around inside him
Until he really is
The animal paws at him, gnaws at him
The Silver-Back wins over him
And in his pain, and bitter shame, he resents her
The one who loves him
They said they'd never lie
They'd learned their lessons from the last times
They said they could talk
They could always talk
Deceit stirs in them now
For reasons good as well as bad
But he wants so much
Not to live another lie
To be free and high again
Trying to see the blue sky above the rain
Trying to see the blue sky above the rain
Remembering the blue sky above the pouring rain
He's trying to see the blue sky above the rain
He's flown there and he's seen it
Been up there lighter than air floating in the miracle
But he can't fly until she wants him
He can't burn until she sparks him
He's dressed in lead from toe to head
Trying to see the blue sky above the rain
Remembering the blue sky above the rain
Maybe they'll talk
Soul to soul, head to head, heart to heart, eye to eye
Rise up to that blue space above the clouds
Where troubles die
And tears dry
Heading west and climbing
In that place the sun never stops shining
She bought a bottle of cider
From the shop on the corner
They didn't stop her--they thought she was older
She took a bus ride to a name and a number
A house full of music
And a hatful of wonder
And some of the people that she thought that she knew
Were never like this when she saw them at school
She's never been anywhere like this before
Everybody's so out of control
She was in a back room
Full of strange aromas
And noises and candles
That is where he found her
He took her to a garden
Full of rain and silence
And she could smell
the soil and the trees and see the succulent light
From the little fires in his eyes pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted
Then it was 12 o'clock
And the last bus is gone
They're gonna go crazy when they hear what she's done
Higher is lower--and less is like more
She nver felt anything like this before...
Marion! Marion! Marion! Marion!
And then it was yesterday
And he said, "Oh, by the way,
Welcome to your first party."
Heading for the great escape
Heading for the rave
Heading for the permanent holiday
Heading for the winter trip
Heading for the slide
Heading for the dignified walk away
Heading for the open road
Goodbye to all that
Heading for the automatic overload
Standing in the open boat
Standing in the swing
Waiting for the ringing and the bright light
Waiting to be recognised
Quiet applause will do
They shower you with flowers when they bury you
You're holdin on
You're holdin on......
i) The Last of You
Just when I thought I'd seen the last of you
You come here scratchin' at my door
Your pain and anger's in the howling dark
Of every corridor I walk
So tell me more
About the love that you rejected
Tell me more about the trust you disrespected
I still don't know
Why did you hurt the very one
Why did you hurt the very one that you should have protected?
ii) Falling From the Moon
Don't ask me why I'm doing this
You wouldn't understand
You're asking the wrong questions
You couldn't understand
A bridge is not a high place
The fifty-second floor
Icarus would know
A mountain isn't far to fall
When you've fallen from the moon
There's murder on the street
I'm ashes on the water now
Somewhere far away
I have fallen
Fallen
From the moon
Goodnight my love
I'm so alone
And so surrounded
By your sweet memory
I cannot sleep
For all these dreams
They come to play
Till dawn comes stealin' them away
The fruit of the wild rose
Hangs here with summer gone
Voluptuous crimson
As the days become colder
The fruit of the wild rose
In a warmer country
Where the sea meets the land
You may walk with your baby
In the afternoon
Perhaps some aroma
From a street caf?
Might sadden your eyes
Carry you away
The fruit of the wild rose
Sweet and so sour on the tongue
Swollen and crimson
As the light fades and shortens
The thorny wild rose
She gave me a summer but she's gone
As england faces the winter
In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind
Clearer than a photograph
No passing of time
Ever could fade
You and I
Shimmering ghostly
Like a wild garden from another life
Will you throw your arm
Turn your body round
Breathe a sudden sigh
Wherever you lie sleeping
Stir your hips
Feel the seed inside so sweet
Dreaming westbound waves
And a man comin' back from the sea
Dreaming
I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall
Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all
Every night when I hear you, I dream of breaking down your door
An avenging knight in shining armor to rescue you from it all
From the family business
When I see you in the supermarket
With sunglasses in the shade
Averting your eyes from the staring questions
How were those bruises made
It's family business
Children clutching to your legs
They've got so much they want to say
But daddy's sitting home drunk again
So they bite their lips and pray
And daddy don't like no strangers prying
And noses in his private affairs
And if anyone asks from the social
Well, you fell down the stairs
It's family business
So I'll become an accessory
And I don't have an alibi
To the victim lying on my doorstep
The only way I could justify
It's family business
'Cause every day it's getting harder
Try to see, to go away
To all the people that surround you
You have to sit down and explain
To be the writing on the wall inside
To be the pledge you call your own
And if you run into the day
You sure, you know you'll find a home
You sure, you know you'll find a home
The traffic lights shine upon
And the broken home
Everyone could be so far away
And the white lines lead the way
The writing on the wall
They're carving out the martyrs
Could've been the same this way
Could've been the same this way
Tell them I'm the same today
We could have been much younger
It could have been much longer
Until the real time too far
You run away today
Tomorrow, you take away the time
You took away a mind
Something to the light she said
Everyone's burning
