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
MEEGAN. EEL PIE: TONY PHILLIPS. MANOR: STEVE CHASE.] ADDITIONAL
PERCUSSION:
CHRIS KAREN. MANAGEMENT: JOHN ARNISON. CREW: GARY TOWNSEND, ANDY
FIELD,
'PRIVET' HEDGE, PAUL LEWIS.
FURTHER INFORMATION FROM: STEF AT 'THE WEB' C/O EMI RECORDS.
SLEEVE DESIGN AND ILLUSTRATION BY MARK WILKINSON. COVER CONCEPT BY
FISH.
PICTURES ON THE WALL BY JULIE HAZELWOOD
SPECIAL THANKS TO: THERESA, KEITH GOODWIN, STEVE HEDGES AND ALL AT
THE STATION
AGENCY,HUGH STANLEY-CLARKE, SARAH, WALLY SLAUGHTER, MALCOM HILL,
BOB STEVENSON,
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ALL AT EMI,
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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
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
