the greatest Marillion song, with an extraordinary Fish!!!
Vodka intimate, an affair
the greatest Marillion song, with an extraordinary Fish!!!
Vodka intimate, an affair
with isolation in a Blackheath cell,
extinguishing the fires in a private hell,
provoking the heartache to renew the licence
of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover,
baptised in the tears from the real, tears from the real
drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line,
rat race, scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth,
caress Ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition,
an albatross in the marrytime tradition,
sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion,
aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation,
she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
she hung herself around my neck.
From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles,
safe and dry in my sea of troubles,
nine to five with suitable ties,
cast adrift as their sideshow,
peepshow, stereo hero, becalm, bestill,
bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real.
The Thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown now
praying deportation for his sacred cow,
a legacy of romance from a twilight world
the dowry of a relative mystery girl.
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union,
a mistress of release from a magazine's thighs,
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
the feeding hands of western promise
hold her by the throat, a son of a swastika of '45
parading a peroxide standard,
graffiti disciples testaments of hatred,
aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
trim the barbed wire hedges,
this is Brixton chess.
A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle,
a creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin,
he'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call,
and linger with the heartburn
of Good Friday's last supper
son watches father scan obituary columns in search
of absent school friends,
while his generation digests
high fibre ignorance,
cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows.
Decriminalised genocide,
provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens,
waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button,
the penultimate migration,
radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably,
for the terminally insane, insane,
d-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise?
D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi?
where are the prophets, where are the visionaries,
where are the poets, to breach the dawn
of the sentimental mercenary.
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Fish live... thanks Fish, you're the last modern poet, thanks
Listen to me, just hear m
Fish live... thanks Fish, you're the last modern poet, thanks
Listen to me, just hear me out,
if I could have your attention
just quieten down
for a voice in the crowd, in the crowd.
I get so confused... and I don't understand
I know you feel the same way
you've always wanted to say
but you don't get the chance
just a voice in the crowd, in the crowd.
I don't know the score anymore
it's not clear anymore
I can't tell right from wrong anymore,
I just don't understand!
I was just sitting here thinking
of exchanging a new world for old
like changing the channels on TV,
or the dirt that we stand in to gold.
When I was young, my father
told me just bad guys die
at that time just a little white lie
it was one of the first but it hurt me the most
and the truth stung like tears in my eyes
that even the good guys must die
there's no reasoning, no crimes
and I never knew why
even now it still makes me cry.
If there's somebody up there,
could they throw me down a line?
Just a little helping hand,
just a little understanding
just some answers to the questions
that surround me now.
If there's somebody up there,
could they throw me down a line?
Just a little guiding light,
to tell wrong from right
just some answers to the questions
that I'm asking you.
I keep a vigil in the wilderness of mirrors
Where nothing here is ever what it seems
You stand so close but you never understand it
For all that we see
is not all that it seems, am I blind?
And you sit there and talk revolution
but can you tell me just who's in command?
When you tell me the forces we're fighting
then I'll join you and gladly make plans.
But for now only our T-shirts cry freedom
and our voices are gagged by our greed
our minds are harnessed by knowledge
by the hill and the will to succeed
and if that's not what you believe
would you just let me now I'm not standing alone
that I'm not just a voice in the crowd.
If there's somebody up there,
could they throw me down a line?
Just a little helping hand,
just a little understand
just some answers
to the questions that I'm asking you.
If there's somebody up there,
could they throw me down a line?
Just a little guiding light
to tell wrong from right
just some answers
to the questions that I'm asking you.
I keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
where nothing is exactly how it seems
you're reaching out,
you're so close you can touch it
but it all disappeared when it's always so near.
But one day we will find that we stand in the light
until then I'll keep a vigil in a wilderness of mirrors
nothing here is ever what it seems
I'm scared to shout in case
I draw attention from the powers
that preside over our minds and our lives
when they find what I want
is the deadliest weapon, that is truth.
Day by day it's getting louder
and day by day it's getting stronger
but when I can't scream no more
and I need reassurance
I listen to the crowd
And the boy stood and stared at the hill
and the hill -- it stared back.
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Once upon a time, Marillion and Fish
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a neverending dream ;(
PSEUDO SILK KIMONO (Marillion)
Huddled in the safety of a pse
a neverending dream ;(
PSEUDO SILK KIMONO (Marillion)
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding.
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears,
invisible tears.
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words,
cruel joke, cruel joke.
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
a morning mare rides,
in the starless shutters of my eyes.
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising
to speak his mind to this orphan of heartbreak,
disillusioned and scarred, a refugee, refugee.
Safe in the sanctuary, safe.
KAYLEIGH (Marillion)
Do you remember chalk hearts melting
on a playground wall? Do you remember dawn escapes
from moon washed college halls?
Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square?
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair?
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart.
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart,
but you broke mine...
Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry?
And Kayleigh could we get it together again?
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you,
and Kayleigh I thought that we'd always be friends,
we said our love would last forever
so how did it come to this bitter end?
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 stilettoes in the snow?
Do you remember you never understood I had to go?
By the way, didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart,
so sorry, I never meant to break your heart,
but you broke mine...
Kayleigh I just wanna say I'm sorry, but Kayleigh
I'm too scared to pick up the phone to hear you've found
another lover to patch up our broken home;
Kayleigh I'm still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone.
Maybe it will prove that we were right
Or ever prove that I was wrong...
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