Marillion

[fox69]

"Beyond You"

"Beyond You"


If you were a baby I would take you and run
I could hide you in the folds of my heart
There's a truth in the madness that I can't get beyond
And a fever that won't leave me alone
I don't want my heart
Don't want my head
Don't want my friends
Don't want my bed
I can't live with myself
I can't live with myself
Can't take no help
I try to want to
But I can't get beyond you

I will stare from the window
At the shapes in the rain
As the space between us drives me insane

I can't live with myself
I can't live with myself
Can't take no help
Don't want no one else

If I was a child
I would refuse to leave
I would sit down on the street
Kick my legs and scream

I'm not much of a man
But I know how I am
I know this won't fade away
I will pretend and be strong
But I wonder where I belong

And the feeling comes in waves
A hole in my body, aching
Like a heart dying
A soul crying
Exhausted and insecure
Took all you have and I still want more
So I reach out to hold you
But all I do is hurt you
Hurt you

I can't live with myself
I can't live with myself
Can't take no help
I try to want to
But I can't get beyond you

If I was a child I would take you and run
And I say I don't know... But I know
And I say I'll go

You just spent the whole day
Driving away

 

[fox69]

"Bitter Suite"

"Bitter Suite"


I. Brief Encounter
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase.

II. Lost Weekend

A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club

She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, "A whore".

III. Blue Angel

The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your heart

IV. Misplaced Rendezvous

It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you, you

V. Windswept Thumb

On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit, from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
It's started raining

 

[fox69]

"Blind Curve"

"Blind Curve"


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 ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say goodbye?

I see priests, politicians?
Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam

I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised!

 

[fox69]

"Born To Run"

"Born To Run"


The quiet sadness of the people of the North
Echoes silently around the cold grey places
Ecstasies undared
Tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled
Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened
Brave faces
Well dressed ordered minds on suicide's edge
Reflected in the rain-skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey

[Blue grey]

And further South, and homeless
Here I am
Globally altered and dishevelled
Oh darling, I've done it all
An antithesis of sorts
And yet bound together and hopelessly in love
With the inevitable loss
And the end
How can we run from ourselves?

[Pete:] "A is a nice place to go. What were those chords again?"

 

[fox69]

"Brave"

"Brave"


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
She aches

He will search until he's found
A way to take the days

See her sadness in your face
She's inside you
And she's crying

 

[fox69]

"Bridge"

"Bridge"


"A bridge is not a high place..."

Staring out over the bridge
A million photo flashes from the water down below
Dawn light bouncing through the mist
Roar of traffic and the crack of police radios

When they ask her name
Would she please explain
She simply chooses to say
Nothing

 

[fox69]

"Built-In Bastard Radar"

"Built-In Bastard Radar"


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
Don't you know he was born to do you down
You can't cheat your fate girl
Check the time and date girl
Don't you know he was born to do you down

But guys who show how much they care
Try hard to please and get nowhere
You know that every girl round here got built-in bastard radar

Baby you can't lose it
You'd be mad to choose it
Don't you know he was born to do you down

'Cause what will be will always be
Though stinging kills the honey bee
You know that every girl on Earth's got built in bastard radar

I'm singing "one-two" in the mike
You know I'm testing
I'm singing "Death where is thy sting?"
It's only resting

And thank God every woman knows
It's piss and wind and fancy clothes
That make a man a man
Thank God for built-in bastard radar

 

[fox69]

"Cannibal Surf Babe"

"Cannibal Surf Babe"


[Let's meet up and get beat up]
Well she tied me to the headboard with a surf leash
And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend
And I really tried my best to get across to her
But nothing she would say could be defended

Well her birthday suit it was her only present
When I looked into her eyes - no history
And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant
But she laughed a snake eye laugh and walked away from me

And I watched her as she walked across the coals
I watched her as she walked across the coals

Singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird
And I'm your nightmare surfer babe
Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard
'You still looking for the perfect microwave?

So I really did my best to get across to her
I said: "One day every pebble hits the beach"
And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend
But she was too far out there to be reached
To be reached
She was too far out there

She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird
I'm your nightmare surfer babe
Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard
'You still looking for the perfect microwave?

And the sun came up over the mountain
And the waves rolled in across the bay
And the fabulous brightly-coloured birds flew up out of the forest
And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children living together in paradise
Lie down my dear... you're going to enjoy this"

And she looked like she'd had sex
With a Tyrannosaurus Rex

Singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird, old man
I'm your nightmare surfer babe
Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard
'You still looking for that perfect microwave?
Perfect microwave

And I watched her as she walked across the coals...

And the sun came up over the mountain
And the waves rolled in across the bay
And the fabulous brightly-coloured birds flew up out of the forest
And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children living together in paradise
Lie down my dear... you have enjoyed this"

 

[fox69]

"Cathedral Wall"

"Cathedral Wall"


Curl up tight into a ball
Curl my body against the soil
Staring up here
At the cathedral wall
I will sleep tonight
Be a baby
Forget it all
Be a baby
Watch the quiet stones
Massive friend
Cathedral wall
I will sleep tonight

A mother to the living
A mother to the dead
Silent as the moonlight
I come to lay my head
And I won't know you
Anymore

The peckish evening rolls once more
Into the ravenous night
Of hunger pains
That keep our troubled souls awake
We are forbidden to explain

A mother to the living
A mother to the dead
My ghost will drink the moonlight
Magic stones
My heart and bones

And I won't know you
Anymore

She's cold
She knows me
Cathedral wall
She's cold
She shows
I borrow
Keep away
Keep you away my love, my love
And pray I might sleep tonight

The violence of my heartbeat
The violence of the blood
I will sleep with the cathedral
And, one day, you'll give up
And I will love you
But I won't know you
Anymore

My frenzied and exhausted mind
Will somehow find a way
To leave you for a time
Condemned to lieing
And lying awake

[These chains are all your own...]

 

[fox69]

"Charting The Single"

"Charting The Single"


Yeah!
Slow French kissing with the Dauphin's daughter
If I fall in love now I'll be floating in Seine
Plastered in Paris I've had an Eiffel
Gonna make my escape on the midnight train
Choo, choo to you - Choo, choo to you - Charting the single
Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholiday
Sniff round a Fraulein when I'm scent to Cologne
All night hotel Liebling make your mark
Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home
Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home?

Get a pizza the action when I Romeo again
Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine
Juliet on the balcony, it's pasta serenade
Wedding rings, I know when Venice time, Venice time
To chart the single, to chart the single

Charting the single, charting the single

The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market
Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey
Before the blond hairs turn to grey
I like to train, express myself in the universal language
Ego on my face in the nicest possible way
It's absolutely the nicest possible way

Charting the single

I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name
I'm just charting the single in a bachelor's game
Charting the single
It's a solo performance on a one way street
You'll never have the chance again and never again we'll meet
Charting, charting, charting, charting the single