Berlin Lyrics By Marillion

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
[JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH]

The Hollow Man Lyrics By Marillion

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
We're tin hard and we rattle when we're shaken.

Garden Party Lyrics By Marillion

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
Cam
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
Oh what a crowd.

Bitter Suite Lyrics By Marillion

Track 4 from _Misplaced Childhood_
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 ina vase.
II) Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a siding,
The driver guzzles another can of lager, 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 paralyzed 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',
'J'entend ton coeur',
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart.
Hear your heart.
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.
Oh, 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,
(rain on me, rain)
It's started raining.
It's started raining.
It's started raining.
It's started raining.
It's started raining.
It's started raining.
It's started raining.

Waterhole (expresso Bongo) Lyrics By Marillion

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,
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show.

Paper Lies Lyrics By Marillion

When you look into the mirror
Do you see a face you hardly recognise
If you look into the sun too long
Do the things you see begin to burn your eyes
Paper lies
Just to express what he's thinking
must a man take all the mail will bring?
Are we living only for today
It's a sign of the times...we believe anything...and nothing
Paper lies
When you kill the truth
You can make a killing
You might just make losing look like winning
You came here to tell us what's going on
But nobody knows who's side you're on
Seems like you're sailing pretty close to the wind again
Paper lies
You have already won a prize!
I know something that you don't know
Something that you ought to know
It's burning a hole in my pocket book
Listen.....do you want to know a secret?
We can print our own money here
If you let us do a piece on you
We can take you to pieces
When you look into the money do you see a face you hardly
recognise?
When you get behind the news of the world do the things you find
begin to bend your mind?
Paper lies.
Why don't ya let us take a piece outta you?

Grendel Lyrics By Marillion

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
oh let the blood flow...'

80 Days Lyrics By Marillion

Staring down from this high window
At the faces in the line
Cold from hours of waiting
How many people can you love?
When you're black and blue with bruises
From collisions on the road
The friction grind of traveling
This is the never ending show
All over the world in eighty days
Head in a blur of information
What kind of a man could live this way
I do what I can
I do OK
But right now
All I want to do is
Get real
If that's allright with you
Woke up last night under the mountains
Driving from Zurich to Milan
I lay there listening to the echos
Thinking of Iceland and Japan
So many smiles So many faces
And my home so far away
I lose some of me in all these places
And I can't help the way I'm changed
All over the world in eighty days
Memories turn like magazine pages
What kind of a man could live this way
I do what I can
But I can't escape it
Right now
All I want to do
Is get real
If that's allright with you
Right now
All I want to do
Somehow
Be myself with you
All over the world in eighty days
Alcohol haze of information
What kind of a man could live this way
As long as I have
And stay the same
Right now
All I want to do is
Get real
If that's allright with you
Right now
All I want to do
Get real
If that's allright with you
For just one night with you
Get real somehow

Sugar Mice Lyrics By Marillion

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
your daddy took a raincheck.