
歌手:Marillion
时间:2017-07-21
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Blind Curve: Vocal Under a Bloodlight / Passing Strangers / Mylo / Perimeter Walk / Threshold (Live at Utrecht 1985) - Marillion
Written by:Derek Dick/Mark Kelly/Peter Trewavas/Steve Rothery
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
And just a runaway runaway just a runaway
I'm saving myself
For you
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
On the paper
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and we 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 in another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
Talk to me won't you tell me your stories
Stories
So I talked about conscience
And I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
Maybe maybe 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
It would be incredible
If we could retrace all the collisions
All the lifes that we lived here
Wasted I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk
Walk
There's a presence here
I feel not alone
A presence
This could be ancient
This could be mystical
This could be ancient
This could be mystical
There's a presence
I like a presence like a presence
This is a childhood a childhood
A childhood a childhood
A misplaced childhood
A childhood a childhood
A childhood a childhood
Give it back to me
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 R**e in the alleyways
I can't take any more
Should we say goodbye
Hey
I see priests politicians
The 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
I can't take any more