Тексты песен «Marillion»

Track 7 of _Misplaced Childhood_ A love song with no validity. Pretend you never meant that much to me. Numb, a vallium child, bored by meaningless collisions. A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black...

Tell me I'm mad How should I know? Tell me I'm mad I have been here for so long Help me paint a picture They say it's a lie Tell me I'm mad You're a fine one to decide Burn me in the fires of wild heaven Like it...

(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer) I have been here many times before In a life I used to live But I have never seen these streets so fresh Washed with morning rain Like the whole world has been...

(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...

Watching the people on the street today she couldn't help but smile Watchin' the town go walking by all shaded eyes and alibis Strange how much pain you can hide away beneath a well-cut suit This is the day she walks...

Did anyone see my last marble As it rolled out and over the floor? It fell through a hole in the corner Of a room in a town on a tour It's lonely without your last marble I miss it not ratting around As I lie in my bed...

When I was a child I had marbles They brought admiration and fame They were pretty to look at and marbles Was always my favourite game We played all the summer days In the stony alleyways In the playground after class...

There were almost four hundred untill the black day I discovered how high they would fly to the sky If you used them for tennis instead of a ball Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate Whacked with a racked up...

That was almost the end of my marbles Confiscated, I choked back the tears I hung onto a handful of favourites That disappeared over the years Dd anyone see my last marble I swear that I had it before Sometimes I think...

Did anyone see my last marble As it rolled out and over the floor? It fell through a hole in the corner Of a room in a town on a tour It's lonely without your last marble I miss it not ratting around As I lie in my bed...

When I was a child I had marbles They brought admiration and fame They were pretty to look at and marbles Was always my favourite game We played all the summer days In the stony alleyways In the playground after class...

Did anyone see my last marble As it rolled out and over the floor? It fell through a hole in the corner Of a room in a town on a tour It's lonely without your last marble I miss it not rattling around As I lie in my bed...

That was almost the end of my marbles Confiscated, I choked back the tears I hung onto a handful of favourites That disappeared over the years Dd anyone see my last marble I swear that I had it before Sometimes I think...

(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...

--- "Margaret (Live)" Track 9 from _B'sides Themselves_ --- O' you go the high road an' I'll take the low road, an' I'll be in Scotland before ye for me and my true love we'll never walk again on the bonnie bonnie...

---- "Market Square Heroes" track 3 _B'sides Themselves_ ---- I found smog at the end of my rainbow I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase Declared the constitution of the walkways I realised it's time to plan...

I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper, Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard children singing, They were running through the rainbows, They were singing a song for...

(Music: Marillion Lyrics: John Helmer) 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? Ў®Wonder if a king still...

(HogarthKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas) Absence makes the heart go mad All the solid things become mirages The certain things Sand running in the hour glass Running away I scream along the ledge As the windows back and...

But he who dies with the most toys...is still dead. He who dies with the most toys...is still dead. You have to be cool You have to be hip You have to be chic You have to be rich You have to be yong Whatever that is...