Marillion She Chameleon

Sheltering her ego on the edge of a floodlit arc

She’ll contemplate seduction, she’ll calculate the catch

When she moved, her presence speared me

When she spoke, her words ensnared me

Watch the lizard, watch the lizard,

Watch the lizard with the crimson veil

She crucified my heart in the depth of a satin grave

As I lay in sweating monologue I sensed the lovelight fade

Within the spiral of the cigarette

You betrayed your bedside etiquette

I saw the lizard, I saw the lizard

I touched the lizard with the crimson veil

I’ve seen a different doorway shut a million times before

The smiling she chameleon, the smiling vinyl whores

They know what they want, they sing your name

And glide between the sheets

I never say no, in chemical glow we’ll let our bodies meet

So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I said

Loving just for laughs, carnal autograph, lying on a lizard’s bed

So was it just a fuck, was it just a fuck, just another fuck I bled

Degraded and alone, raped and still forlorn

Betrayed on a lizard’s bed

We chameleon, we chameleon, we chameleon

Marillion No Such Thing

There’s no such thing

As an answered prayer

There’s no such thing

As the ozone layer

There’s no such thing

As an action hero

There’s no such thing

As an easy ride

There’s no such thing

As a place to hide

There’s no such thing

As a perfect day

There’s no such thing

As the pearly gates

There’s no such thing

As an ordered world

There’s no such thing

As an easy girl

No such thing

No such thing

There’s no such thing

As peace-of-mind

As a faithful wife

As the bottom line

There’s no such thing

As owning something

It’s all borrowed for a time

It’s all borrowed for a time

There’s no such thing

There’s no such thing

No such thing

There’s no such thing

No such thing

Marillion Mirages

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 close

I run around try to prove the sunrise

I believe in belief

But it’s proof I need

Can you show me it’s me

Can you show me it’s me

Travelling makes the mind go vague

All the special faces fade away

Spinning like a heat haze

Shimmering

Please send Polaroids

Or an ear in the post

A map to the treasure

A key to the closed

I need you like hell

Can you help me again

Can you show me it’s me

Can you show me it’s me

I run dry

I run out

I run cold

I need help

Trying to prove the sunrise

Trying to prove the tides

Trying to prove the blue moon sky

And is it you?

Is it you?

Marillion How Can It Hurt

Maybe you’re just too upset inside

To give it to me straight

Maybe you’ve become too angry and too close to crying

To say anything I can understand

Or maybe you’re just coming in over my head

Maybe you’re just too upset inside

Too upset inside

How can it hurt if I don’t understand

How can it hurt if I don’t understand

You’re never gonna square with me I know

So what is there to say?

There’s a million words that we could share tonight

Why do you walk away?

And I could write you off and it’s over with

Like a damaged car I can’t afford to fix

But everything inside me wants to heal your pain

You won’t explain, you won’t explain.

How can it hurt if I don’t understand

How can it hurt if I don’t understand

How can I help if I don’t understand.

How can it hurt, how can it hurt

Well I don’t understand

Marillion The Last Century For Man

Here we are

At the beginning of the last century for man

Usin’ up parts of the world we haven’t even seen or been to

The wretched of the earth exploited by the rich few

What’s new?

If you are not outraged

You haven’t been paying attention

If you are not outraged

You haven’t been listening

God bless America, I mean it

God bless the UK, I mean it

God bless la belle France, I mean it

God help us all

Climb into the car

I know that makes you happy

The sound of your laughter

Will get you so far

Grace or disgrace

Can make you a star these days

Reality pays

Let’s decide who the terrorists are

God bless America, I mean it

God bless the UK, I mean it

Hats off to China, & India

And Africa too.

Eat all we can

Drink all we can

Use all we can

Dow what we can

Screw all we can

Don’t miss a chance

In the last century for man

I wanna feel alive

Gas up the 4 wheel drive!..

God bless America, I mean it

God bless the UK, I mean it

God bless our children

And God help us all

Marillion The Rakes Progress

What do you do when your roots have dissolved and broken down

And the soil that you grew in when you were small

Has become nothing more than dirt in some dirty town

When you list all the qualities that you despise

And you realise

You’re describing yourself

And breaking someone up inside

Is your only source of pride

Marillion A Voice From The Past

A voice from the past

Entered my head today

Fresh & alive. Full of life, passion and pain.

A voice now past.

A beautiful soul. Gone, gone, gone.

Speaking clearly – clearer than the living

Talking perfect sense

Used to not being understood

While talking perfect sense to the next generation

Have we caught up yet?

Is it time?

I think it is.

Enough is enough

Enough is enough

A voice from the past

Entered my head today

Tiny child sighed in my ear.

Giving up breathing in

Over & out

Over & out

Taken by bad luck & the ill fortune of geography.

Common cold. Dirty water. HIV.

Common apathy. Common crime.

Perfect nonsense to the next generation

Dead yet alive

Dead yet alive

Gone but shouting anger

Gone but talking perfect sense

Have we caught up yet?

Is it time? Well I say it is. I say it is.

Deaf & dumbed-down

Enough is enough

Give me a smile. Hold out your hand.

I don’t want your money

I don’t want your land

Gimme a smile. Hold out your hand.

I don’t want your money

I don’t want your land

I want you to wake up & do

Something strange

I want you to listen

I want you to feel someone else’s pain

Someone else’s pain

Someone else’s pain

Someone else’s pain.

Deaf & dumbed-down

Deaf & dumbed-down

A tap with clean water

Marillion If My Heart Were A Ball It Would Roll Uphill

Did you ever fall in love

Did you ever fall in love

Did you ever fall in love

Did you ever dream of falling

If my heart were a ball

It would roll uphill

We are alone in the world

We must do what we feel we should

We are told what is right

Need hurts within us

We can see sense

We can feel what feels right

And so often

All these things are not at all the same

They’re not at all the same

If my heart were a ball

It would roll uphill

If my heart were a ball

It would roll uphill

Did you ever dream of running

And find you couldn’t move

Did you ever dream of running

Running scared

Ankle deep in glue

With the monster after you

And it’s catching up

Monsters catching up

And it’s catchin’ up and you’re going nowhere

And you’re slowin’ up And you can’t wake up

And it’s catchin’ up

and you’re going nowhere wake up wake up

You’re falling..

If my heart were a ball

It would roll uphill

Did you ever see a shadow

Cast against your bedroom wall

Crooked shadow in the lamplight

Ten feet tall

Did you ever dream of falling

And find you couldn’t move

Did you give up.

And discover that you haven’t given up

Did you ever dream of falling

Did you ever fall in love

hard ball dream love now roll

fall clown stain truth space time

race give black white all one

church state god fast as I could cry

laugh hide feel no clouds will

to win sweet seed you me

hard ball dream love now roll

fall clown stain truth space time

never do that, never do that

will to win, will to win, never do that

give black white all one wild

church state now roll

fall clown stain truth space time

race fruit

GIVE

never do that

If my heart were a ball it would roll uphill

All one insane wild sweet heart

Wild rose

Did you ever fall in love?..

Marillion Just For The Record

Many’s the time I’ve been thinking about changing my ways

But when it gets right down to it it’s the same drunken haze

I’m serving a sentence to write life’s sentences

It’s only when I’m out of it I make sense of this

Just for the record I’m gonna put it down

Just for the record I’m gonna change my life around

Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym

Just a bar room dancer on my final fling

Just another writer paying off my dues

Just finding inspiration well that’s my excuse

Just for the record I’m gonna put it down

Just for the record I’m gonna change my life around

Just another empty gesture with an empty glass

Just another comic actor behind a tragic mask

But I’ve got no discipline got no self control

Just a little less painful here when my back’s against the wall

It’s too late, I found, it’s too far, I’m in two minds

Both of them are out of it at the bar

When you say I got a problem that’s a certainty

But I can put it all right down to eccentricity

It’s just for the record it’s just a passing phase

Just for the record I can stop any day

Marillion Hotel Hobbies

Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors

Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar

Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror

The short straw took its bow

The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette

Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat

Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed

And a familiar craving is crawling in his head

And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen

Introducing characters to memories like old friends

Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines

A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour

Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour

The pilgrimage to happy hour

New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye

Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares

Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams

As if in nervous anticipation of another day