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(Fish / Marillion)<br /><br />Vodka intimate, an affair <br />With isolation in a blackheath cell<br />Extinguishing the fires in a private hell<br />Provoking the heartache to renew the licence <br />Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule<br />Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience <br />Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover<br />Baptised in the tears from the real<br />Tears from the real.<br /><br />Drowning in the liquid seize <br />on the Piccadilly line, rat race<br />Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth<br />Caress Ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition<br />An albatross in the marrytime tradition<br />Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion<br />Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation<br />She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart <br />She hung herself around my neck.<br /><br />From the Time-Life-Guardians <br />In their conscience bubbles<br />Safe and dry in my sea of troubles<br />Nine to five with suitable ties<br />Cast adrift as their sideshow, <br />peepshow, stereo hero<br />Becalm bestill, bewitch<br />Drowning in the real.<br /><br />The thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown now<br />Praying deportation for his sacred cow<br />A legacy of romance from a twilight world <br />The dowry of a relative mystery girl<br />A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union<br />A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs<br />Magdalenes contracts more than favours <br />The feeding hands of western <br />Promise hold her by the throat.<br /><br />A son of a swastika of '45 <br />Parading a peroxide standard<br />Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred<br />Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights <br />Trim the barbed wire hedges<br />This is Brixton chess <br />A knight for Embankment <br />Folds his newspaper castle<br />A creature of habit, <br />Begs the boatman's coin<br />He'll fade with old soldiers <br />In the grease stained roll call<br />And linger with the heartburn <br />Of Good Friday's last supper.<br /><br />Son watches father scan obituary columns <br />In search of absent school friends<br />While his generation digests <br />High fibre ignorance<br />Cowering behind curtains <br />And the taped up painted windows<br />Decriminalised genocide, <br />Provided door to door Belsens <br />Pandora's box of holocausts <br />Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens<br />Waiting, wai-wai-waiting, <br />The season of the button<br />The penultimate migration<br />Radioactive perfumes<br />For the fashionably<br />For the terminally insane, insane<br />D-d-do you realise? <br />D-d-do you realise? <br />D-d-do you realise, <br />This world is totally fugazi.<br /><br />Where are the prophets<br />Where are the visionaries<br />Where are the poets<br />To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.
Letra nueva de la canción
(Fish / Marillion)<br /><br />Vodka intimate, an affair <br />With isolation in a blackheath cell<br />Extinguishing the fires in a private hell<br />Provoking the heartache to renew the licence <br />Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule<br />Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience <br />Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover<br />Baptised in the tears from the real<br />Tears from the real.<br /><br />Drowning in the liquid seize <br />on the Piccadilly line, rat race<br />Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth<br />Caress Ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition<br />An albatross in the marrytime tradition<br />Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion<br />Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation<br />She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart <br />She hung herself around my neck.<br /><br />From the Time-Life-Guardians <br />In their conscience bubbles<br />Safe and dry in my sea of troubles<br />Nine to five with suitable ties<br />Cast adrift as their sideshow, <br />peepshow, stereo hero<br />Becalm bestill, bewitch<br />Drowning in the real.<br /><br />The thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown now<br />Praying deportation for his sacred cow<br />A legacy of romance from a twilight world <br />The dowry of a relative mystery girl<br />A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union<br />A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs<br />Magdalenes contracts more than favours <br />The feeding hands of western <br />Promise hold her by the throat.<br /><br />A son of a swastika of '45 <br />Parading a peroxide standard<br />Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred<br />Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights <br />Trim the barbed wire hedges<br />This is Brixton chess <br />A knight for Embankment <br />Folds his newspaper castle<br />A creature of habit, <br />Begs the boatman's coin<br />He'll fade with old soldiers <br />In the grease stained roll call<br />And linger with the heartburn <br />Of Good Friday's last supper.<br /><br />Son watches father scan obituary columns <br />In search of absent school friends<br />While his generation digests <br />High fibre ignorance<br />Cowering behind curtains <br />And the taped up painted windows<br />Decriminalised genocide, <br />Provided door to door Belsens <br />Pandora's box of holocausts <br />Gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens<br />Waiting, wai-wai-waiting, <br />The season of the button<br />The penultimate migration<br />Radioactive perfumes<br />For the fashionably<br />For the terminally insane, insane<br />D-d-do you realise? <br />D-d-do you realise? <br />D-d-do you realise, <br />This world is totally fugazi.<br /><br />Where are the prophets<br />Where are the visionaries<br />Where are the poets<br />To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.
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