Marillion : B'sides Themselves

Neo Prog / United-Kingdom
(1988 - EMI Records)
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1. GRENDEL



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...'



2. CHARTING THE SINGLE



Yeah!

Slow french kissing with the dauphin’s daughter
If I fall in love now I’ll be floating in seine
Plastered in paris
I’ve had an eiffel
Gonna make my escape on the midnight train
Choo, choo to you
Choo, choo to you
Charting the single

Schnapping my fingers on an alcoholic day
Sniff round a fraulein when I’m scent to cologne
All night hotel liebling make your mark
Let sugar daddy melt in his home sweet home
Home is where the heart lies
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home?

Get a pizza the action when I romeo again
Chianti see you with me, so just let him wine
Juliet on the balcony, it’s pasta serenade
Wedding rings, I know when venice time
Venice time to chart the single, to chart the single

Charting the single, charting the single

The chicks are getting cheaper on the not so common market
Stockpile experience before the blond hairs turn to grey
Before the blond hairs turn to grey
I like to train, express myself in the universal language
Ego on my face in the nicest possible way
It’s absolutely the nicest possible way

Charting the single

I got no clause in my contract, got no shares in my name
I’m just charting the single in a bachelor’s game
Charting the single
It’s a solo performance on a one way street
You’ll never have the chance again and never again we’ll meet
Charting, charting, charting, charting the single

Yeah, yeah, charting the single
Yeah, yeah, charting the single
Charting, ouh, charting, ouh charting, ouh, charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, I’m charting the single
Charting, charting, I’m charting the single
Charting, charting, charting, charting the single
Charting the single, charting the single

Home is where the heart lies, but if the heart lies
Where is home, is where the heart lies, but where is home?
Where is home?
Charting the single


3. MARKET SQUARE HEROES



I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkway
I realise it’s time to plan the day, the day

I’m a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I’m a market square hero speeding the beat of the streetpulse
Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me

I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples

Cause I’m a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I’m a market square hero speeding the beat of the streetpulse, the streetpulse
Are you following me? are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me

Change, change, change!
Change, change, change!

I am your antichrist show me allegiance
Are you following me
I am your antichrist pledge to me defiance
Are you following me
Suffer my pretty warriors
Suffer my fallen child
Are you following me
The time has come to conquer and I’ll provide your end
Suffer!
We march!

I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco
I’m the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze

Cause I’m a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I’m a market square hero speeding the beat of the streetpulse, the streetpulse
Are you following me? are you following me?
Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me

I’m the market square hero
I’m the market square hero
We’re market square heroes
We’re the market square heroes
Are you following me?

I’m the market square hero!



4. THREE BOATS DOWN FROM THE CANDY



Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach
Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep
Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses preach

It’s a social disease, it’s the new moral cancer
Don’t think crying wolf will give you the answer

You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss
But can’t you just play for experience?
I’m a poet, I’m a poet, I’m a minstrel, I’m a minstrel
I don’t need your chains
Romance lies in ruin let debauchery reign, let it rain

Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs
Don’t crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries
You’re a memory trapped on polaroid, a puppet drawn on celluloid
So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void

Three boats down from the candy
I’ll remember you
Three boats down from the candy, much to much to lose
Three boats down from the candy, those words were never true
Three boats down from the candy
I’ll remember you
I’ll remember you
I’ll remember you



5. CINDERELLA SEARCH



On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholicalphabet
Through the looking glass
The proof in my own reflection
Five senses down and reeling on the cinderella search

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim
Conversation needs translation
Three dimensions down dissolving on the cinderella search
Cinderella search

On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone
Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city
Only courting the homing of direction on the cinderella search
Cinderella search

But the samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken
Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life
Resurrection in a trance, the model, the grail, in a marquee of promises I touched the dream
I hold the dream, I have the dream
To end the cinderella search
Cinderella search, oh no more, no more!

Exposing bedside manners on a work extension
Awaiting development with paranoid polaroid eyes
Polaroid eyes

The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave a palace for a bedsit
And canterbury tales
Canterbury tales?

Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase
Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe
But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine?
Give me time, won’t you give me that time!

Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus

I always use the cue sheets but never the nets
Always the cue sheets but never the nets
Never the nets, never the nets, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless

Welcome back to the circus!



6. LADY NINA



You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you’re feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But there’s one place left to go before the taxi home
After all you’ve made your marks

One night you’ll play elizabeth taylor
The next night you’re marilyn monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think they’re princes
Oh, lady nina, where did all the romance go?

Your little sister babysits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
’cos your beauty is the only thing you’ve ever owned
It’s the only way you’ve ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe it’s for real

Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich

Lady nina, I’d love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
I’ve got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know you’ll never act with me, I know that you’re in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right?
Did you come tonight, lady nina?

You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks

You made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks

You made your marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks


7. FREAKS




Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental?
Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown?
Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground?

She said all the best freaks are here
She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me

Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night?
You search the darkness and you’re scrambling for the light
Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you?
Don’t worry my son, you’ve got the spook squad looking after you

He said all the best freaks are here
He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me, stop staring at me

Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call
You feel the eyes burn the back of your head
Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh
Feel the whispers as you head for the plane
Stop staring at me

Love and linen sheets seem so very far away
You save your pennies and you buy another day
But after all it’s only hide and seek, just another game
There’s so much fun to be had when you’re living with a name

All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here
Please stop staring at me, all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Oh, stop staring at me, oh, stop staring at me

They said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
All the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me



8. TUX ON



Tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on

He has eyes down at the bingo on that lucky friday night
The match was rained off saturday but the panel came in bright
And on sunday your mates were toasting you with champagne down the pub
And on monday you went to london to pick the cheque up with your mum

You had a tux on, mmm, you had a tux on
The first time you had a tux on, lucky man

There’s a photo on the mantlepiece, when you bought your first guitar
And your girlfriend came to see you when you were the rising star
You knew your luck was holding when you filled the local hall
The first time and the last time that you thought you had control

You had a tux on, lucky man, you had a tux on
You got a tux on, tux on

Now you’re touring stadiums, you’ve let it go too far
Standing with your manager, your back to every bar
Blurning all your credit cards, chopping out the pain
Crowding into toilets with a host of your new-found friends

You got a tux on, nothing’s changed, you got a tux on
Lucky man with a tux on, you’re still the same with a tux on

It was eyes down in the parlour, they prayed it wouldn’t rain
A brother pulled his cuffs down to hide the blue-black vein
His razor’d more than lines out, they found him just too late
The final performance, the main man lies in state

With a tux on, look at him now with a tux on
The last time with a tux on, take him away with a tux on

Somewhere in a tenement, in a well-thumbed magazine
Someone finds a photograph that triggers of a dream
The uniform that symbolizes the comfortable life
He’s always known his luck’s in but now he’s found the drive

He’s got a tux on, look at him now with a tux on
He’s gonna get one with a tux on, free admission with a tux on
Get it anyway with a tux on

He’s got a tux on the easy way with a tux on, tux on, tux on, tux on



9. MARGARET (Live)



For me and my true-love will never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond.

Moira anderson, eat your heart out!
You-ou--

You’ll take the high road an’ I’ll take the low road, an’ I’ll be in scotland before you
For me and my true-love we’ll never walk again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond

You’ll take the acid an’ I’ll take the dope, an’ I’ll be stoned before you
For me an’ my true-love, the drink waters’ well on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond

Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm
An’ row an’ row all for mhairi’s wedding

Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm in arm an’ row an’ row all for mhairi’s wedding

I said you, you, you, you’ll take the high road
I said i’ll, i’ll, i’ll, I’ll take the low road
On the lead guitar, from yorkshire mr. stephen rothery!

I said you, you, you, you take the high road
I said i’ll, i’ll, i’ll, I’ll take the low road
On the bass guitar, the backing vocal, from aylesbury mr. peter trawavas!

I said you, you, you, you take the high road
I said i’ll, i’ll, i’ll, I’ll take the low road
On the keyboards, from dublin mr. mark kelly!

I said you, you--, you’ll take the high road
I said i’ll, i’ll--, I’ll take the low road
On drums, per-cus-si-on, mr. michael "e.t." pointer!

And a very big round of applause, for yourself, one audience tonight
It takes two!

On vocals, and percussion fish! ...
A dream fulfilled!

Sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret

I said you take the high road
An’ I’ll take the low road
An’ I’ll be in scotland before you
For me and my true-love we’ll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond

Sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret
The balcony: sweet ma- ma- ma- ma margaret
Say yer scottish: sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret

I said you’ll take the high road
An’ I’ll take the low road
An’ I’ll be in scotland before you
For me and my true-love we’ll never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond!
Banks of loch lomond!

Sweet margaret
Sweet margaret
Sweet ma- ma- ma- ma- margaret!







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