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Today! I saw music in the sky
I drove towards it in my car
And I turned left and I turned right
But I could never lose the light
That shines towards tomorrow night
Who can say what it means?
What goes on in between
And what gets in between
It's just somethin'
Between you and me
Between you and me
Between you and me
It's as sweet as can be.
Today! I saw music in the sky
It sang around me. I went blind.
Like a masterpiece in a disguise
Couldn't stop it pulling at my eyes
Who can say what it means
What goes on in between
And what gets in between
Ice and fire
Between you and me
Between you and me
Sweet as can be
Between you and me
Monday.. Tuesday.. Blow a fuse day
Fix it in the usual way
Meet me at the church and we'll get in a state
Stay up late and I'll wake up feeling like
A kid swingin' on heavens gate
With no God to complain
Or point the finger of blame
We'll get it all down on video 8
You comin' out to play?
Could be quite a day...
And I sang that pretty tune
An open airy song
And my heart looped the loop
Well I could do no wrong.
Who can say what it means?
What goes on in between
Who can say what you see
And what gets in between you and me
Between you and me
Sweet as can be
Between you and me. |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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I can imagine nothing more tedious
Than trying to have fun with you again
Maybe it's just something in my mind
But I hate feeling like I'm trying all the time
It's a kind of lie
When we pretend that we're still friends
I'm sure you're not exactly short of people to
hang out and laugh at your jokes
Tell you you look great
You wouldn't want me around
Making it all feel "forced "
..and "put down"
And every time I smile to wonder if I'm laughin' at you
And with every little grin you don't want to be wonderin'
Just exactly what it is I'm taking pleasure in
Although I always said
We were basically the same and all one
All one
It's so easy to persuade myself
I'm clockwork and you're quartz
I guess that irony
Will surely be
The death of me
And every time I smile d'you wonder if I'm laughin' at you?
And with every little grin you don't want to be wonderin'..
Although I always said
We were basically the same and all one
All one
It's so easy to persuade myself
I'm clockwork and you're quartz
You're only happy when you're oiled and jewelled
You're only happy when you wind me up and I know
You're so reliable it isn't true
And it's so easy for me to break down
If I could jump a ride between the skin and silicon then
We could join hands and understand. Hallelujah!
But I listen
to the ticking
I guess we're worlds apart ...
It's so hard
So hard
I know there's no going back
And you know there's no going back
You're only happy when you're oiled and jewelled
You're only happy when you're oiled and jewelled
You're never happy
I need maintenance
I need patience
I'm not foolproof
I'm not waterproof
I'm not shockproof
Bombproof
Bulletproof
Fireproof
Leakproof
Childproof
Stainproof
Pressureproof
I know I told myself
We're all basically the same and all one all one
Y'know sometimes I just can't help myself
I'm clockwork and you're quartz
I'm clockwork and you're quartz
I know I never get the balance right
And turn up half an hour late night after night
And being totally dependable is so very commendable
Although you're never wrong
One of these days.. you're just gonna stop
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| There's always a problem child. There's always a difficult song - the one that isn't coming into the world without a struggle... On "Afraid of Sunlight" it was the title track; on "This Strange Engine" it was "An Accidental Man"; on "Marillion.com" it was "Go". Well, on this one, it was "Map of the World." The problem was that every lyric I wrote for it was rejected by Dave Meegan, who was looking for something he couldn't quite describe. Having written four complete lyrics for it I was at the hair-tearing stage and in serious risk of hating the whole idea, and Dave was already mixing the other tracks on the record. No pressure! Then an email arrived from Nick Van Eede (singer/writer "Cutting Crew") inviting me out to Barbados for a short holiday. He was languishing in the decayed splendour of a beautiful old plantation house - just across the fields from Eddy Grant - in the south of the island. Well, you might imagine how hard my arm needed twisting... I suggested to Dave that maybe I could pop down to the Caribbean and see if my old chum, Nick, could throw a new perspective on the problem child, and duly arrived in Bridgetown with a bag-full of loud shirts and a demo. |
| Nick met me at the airport and drove me to the house where he installed me next to the pool with a bottle of beer, and there I stayed as the sun quickly dropped down and the tree frogs and crickets began their fantastic, chaotic tropical chorus into the night. A hard life... |
| Well, we decided we'd leave the song for a few days and go about the serious business of being on holiday. The first days were spent recovering from the 5 hours of jet-lag and floating around the house in mild alcoholic haze enjoying rambling conversations with Nick's beautiful wife, daughter, and friends while Nick strode around the house with great sense of purpose... No one was ever quite sure why. On day four he sent us all out for the evening and descended to the basement with Marillion's backing track and a bottle of whisky. When I returned he said he'd hatched a couple of ideas and we worked through them. On one of his many sheets of paper he'd written the words "Map of the World" and I suggested we try this somehow as a chorus. On the fly he came up with the melody, and I moved it to coincide with a different part of the musical idea. This was the key that, at last, unlocked the song for me and I took everything back to England and started again. |
| I almost didn't get back though... |
| On one of the last days we chartered a catamaran and sailed around the island and up along the opulent west coast. In the afternoon we dropped anchor next to an inviting beach and I swam to shore alone to walk along the sand. I was feeling very mellow and in touch with nature when I came upon a little yellowy green apple at my feet. I picked it up and took a tentative bite to see if it tasted sour. It had a faint but pleasant taste of apple. I was about to take a further bite when a general commotion seemed to go up among the locals who began running towards me and shouting, "That's a Manchineel apple! Did you eat some of that? If you did, you gonna die boy!" Various onlookers arrived advising me to drink lots of seawater and milk and shaking their heads in disbelief at how anyone could be so nuts as to eat a Manchineel apple! It turns out that the Manchineel tree is so poisonous that when it rains and the rain drips from the leaves, it will actually blister your skin on contact. The fruit however are more poisonous than the leaves - deadly in fact. Luckily I had only managed a mouthful before all hell broke loose. I swam back to the boat - drinking the Caribbean as I swam - and told the captain what I'd done. He freaked and radioed for a doctor while pouring an entire can of condensed milk and a bottle of Pepto Bismol down my throat - which was beginning to burn as if I'd just finished a serious Vindaloo. After much questioning from the "best doctor on de island" via ship-to-shore radio, it was decided that only one bite from the apple wouldn't be fatal. I must confess I felt dodgy for the next three weeks, though - but that could have been down to drinking seawater, condensed milk and too much rum punch. Would you Adam and Eve it? |
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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 away
And the lights of the city pushin' a good time
Asking her out tonight
But she's saving her money for a better life
She's got a map of the world
Pinned up on her wall
She's got a map of the world
She's gonna go and see it all
She's gonna see it all
Watchin the people on the street today
Such a lonely sight
'Swore she could see their dreams go by
All cars and stars and buy buy buy
Runnin' on empty runnin' to stand still
No time for their own lives
Sleepwalking through the danger signs
And it feels a little scary
A little runaway
Letting go of all she's done
And the lights of the city, well they're all singin'
Buy some of this, c'mon
But when you lie to yourself
You lie to everyone
She's got a map of the world
Pinned up on her wall
She's got a map of the world
She's gonna go and see it all
She's gonna see it all
She'll empty the sand from her shoes
In Paradise
Sail out across the bay
She'll dance under an island sky
Until the break of day
She's got a map of the world
Pinned up on her wall
It's such a beautiful world
Glistening and magical
She's got a map of the world
Shining away in her mind
Colouring-in her life
This is the day she walks
She's gonna see it all
She's gonna breathe it all
Paris London New York
She's gonna see it all
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas, Eede |
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| Working Title: Springsteen |
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And if the bottle's no solution
Why does it feel so warm
And if that girl is no solution
Why did she feel so warm
And if to feel is no solution
Why do I feel
Why do I feel so tired
Why do I feel so broken
Why do I feel so outside
Why do I seem so blind
I'm so sick of feeling
It's ruined my life
If living rough is no solution
Why does it ease my mind
If looking back is no solution
Why are we all
Nothing but children
Children inside
Why do the Gods
Sit back and watch
So many lost
What kind of mother
Leaves a child in the traffic
Turning tricks in the dark
What kind of God?
I crawled around inside myself
It was a long way down
It was a mine and it was mine
And in the darkness
I saw a perfect mirror
Floating in space
When I meet God
I'm going to ask her
What makes her cry
What makes her laugh
Is she just stars and indigo gas
Does she know why
Love has no end
But it's dark-angel friend
Tearing women and men
Slowly apart
Stain
Don't do that
Scream
Don't do that
Fail
Never do that
Never do that
I want to go out
Don't do that
I want an adventure
Just stay..
I want
Just stay in
I want to make love
And if the bottle's no solution
Why does it feel so warm
And if looking back is no solution
Why are we all just children inside
And if to feel is no solution
Why does the whole damn world feel so broken
So outside and out-of-sorts
A perfect mirror
Floating in space
Waves and numbers
But oh, such beautiful numbers
And oh, such waves..
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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Goodnight my love
I'm so alone
And so surrounded
By your sweet memory
I cannot sleep
For all these dreams
They come to play
Till dawn comes stealin' them away..
The fruit of the wild rose
Hangs here with summer gone
Voluptuous crimson
As the days become colder
The fruit of the wild rose
In a warmer country
Where the sea meets the land
You may walk with your baby
In the afternoon
Perhaps some aroma
From a street café
Might sadden your eyes
Carry you away
The fruit of the wild rose
Sweet and so sour on the tongue
Swollen and crimson
As the light fades and shortens
The thorny wild rose
She gave me a summer but she's gone
As England faces the winter
In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind
Clearer than a photograph
No passing of time
Ever could fade
You and I
Shimmering ghostly
Like a wild garden from another life
Will you throw your arm
Turn your body round
Breathe a sudden sigh
Wherever you lie sleeping
Stir your hips
Feel the seed inside so sweet
Dreaming westbound waves
And a man comin' back from the sea...
Dreaming
Dance for me rose |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| "We didn't lie to you, folks. We told you we had living, breathing, monstrosities. You'll laugh at them, shudder at them, and yet, but for the accident of birth, you might be even as they are. They did not ask to be brought into the world, but into the world they came. Their code is a law unto themselves. Offend one, and you offend them all!"
Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
So unpleasant inside and out
So unpleasant inside and out
If you like I'll tell you about it
You wouldn't want to know
My heads full of water
Tears I never cried
Could you hold me under the shower
In the cold outside
So unsteady inside and out
So unsteady inside and out
If you like I'll tell you about it
You wouldn't want to be
Separated out
Separated out
Separated out
I need medical attention
Where's my memory gone
Everything I told you - including this,
I already forgot
Separated out
From the living stream
The thing that couldn't lie straight
Straight in the machine
So unstable inside and out
Don't know how much longer I'll take it
If you like I'll sell you a ticket
Or you can get in for free
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
"And now, folks, if you'll just step this way, you are about to witness the most amazing, the most astounding, living monstrosity of all time."
Can you feel my skin
Can you feel my bones
Can you put my spine in plaster and take me home
Can you kiss my face
Let me know it's there
Can you give it shape
Can you kinda care
Am I enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough of a freak
To be worth paying to see
Enough
Enough
They're pointing and laughing
They're pointing and laughing at me
"We accept her--one of us--gooble, gobble--we accept her--one of us--gooble, gobble..."
"You, dirty, slimy...FREAKS!... FREAKS!... FREAKS!...Get out of here!"
"Get out! You heard her! Get out!" |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: Separate It |
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| Trivia |
| The Sound clips used in this track are from cult 1930's Tod Browning film Freaks |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| I'm proud of "This is the 21st Century." There's always one that I think, "It was worth making that album just for that song," although I don't know for sure, because I'm still a bit too close to it. I suspect that in the fullness of time, that'll be the "Easter" of this album, if you know what I mean. It makes a point in a very interesting way, in that there are two parallel streams of thought running; two stories going on. One is general, saying "A wise man once said this, and it's all bollocks, isn't it," and at the same time as that's being said, there's also this character who's driving across town to go and meet someone, and you know they end up sitting on a rug by a fire making love. |
| But in amongst that there's this philosophical thing going along, "It's all mathematics, it's all in the brain, there is no God." It's the difference between where we've come, and the fact that we know God has been explained through mathematics and physics, heaven has been explained with astronomy, and human beings and everything that we are has been explained with biochemistry and the human genome; but we must still live. I personally refuse to accept that magic doesn't exist, and I think the day you accept that, you might as well throw yourself off a high building. |
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...If you could only see what I've seen with your eyes
A wise man once said
A flower is only
A sexual organ
Beauty is cruelty
And evolution
A wise man once said
that everything could be explained with mathematics
He had denied
His feminine side
Now where is the wisdom in that?
I came just as fast as I could
Through the dirty air
Of your neighbourhood
Your name on a grain of rice
Hangin' around my neck
And a head like lead
This is the 21st century
I heard everything they said
The Universe demystified
Chemicals for God
This is the 21st century
I heard everything they said
A wise man once wrote
That love is only
An ancient instinct
For reproduction
Natural selection
A wise man once said
That everything could be explained
And it's all in the brain
We lay on a velvet rug
by the open fire
She blew air on my eyelids
I cried "What's it all about?"
As she kissed my hair
She said "There, there.."
"This is the 21st century
I heard everything you said
The universe demystified
Astronomy instead
This is the 21st century
Can't you get it through your head
This ain't the way it was meant to be
Magic isn't dead
Come to bed
Come to bed
And rest your heavy head my love.."
And slowly, from above,
She showed the answer's something that can't be written down
This is the 21st century
Flash to crash and burn
Nobody's gonna give you anything
For nothing in return
There's a man up in a mirrored building
And he just bought the world
Would you want
To have kids
Growing up
Into what's left of this?
She shook her head,
She said "Can't you see?
The world is you
The world is me." |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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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?.. |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: Hardball Universe / Did You Ever Dream? |
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| Mark Kelly : |
| Whenever we write an album there are always bits and pieces left over. I suppose it's like making a film, some great scenes may end up on the cutting room floor. It's typically not a reflection on how good or bad these bits are but just because we haven't been able to turn them into a song or even part of a song. I remember one day in particular, H and I were attempting to put some ideas together into a song. Dave Meegan had gone to the trouble of listening through our ideas tapes. He made a list of each tape with a comment describing it and a note of the tempo. He also cross-referenced any ideas he thought might go together. This was a big help in pointing us in the right direction as to what might fit together from the unused bits. The four or five bits we strung together eventually became the music for "This is the 21st Century." I fired up a drum loop as a temporary rhythm to hang it on while Steve and I recorded a very rough version to tape for the approval of the rest of the band. As it turned out Dave really liked the loop, which made it onto the final version. We were getting very excited about how well all these disparate parts seemed to be slotting together. It's not usually so painless. H mentioned that while things were going so well that we should look at "The Russian Ice Skating Song" too. I didn't have a clue what the Russian Ice Skating Song was but thought we should look at the 3 Chord Song next as it showed a lot of promise. As things turned out we took a lot longer to put down a version of "21st Century" than expected, and it was time to go home before we knew it. We parted company agreeing to revisit the two ideas we didn't have time for that day. Working titles are useful as long as we all know what we mean, but sometimes it takes a while for us all to agree what to call something, even if it's only temporary. A bad working title can be the kiss of death for an idea. There would be little enthusiasm if one of us suggested trying the "Osmonds bit" as a chorus for a new song in progress! |
| A few weeks later we came across an idea on one of the working tapes that made both H and myself yell "that's it" As it turned out, we were talking about the same idea. It had only 3 chords and sounded quite Russian too. The lyric was taking a swipe at the likes of Whitney Houston. Technically great singing, but a bit lacking in the sincerity department. Musically, although it's just 3 chords repeating over and over, they are arranged in groups of 4 so the melody scans over them like so: GDCG, DCGD, CGDC... and so on. This makes a very simple chord sequence more interesting to sing over, and hopefully, to listen to. |
| As the writing progressed "Number One," as it became known, was almost forgotten about. Then during the recording, Stephanie Sobey-Jones, a cellist friend of ours, came down to play on a few tracks. H asked if she would be into jamming on an as-yet-unrecorded song. The idea being for the three of us to improvise the song "live" in the studio. We did it very quickly, in a few takes, a novel experience for Marillion! We decided the best place for it was the bonus disc, especially as Stewart managed to capture it on video as it went down |
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You sound truly heartbroken
You can do it. You're a pro
Agony from every pore. And such control
The orchestra swoops and the drum samples roll
You hold the high scream into the key change for the outro
It's another number one
And that's exactly where you're comin' from
But can you play me a song
For the deliberate loser
Like an Olympic ice skater you've put in the hours
Learned the routines and the high scoring loops
And even before you sing the sweet opening line
You're know that you're scorin' at least 5.9
Here come the flowers
I saw them gathered all around you
Hangin' on your every word
You were telling them you're master plan
World Domination
... any way you can
Don't you ever wonder if this will to win is a weakness?
Don't you ever wonder... |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: Russian Ice Skater |
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