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1CD Retail Version (Jewel Case)
Our Price: £9.99 | £8.50 Outside Europe |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Occasional Marillion lyricist John Helmer writes a "turmoil and divorce" story as the music chops and changes, punchy here and delicate there, from film-noir through funk, grunge and The Beatles, with an accidental Beach Boys moment. "We wondered if it was throwing too many curves, but it's gone down quite well." |
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When I leave you
I will leave you
Things that might not help you
Things that might
Problems that I never solved
Dreams to keep you up at night
As I leave you
I will leave you
Things that stick for ever
Things that slide
Mysteries I swallowed whole
Happiness I couldn't share
I will leave you
Promises I never kept
I will leave you
Stories that I never told
Principles betrayed or sold
Love I tried to spread too wide
I will leave you
Muscles you can grow in hate
I will leave you
Summer darkness
Winter light
Young mans shame and
Old mans pride
When I leave you
I will hate to leave you
That's the heat that grows
With growing old
So never let me leave you
Never let me leave you
Cold
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| Lyrics: Helmer |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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They got money, they got sun
They look like they're havin' fun
Don't it seem it's so unfair
They know something you don't know
They've got a better place to go
They're thin and rich and they don't care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
They've got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if we're really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if we're really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Gentle, breathy harmonies, tinkling keyboards and some lyrical guitar playing from Steve Rothery deliver a contrastingly energetic message: "Change your life, why don't you? What harm could it do?" |
| "It's whimsical, it's dreamlike," continues Hogarth. "It's a holiday in the mind. But at the other end of the spectrum, it's a total revolution, a take-everything-down-and-start-again song. I'm very fond of "Go!" |
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Turn your life upside down
Take a car into town
Wait until the world's asleep
And tear it up and never stop again
Take a train to the sea
Stay up all night ..and be
It only takes a fraction of a second
To turn your life upside down
Take a train to the sea
Be anyone you want to be
A little spark of light inside your mind
Safe and sound off the ground upside down
Wide awake on the edge of the world |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: Upside Down |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| A spritely number that you may well end up whistling in the bathroom. It emerged from a poppy Doors-style jam. The words combine a series of personal thoughts and quotations compiled by Mark's partner Angie. |
| "I thought they were all positive philosophies, a code by which you could live. "It's by spending ones self that one becomes rich" I thought was such a fantastic idea. It's a celebration of life, really. Absolutely full-on, positive, no cynicism, no sarcasm. We finally pulled off that rare thing of writing something that's happy and, at the same time, is real and manages to avoid the vacuous, playroom trap." |
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Reality is something that you rise above
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run
The fearful fall foul of fate as often as the reckless
You don't need money to be rich anyhow
Spending yourself is what it's all about
No tears
No lies
No pain
No doubt
No darkness
No confusion
No loneliness, despair
No more, no more
It's all illusion
If you have made mistakes
There's always another chance for you
You can start over again at any moment
Any little time you choose
Talk about failure
To fall is not to fail
Failure isn't about falling down
Failure is staying down
Energy makes energy anyhow
Spend yourself and get rich right now
No tears
No lies
No pain
No doubt
No darkness
No confusion
No loneliness, despair
No way, no how
It's all illusion
Reality is something that you rise above
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are
There's always another chance for you
You can start over again
Start over again
Over again
Any little time you choose
Get rich right now |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: Swing Doors |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Steve Rothery's laid back and soulful guitar, pitched somewhere between Peter Green and Hendrix in a mellow mood, gave birth to this "positive love" song. |
"It's about the magic of feeling great and very chilled out and spacey and smiley. I wrote it in a café called "Viva Vida" in Sao Paolo. When you're incredibly tired, which, of course, you usually are on tour, you get into a euphoric state of mind that comes out of exhaustion. I was sitting there in the afternoon with my body-clock all upside down, just watching the people on the avenue, killing time, and I was trying to write about being in love with life while at the same time thinking about love-making, and losing yourself in a person, and the electricity." |
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| Viva Brasil, Viva Vida
Bound up in this energy ball again
Laughing and bouncin' off the magic
Rollin' under like a surfboard in a wave
Washin' me up ...I want to do it again
Entwined in her arms
Spinning around and submarine beneath the deep of her
Climbing the forks of the lightning
Building a rod for my back it's all right, it's all right
Dreamin' a dream that only the sleepless know
Chilling the afternoon in "Viva Vida"
Watchin' the sun slide down the avenue
So real...
I feel...
Dizzy to fever with this love
The blues and the greys are waved away inside a day with her
Riding the forks of the lightning
Feeling the sparks along my back it's all right, it's all right
I thought I was born to take and to damage
But I'm giving and healing and feeling
Ultramarine and ultra-serene
Climbing the forks of the lightning
She told me today it'll be okay it's all right, it's all right
I'm a submarine in this ocean |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: The Forks of the Lightning |
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Best of three, the angel said
As daylight burst behind his head
Jacob all night wrestling with his angel
Then out into the boul' St. Mich
He cruises in a new Corniche
Now doesn't God stand up for B-A-S-T-A-R-D-S
Baby you can't lose it
You'd be mad to choose it
Don¹t you know he was born to do you down
You can't cheat your fate girl
Check the time and date girl
Don't you know he was born to do you down
But guys who show how much they care
Try hard to please and get nowhere
You know that every girl round here got built-in bastard radar
Baby you can't lose it
You'd be mad to choose it
Don't you know he was born to do you down
'Cause what will be will always be
Though stinging kills the honey bee
You know that every girl on Earth's got built in bastard radar
I'm singing "one-two" in the mike
You know I'm testing
I'm singing "Death where is thy sting?"
It's only resting
And thank God every woman knows
It's piss and wind and fancy clothes
That make a man a man
Thank God for built-in bastard radar |
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| Lyrics: Helmer |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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She took my hand and said "Let's go together"
"You and me against the world"
And so we stuck it out through still and stormy weather
And so we tumbled down the years
I took her hand and said "Let's go together"
Just you and me against the world
Let's go together
Stay together
We'll tumble down the years
And we'll come to find the key behind it all
We never stopped to see if we were still in step
We never checked each other's eyes
To see who lived in there behind them
And down the years we disappeared
Let's go together
Say no together
We'll tumble down the years
Let's try together
Let's lie together
We'll tumble down the years
And though we never found the key behind it all
I think we came to know the meaning of the fall
Let's go together
We said "forever"
You and me against the world
Hold on together
And damn the river
We'll tumble down the years
We'll tumble down the years
We'll tumble down the years |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth, Helmer |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Trivia |
| This song was originally recorded in its entirety for the Radiation album. At the last minute it was scrapped and left off of Radiation. The band returned to it for marillion.com, and re-recorded the song |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| The marathon. It opens quietly, to pattering drumbeats, before plunging wildly into a Keith Emerson-esque keyboard explosion. From here on in the moods and tempos fluctuate, with the guitars, the vocals and an intuitive rhythm section taking turns to create the drama in each new development. |
| Steve H has contributed an equally complicated lyric, which introduces us to a "funny little girl" who can't quite carry-off her bohemian pretentions. The focus moves to Hogarth himself, and his realisation and guilt that by writing from personal experience, you empower your work only to cheapen the memory or the emotion which inspired it. |
| "One day, you'll have exhausted everything that you are. Everything that was ever precious to you will have gone, to be redefined in verse 2 of some song or other, and then what are you gonna do, when you run out of life to write about?" |
| The song ends with Steve standing on Primrose Hill, staring down and over London, pondering empty conversation "What a waste of lips" and the observation that we now spend our lives staring into screens - computers, TV's, car windows. "What a waste of eyes" |
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As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bear
And your C.S. Lewis books
Bad seed
You're a bad seed
You're a decadent in chrysalis
Waiting sleepily to emerge
When you'll visit every seedy need
Of your random obsessive urge
All the ruses that you use
All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
All the poisoned attitudes
And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own
Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
Every rainy day by e-mail
As you lie there on your bed
Another virtual page arrives
There will be times when you remember me
Of the chapters you'll be writing
As the voices echo in your head
In the book called wasted lives
As you read Henry and Anais
All the lost weekends and booze
All the finger-and-thumb screws
All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus
Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
Use the anger
Paint a picture of it
Throw the colours
Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion
As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper
Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldn't feel like this
But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain
Tattooed in that private place
Microsoft and tears
Intimately pierced
Discovering and remembering
You felt like this somewhere before
Stirrin' up the bed of the river
Somewhere you don't like to go
You wrote this down so many times
But you get up anyway and you write it down again
You've bored us all to death with this
Well who you gonna tell
When you've nothing left to sell
She says she's lonely
She says she knows me
But she's a one-way street
She told me what I already know
"If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it
It's already broken"
Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
So many empty conversations
What a waste of lips
Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill
Look down upon the city
A heart pumping the roads
In our racing stripes
We rejoice at being "connected"
Without touching
Thank god for the internet
We stare at our screens
All our lives
What a waste of eyes
'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care
Left to rust and go nowhere
All this gold beneath my skin
Sparklin' like sin somewhere within
In so deep
In so deep that
I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus |
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| Lyrics: Helmer, Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Trivia |
| This song was originally recorded in its entirety for the Radiation album. At the last minute it was scrapped and left off of Radiation. The band returned to it for marillion.com, and recorded a completely new version. |
| Click Here to read the alternate lyrics from the original version |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Marillion pay homage to Massive Attack! Chilling into a dub groove, they add mute trumpet and keep us up late at night in a jazzy rainy backstreet somewhere in the city. |
| "Funny, while we were working on this song overdubbing in the studio I picked up a copy of "Q" and read this interview with "Massive"s Robert del Naja and when he was asked what he was listening to at the moment he said, among others "some old progressive rock albums" which was kind of surprising and a little spooky considering what we were working on." |
| The song is really about ghosts: "It's about how a house tends to exude the pain or joy of what has gone on inside it. During the near-collapse of my own relationship a couple of years ago, the house seemed to somehow ooze the pain we were in, even when nobody was there. There wasn't a level to which I could turn up the hi-fi that drowned out the silence that was still there." In case you're wondering, there's a happy ending, and that same house feels different these days. |
| "We're doing fine. It's a happy house, actually." |
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This house aches
I whistle it's tune
After so much noise
Freedom is silence
Half the house is missing
Taken half of me with it
I had imagined this
Hurting in a different way
Hurting in a different way
I still have the hi-fi
Quiet at all volumes
As my dull thoughts
Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell under water
When she cries she cuts me
And when she smiles I wanna die
Afraid of knowing myself
Our eyes stare out while we hide inside
Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it
The open windows
Let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song
But the silence here finds a way to stay
Some kind of explosion
God, if you hear me
Throw me a line or strike me down
Do you refuse even to accuse
C'mon, do your worst
But lift this curse
Built this house on solid ground
But now it's crumbling tumbling down
Will nobody here even cry out for help?
As it slowly collapses into itself
Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it
Hanging on to this pain
It's no good
It's no good
But we try again
We try again |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Working Title: This House Aches |
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As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bears
And your C.S. Lewis books
Bad seed
You're a bad seed
You're a decadent in chrysalis
Waiting sleepily to emerge
When you'll visit every seedy need
Of your heartbreak obsessive urge
All the ruses that you use
All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
All the poisoned attitudes
And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own
Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
In your soul are many mansions
And your heart are many mysteries
And you'll visit every room in time
Of your friends Henry and Anais
All the lost weekends and booze
All the complicated truths
Everything we prostitute to feed Interior Lulus
Interior Lulu
Interior Lulu
Use the anger
Paint a picture of it
Throw the colours
Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion
As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper
Burn and curl
Discovering and remembering
You felt like this somewhere before
Stirrin up the bed of the river
Somewhere you don't like to go
You thought you couldn't feel like this
You said never again but you're waking up in pain
Tattooed in the private place
Intimately pierced
Intimately pierced
What do I know?
She told me what I already know
Then she said
"If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it
It's already broken"
All this gold beneath my skin
Sparklin like sin somewhere within
In so deep
In so deep that
I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus |
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| Lyrics: Helmer, Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Trivia |
| This song was originally recorded in its entirety for the Radiation album. At the last minute it was scrapped and left off of Radiation. The band returned to it for marillion.com, and recorded a completely new version. |
| Click Here to read the final lyrics |
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