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2CD Remastered Version
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| The lyric came to me in a flash early in February of 1990. I went for a walk in Toronto - I was on my way to the CN tower - the world's tallest structure or something like that - doing the tourist thing, and I wrote it down with a felt pen on a photo wallet that was the only piece of paper available. I was feeling lonely and I could sometimes feel it pricking at me. It's an icy place in February - Toronto - and I was imagining a heart shattering from it's own hardness.. or coldness. I still like the imagery in the last verse.. ".. a cross for a kiss.." Ain't that the truth? The song started life a few weeks later at a sound check in Philadelphia when I tried the words over a big, dark, droning jam. The song can be heard closest to it's original form on a live recording at Bath Moles Club which is included on CD2. The middle section was written with midi-gloves triggering guitar samples (from "Berlin") at another sound check in Milwaukee.. Chris N suggested a sequenced synth intro instead, keeping the band out of the song until "..but not as much as this!" which I think is quite amusing .. and a good shock |
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There's a hot hard hurt
Burning under her skin
And it pricks her like thorns
And it's needles and pins
And it twists in her body
And I know what it is
And I'm paying in pain
But it's the cost of the high
'Till the weight of the secret
And the weight of the lie
Makes my heart want to burst
Feel the ache as time goes by
Getting better and worse
Getting better and worse
And there's a screw that I tighten
As I dream of the kiss
And it twists and it cuts me
And you know what it is?
It's a fragment of love
From a splintering heart
And it tears her apart
But not as much as this
So you save up your tears
For the moments alone
'Till the splinters you gather
Leave you glass-hard and numb
And the same sun is shining
On the old and the young
On the saints and the sinners
On the weak and the strong
And there's a burning and freezing
And a cross for a kiss
So she learns to stop dreaming
And you know how it is
With these fragments of love
And this splintering heart
With the fragments
And this splintering heart |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| This song is a hybrid of a song I'd written a while back in How We Live called "Simon's Car" and an anthem chorus idea. Steve Rothery suggested the chorus melody, which started life as a "hey" but was later lyricised to "pain.. and heaven". Chris actually put this song together from two ideas he found on a cassette of sketches. We'd never have written this without him. Lyrically, it's a fantasy about beautiful women - an intensity of beauty which intimidates and scares. The examples are stolen from movies, art, literature, and pop videos |
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Cover my eyes
The light falls on her face
Dangerous lines
Dangerous colours and shapes
Ferocious designs
Connected and ready to play
Buttoned up tight
Crimson and Halloween-white
She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors
Pain and heaven
Pain and heaven
The meaning of life
A hair falls out of place
Cover my eyes
Dangerous colours and shapes
And when she moves
Cover my eyes
She like the girl on the TV with the red guitar
Like the girl with the dealer at the end of the bar
She's like the girl with the smile in the dream in the dark
Like the girl overtaking in the open car
Pain and heaven
Pain and heaven |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| I started work on this during the Season's End writing sessions. I was trying to capture the atmosphere of the first teenage parties I went to up in Yorkshire. I was young and naive and everything about them seemed mystically illicit and dangerous. The man in the off-licence used to let me buy a bottle of cider even though I was only sixteen (and only looked fourteen!) These were my first forays into the wild world of alcohol, girls, dark rooms, joss sticks, patchouli oil and Led Zeppelin. Phew!.. One night at Stanbridge we had a Mexican Evening - we all hired ponchos and big hats, blacked out our teeth with wax crayons, ate magic mushrooms and drank tequila. I spent the evening with my hand in a bowl of rice and later, in the garden, I remember watching the moonlight dripping in the trees like the juice of some unearthly tropical citrus fruit. That's where the "succulent light" came from. When I finally went to bed and got undressed I only managed to get one sock off - the toes on my foot kept turning into little pigs, and then back into toes.. I watched them for hours.. which in fact, was probably about two minutes. |
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She bought a bottle of cider
From the shop on the corner
They didn't stop her
Thought she was older
She took a bus ride
To a name and a number
A house full of music
And a hatful of wonder
And some of the people
That she thought that she knew
Were never like this
When she saw them at school
She's never been anywhere like this before
Everybody's so out of control
She was in a back room
Full of strange aromas
And noises and candles
That was where he found her
He took her to a garden
Full of rain and silence
And she could smell the soil and the trees
And see the succulent light from the little fires in his eyes
Pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted
Then it's twelve o'clock
And the last bus is gone
They're gonna go crazy
When they hear what she's done
And higher is lower
And less is like more
She's never felt anything like this before,
And then it was yesterday
He said, "Oh, by the way"
"Welcome to your first party..." |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| I had written these words standing in a field near to the rehearsal studio in Brighton, one day. I'd been away from home for most of the eighteen months since I joined the band and I was beginning to feel alienated from my wife, and daughter (Sue and Sofie). It was a beautiful day and I had a head full of the natural things all around me and the sense of separation from the people I love most. I imagine it's worse for them than it is for me and these words are an attempt to say "It's okay, you're with me here.." and to argue against the myth that to be single is to be free. I remember being single... I don't remember it being great. The chorus melody was inspired by a little bit of instrumental music that Mark had done. I took it away and wrote the verses. This is probably the softest song the band has ever done and I think Steve and Ian had some trouble getting used to it. It got a lot of airplay when it was released and I remember someone at EMI saying he'd jump out of the window if it wasn't a big hit... He lied. |
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You landed in my life
Like a new and brighter light
That made all my past seem in the shadow
I always used to believe
That beauty was skin deep
But I need a new word to describe you
And the time that it took to take down the wall
Was the time that it took for me to fall
Hopelessly weak
No one can take you away from me now
Don't worry if they take me away
No one can take you away from me now
Don't matter how long we have to wait
The days before you came
Were really all the same
A greyness I used to call freedom
Endless nights out with the boys
The boasting and the noise
To think that I ever believed them
No one can take you away from me now
Don't worry if they take me away
No one can take you away from me now
Don't matter how long we have to wait
I don't care what they think
You're all I believe in
I carry you here
And there's something of you
In everything that I love
No one can take you away from me now
Don't worry if they take me away
No one can take you away from me now
Don't matter how long we have to wait
No one can take you away from me now
Don't worry if they take me away |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| The first lyric by John Helmer on this album. A girl he knew had gone on holiday to South America and "gone native" for a while. When she got back home she had problems picking up the threads of her old life. We could all relate... This was the song the band came up with while I was off being ill. Looking back, I think we could have made it a lot wilder musically to reflect the primitive connotations in the lyric |
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Did you ever feel that just by jumping on a plane
All your cares would drop away
And you'd be born again
Returning to a nature child
Happy wild and free
But forgetfulness is a river
And you know where the river leads
Holidays in Eden
Life before the fall
See no, hear no, speak no evil
Feel no guilt, feel no guilt at all
Naked through the jungle
Mud between your toes
Following the river
Where the river flows
The creatures of the forest bid you
"Welcome to the dark"
Nothing here can hurt you
Darkness has no heart
Holidays in Eden
Paradise regained
See no, hear no, speak no evil
Throw your past away
You wake up one morning
Wondering who you are
There's a map of a new country up on the wall
All your new lovers merge into one
You've done everything under the sun
There's a date on the air ticket
And the money's gone
Back in your own country
Nothing seems the same
No one comes around at night
Or uses your new name
Hearing silent whispers
Old friends are acting strange
No one wants to know you now
People say you've changed
Holidays in Eden
Life before the fall
See no, hear no, speak no evil
Feel no guilt at all
Holidays in Eden
Paradise and light
Heaven loses you to this world
Leaves you alone
Kiss your home goodbye
(She says she's lonely) |
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| Lyrics: Helmer, Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| This one I co-wrote with Colin Woore - the other half of my previous band, How We Live. Chris Neil had somehow heard the song and really wanted Marillion to cover it. It seemed an odd idea but we gave it a try and it worked well. At the time, it was the first "cover" the band had ever recorded. We were later to record a real cover - Rare Bird's 'Sympathy', explained below... |
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In all the time that I've known you
You've been so edgy and nervous
I never wanted to own you
I was aware of the danger
Of making a bid for your favours
You're such a natural stranger
I made excuses and ran
You're an island
But I can't leave you all out at sea
You're so violent with your silence
You're an island
I can't sleep
Won't you speak to me
I'm on dry land
Won't you help me please
In all the time that I've known you
There has been something between us
I don't think it's my imagination
I felt like I couldn't touch you
But I had the feeling you'd love to
Tell me the truth if you could do
I made excuses and ran
You're an island
But I can't leave you all out at sea
You're so violent with your silence
You're an island I can't sleep
Won't you speak to me
I'm on dry land
Won't you help me please |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Woore |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| I like the restrained power in the verses against the release of the chorus. We were trying to create that sense of magic below the surface of ordinary existence. I could go on about all this, but the song probably says it better anyway. |
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I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping
I hear the darkness breathe
And the rain against the window
After all this time
Cynical and jaded
All the stones are diamonds
All the blues are faded
Everything I've been through
All I've seen and heard
Spend so much of my life
In the spiritual third world
But you came and brought the rain here
Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
We can talk without talking
From inside to inside
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
We took ourselves apart
We talked about our faces
You said you didn't like yours
I said I disagree
I keep the pieces separate
I clutch them in my coat
A jigsaw of an angel
I can do when I feel low
From emptiness and dryness
The famine of our days
I watch the heavens open
Wash it all away
You came and brought the rain here
Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
On the edge of exploding
Something wild and alive
Something waiting to happen
Any time that you like
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| I'd written these words about the threat imposed upon a relationship by two people moving from where they grew up and met, to a city. The feeling that the city is seducing your lover away from you.. and being jealous of it... and knowing it will win |
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The cars leave their trails of hot and cold light inside my head
Like burned-in long exposure pictures
The wheels spin slowly backwards
Strobing in the amber light
And the rain comes down and washes my brain
But it don't get clean
This town has turned me into what I have become
This town dresses me up like a stranger
This town performs in the window like the ultimate gift
This town takes us down
I feel like I'm losing you to this town
We were saving our money for half of our lives
We were saving our dreams
And we came to this place to make the chances real
In the big city
But I've been counting the days
I've been watching you change
And I can feel it dying
The noise outside takes you in its arms
Like a lamb to a lion
And down there somewhere among the noise
The magazine dolls and the big money boys
Move silently on their easy heels
They move silently on their greasy wheels
This town has turned me into what I have become
This town dresses you up like a stranger
This town hangs around in the doorway and tells me I'm late
This town takes us down, takes us down
I feel like I'm losing you to this town
The morning breaks and I watch you awake
This town takes you down away from me again |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| I called the section (between "This Town" and "100 Nights") "The Rakes Progress" in reference to the famous series of lithographs by my namesake, William Hogarth... Seems pretentious but it was a joke I couldn't resist. For the little reprise of "This Town" at the very end I imagined all the people on the escalators going down the underground at Waterloo station mumbling the mantra together... |
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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 |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| We got into the idea of developing "This Town", exploring the consequences of becoming bitter and taking revenge on the city - using it, and the people in it, for your own ends... becoming a champion of the city through manipulation and some kind of two-faced cynicism. Playing it all like a game. It was easy to create this fiction - I've been in the music business for over a decade and, believe me, there's no better place to meet these guys. He discovers that his ruthlessness makes him perversely attractive. Am I ringing any bells?.. |
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A hundred nights of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses
I feel it change
And stay the same
As each day passes
They invite me to their gatherings
In the finer parts of town
They seem attracted to my indifference
The irony just knocks me out
And I love them as if I love them
And they reciprocate with "help"
But I look up at these mirrors sometimes
And I can't see myself
They say that some are born to burn
And some are born to give
They say that people live and learn
Some people only live and live
You don't know that I come here
But if you did, you would know why
So we close our eyes
You didn't notice me
As I passed you on the stairs
How could you ever guess
Looking at my face
How closely I share your taste
How well I know your place
Even the clothes you wear
I've seen them when you're not there
You say that you can win win win
If you know how to play the game
But while you're out there playing you see
There's something you should know
She spends your money
She spends your money on me |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| A song about souvenirs... John Helmer had a friend who was in the habit of photographing his girlfriends at a certain favourite location. Every girlfriend he'd had in his life had been innocently lured to this same spot, unaware that she was to become part of a series of similar snapshots. The photographs were assembled in an album, which he would peruse from time to time in secret. Well, it's not illegal... but it's not entirely wholesome either. John was inspired! He wrote this lyric which explores the desire to capture and to possess someone at a moment in time - to keep them forever. |
| I was a little worried about it turning into something downright nasty so we tried to hang it on some sweet and naive-sounding music which makes the song sound pleasantly insane, without losing it's perverse undercurrent. |
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I've got a photograph
I took a picture of you
I took your picture in front of my favourite view
You play the part so well
You look so sure and free
No one could ever tell that you belong to me
And 'cause you lie so well
I've got to pin you down
Under lock and key
So you will always be in my collection
If you can't speak you can't lie
If you can't run, you can't hide
I know a place you can't die
So no one lives inside
My collection
I want to capture you
I want to immortalise
The way you play with your hair
The way you flash your eyes
I taste the air you breathe
I taste the food you eat
I keep your nails and hair
And some of the clothes you wear
If you can't speak you can't lie
If you can't run, you can't hide
And if you're dead you can't die
So no one lives inside
No one lives inside my collection
I've got some photographs
I'd like to show them to you
Though you don't know the girls
You'll recognise the view.. |
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| Lyrics: Helmer |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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A hundred nights of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses
We all change and stay the same
With every day that passes
The Helter Skelter on the pier
Swings out over the sea
A red and yellow fairground on the ocean
Get your thrills and spills for 50p
I watch the money tumbling
Down from moving shelf to moving shelf
You don't know that I come here
If you did you would know why
You don't know
Staring at the wooden floor
Looking down between the cracks
You know I'm scared of heights I'm scared to drop
Into the hall of mirrors by the house of wax
There's something in my face
I've never seen before
It wasn't there yesterday
Somebody I don't know
Something in my face
Coming out of the darkness
Out of the nightmare
Coming out of the walls
Something
You don't know that I come here
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