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2CD Remastered Version
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| 'The King of Sunset Town' had already taken shape within a couple of hours of our first meeting (Jan 24 '89) in Pete T's garage in Aylesbury. In Brighton we just spent time arranging it. I rewrote the lyrics later in the year after the Tiananmen Square murders on the 4th of June. 'The 57th' refers to the Tank division of the army which rolled over the protesting students. What started out as a mythical idea was overtaken by events and Deng Xiaoping became main contender for King... he even rhymes... |
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A ragged man came shuffling through
A puppet king on the 4th of June
And butterflies from all around
Settled on his paper crown
A pretty sight it seemed to be
An avenue of eternal peace
But he said, "What is here can soon burn down..."
"I'm the king of sunset town"
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town
And in the night he comes to me
And the square becomes a battlefield
Of staring eyes that can't explain
The insanity and the greater game
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town
A ragged man came shuffling through
The corridors of this white place
And as he lay his body down
I saw the scars that lined his face
And injured souls came to his bed
To hear the stories he would tell
Of butterflies and summertimes
And everyone assembled here
Remembers how it used to be
Before the 27th came
This place will never be the same
He said "I'm the king of sunset town"
Watch a big wheel turning round
Some go up and some go down
Some go thirsty some just drown
"That's the law round here"
Said the king of sunset town |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| As I've perhaps mentioned before, I arrived in Brighton with a red plastic bucket full of cassettes of ideas I had been working on before I met Marillion. If we hit a dry patch during the day's jamming, the boys would say "Have you got anything in the bucket?" and we would have a listen... 'Easter' was in the bucket. I had started the song after my first visit to Belfast. I love Ireland - North and South - and, whether or not I have the right (it's a good point...), I wrote these words and married them together with a melody which set out to be, for Ireland, what 'The Skye Boat Song' is to Scotland. The boys liked the demo so I showed them the chords and, the first time we played it, Steve improvised the guitar solo just the way it is on the record - totally inspired... fortunately I had a cassette recorder running - I think there aren't many guitar solos in rock that can touch it... |
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A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of the first light came
A tattered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell
Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free
Out of the port of Liverpool
Bound for the North of Ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below
And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free
What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right?
When you tear them apart?
Will you sleep at night?
With the plough and the stars alight?
What will you do?
With the wire and the gun?
That'll set things right
When it's said and done?
Will you sleep at night?
Is there so much love to hide?
Forgive, Forget
Sing "Never again." |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| 'The Uninvited Guest' emerged in about five minutes from a lyric that arrived on the fax machine from John Helmer, which I sang across a jam in the Brighton studio. Living proof that the strength of an idea rarely corresponds to the amount of work involved in it's inception. Everyone has their own uninvited guest... who (or what!) is yours? Think about it... |
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You may not recall the moment that you asked me
But your invitation was clear
You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far to late
Now I'm here
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the one who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your fifteen-stone first-footer
I'm the uninvited guest
I was there when you said insincere "I love you's"
To a woman who wasn't your wife
And I fronted you the money
That you ran away and blew
On the biggest regret of your life
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your New Year's resolution
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the face you hoped you'd never see
But always knew you would
I'm the one thing you knew you shouldn't do
But did because you could
I'm the evil in your bloodstream
I'm the rash upon your skin
And you made a big mistake all right
The day you let me in
And you can fly to the other side of the world
You know you'll only find
I've reserved the seat behind you
We can talk about old times
Cause I'm the one who knows what scares you
I'm the who loves you best
I'm the thirteenth at the table
I'm the uninvited guest
I'm the Banquo at your banquet
I'm the cuckoo in your nest
I'm your fifteen-stone first-footer
I'm the uninvited guest
Let me in!
I'm your New Year's resolution
I'm the uninvited guest |
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| Lyrics: Helmer, Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Words by John. A nostalgic lament about cold English Winters and their loss to global warming. Once you've got your own children you start to think about what kind of a world we're leaving them with... and which of your dearest memories might be impossibilities in the future. |
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Getting close to seasons end
I heard somebody say
That it might never snow again
In England
Snow flakes in a new-born fist
Sledging on a hill
Are these things we'll never see
In England
We'll tell our children's children why
We grew so tall and reached so high
We left our footprints in the earth
And punched a hole right through the sky
We'll tell them how we changed the world
And how we tamed the sea
And seasons they will never know
In England
So watch the old world melt away
A loss regrets could never mend
You never miss it till it's gone
So say goodbye, say goodbye
We'll tell our children's children why
We grew so tall and reached so high
You never miss it till it's gone
So say goodbye, say goodbye
To seasons end |
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| Lyrics: Helmer |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Years ago when I was part of 'The Europeans' we sometimes rehearsed around the corner from Holloway Women's Prison. I think prisons are fascinating places, like all alternative societies, and I used to stare up at the walls and watch the gate police. Years later I saw a documentary on TV. A camera crew had been allowed to film inside. A lot of tough girls for sure, but among them, there were women who should have been in mental hospitals - not prison. Victims of an 'underfunded' society which would lock up the desperate rather than tend to their troubled minds. |
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I was out in the cold of a North London street
A cog in the hurrying world
Above the walls and the gate police
I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl
She was reachin' out of a window
From a space just a few inches wide
'Till the hand of justice pulled her back inside
One day, freedom will unlock your door
So hold on, believe on
Be who you were before
One day, freedom will unlock your door
I know how hard it can be to wait
For proof you were right all along
Self-destruction is easy for you
We know what you're capable of
But like a needle in a haystack
The truth gets so disguised
In a kingdom built on madness and on lies
One day, freedom will unlock your door
So hold on, believe on
Be who you were before
In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright
So hold on, hold on
It's gonna be all right
You're lookin' up at a mountain
Between you and the outside
But there isn't a mountain in this whole world
Hasn't been climbed
One day, freedom will unlock your door
So hold on, believe on
Be who you were before
In deepest darkness, the faintest light looks bright
So hold on, hold on
It's gonna be all right
One day, freedom
One day, freedom will unlock your door |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| After Bowie, before the wall came down, before yours truly... and long before U2, Marillion recorded the 'Misplaced Childhood' album at Hansa Recording Studios, Berlin. I was an occasional visitor of the city myself back in those days. To me the wall was like the so-called 'skin' on the boundary between water and the air. It created a surface tension which pervaded it's neighbours on both sides. To the East it goaded and drew those who would risk their lives trying to cross to 'freedom' and 'fortune' |
Its neighbours in the West seemed compelled to live in a permanent state of celebration, perhaps to spite the totalitarianism next-door, so there was always some bizarre party to be found raging at any time of day or night in the many clubs and bars. People dressed flamboyantly (I think I was wearing red fur and leather) or in drag. A feeling of underlying carnival by-night juxtaposed the militarist tension by day. To me, the whole place felt dreamlike - a piece of theatre... which I suppose is true. After all, Berlin at that time was a work of post-war fiction. All circuses are tragic. We were trying to capture all this in a song... I stole the crows from the end of XTC's 'Senses Working Overtime'... also, the guitar overdub on verse 2 of 'Berlin' was sampled and played with midi-gloves when we toured and, I wrote the middle of 'Splintering Heart' (from the next album, 'Holidays in Eden') with them at a sound check in Milwaukee... |
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The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze
Black leather crackles and cold water runs
As she touches the walls of memory maze
And the shadows of men she has known fill her day
She's held half the world in her arms so they say
But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart
And she puts on her clothes lives her life behind bars
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
Sighs at the skylight gets lost in the haze
Black leather crackles and cold water runs
As she touches the walls of her memory maze
Someone got stranded in no man's land
Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands
Nobody knows who's side he was on
It's a risk that you take in no man's land
Nobody knows what made him decide
To run for freedom and to certain suicide
When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl
He's clutching a photograph of a Berlin party girl
Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads
Come in from your ditches in your silent fields
Where intensified light from a rifle sight
Makes the darkness day
And the day too bright,
And we wake up without you
We wake up without you
With a hole in our hearts
You mad dog shaven head bottle-boy freaks
In Martens and khaki, drunk on sake
You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn
Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and drawn
The butcher, the baker, the munitions maker
The over-achiever, the armistice breaker
The freebase instructor, the lightning conductor
The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the tailor
The black market mailer
The quick and the dead
The spotlight dancer
The quick and the dead
We wake up without you
With a hole in our hearts
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze |
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| Lyrics: Helmer, Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| A song about the deliberate and stubborn pursuit of innocence, long after innocence is lost. Also the pain and futility of a restless spirit. A love song |
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There's a line on her jeans that a ball-point made
From a careless mistake that she can't wash away
And there's a heart on her sleeve from a spill of red wine
There's a piece of green in the blue of her eyes
She named it after me
There's a stray dog she feeds that she found in the street
And he loves her to hold him, but he won't let her keep him
And he claws at the door to be let out at night
And she makes do without him, and she worries about him
She named him after me
So if you ever decide that you have to escape
And travel the world, and you can't find a place
Well, you could wind up believing
That paradise is nothing more than a feeling
That goes on in your mind
So if ever find out what that is
There's something you could do
'Cause if I ever hold that golden dream again
I want to tell you
I'm gonna name it after you |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| A four minute rocker. I can't think of this song without remembering the video shoot - it was at the Brixton Academy and the first time I ever came face to face with Marillion's fans. You've always been good to me - even on that first day when we were strangers. I remember looking along the front row at someone in an 'Iron Maiden' t-shirt standing next to someone in a 'Sugarcubes' shirt. No wonder the media can't understand us! I have flat-battery days when I think everything I've written and done has been rubbish. You charge me up. Thank you and whoopee! |
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I feel so strange what's wrong with me
You've got a problem that you can't see
But I've got a feeling all the rumours are true
I see the girl's got a hook in you
You carry on believing
That you can take or leave it
Now who are you deceiving
Cause when its own up time
She's in back of your mind
She's got her hooks in you
You said you'd never let it happen again
You spend your money and you're deeper in
Your fair-weather friends call two by two
To let you know what's wrong with you
But now your heartbeat's thumpin'
You watch your nerve ends jumpin'
Well I can tell you something
When it's own up time
You're gonna toe the line
She's got her hooks in you
She's got her hooks in me too |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth, Helmer |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Feeling fragile. I once saw an Amsterdam tram rip the side off a parked car which had been left too near the tramlines. It did so without slowing down. In terms of mass, the competition was so one-sided, like a ball-bearing and a feather, that I often wonder whether the tram driver noticed it happen. The damage was massive, inevitable, and casual. It's an enduring memory. I have occasionally been the tram. And I have often been the car. |
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On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling towards something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing your car in Amsterdam
He did it without knowing, didn't feel a thing
He just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars
Is something that you know
A billion miles of darkness
Left your feeling low
The space around the stars
Is something that you know
Everything about you
So perfectly restrained
But everything inside you
Bites you
Everybody in the whole of the world
Feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world
Is the same this time
Is the same inside
In the whole of the world |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas, Dugmore, Harper, Woore |
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| Steve Hogarth : |
| Legend has it that many years ago, a ship was transporting a huge church bell from the foundry where it was struck, to the Abbey at Whitby. In bad weather the ship was wrecked and the bell tore itself free to lie on the sea-bed. On stormy nights, the bell rolls on the sea floor and tolls under the water to mourn the passing of sailors. In Whitby there are those who say they have heard her ghostly moaning. We originally excluded this song from the album on the grounds that it was too 'yo ho ho and a bottle of rum' for comfort |
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I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor
In the sunken bones of a broken ship
On the shadow line where whispers creep
To the world above from the world beneath
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge
Of the murky world for an iron bell
That dragged me down to the ocean depths
And rang to mark where my shadow fell
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold
'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives
I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed
In a silent grave of silver sand
And rolled in the sway of an iron bell
I've heard it said when they go to sea
On stormy nights you can hear her moan
She tolls for the mourning of my own death
And echoes here on the village stones
I dreamed of silver I dreamed of gold
'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives
I dreamed of the moment of my own death
That no one ever dreams and lives
That no one ever dreams and lives |
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| Lyrics: Helmer, Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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The alarm by the bed
Wrings the dreams from my head
It's a new day
Leave the flakes in the bowl
Milk unopened, I'm gone
But I'm still late
Join the fight for a cab
Take our place in the jam
And watch the clock again
There is a man in my head
I think he came from the screen
Or the bible
All he wants is for me is to be strong
But I seem to be unreliable
You know it gets so hard
When everything you are
Is everything you don't want to be
But at the end of the day
You're the one who burns it all away
The end of the day
You're the one, you're the one
The end of the day
So won't you show me those pictures you hold in your head
And can you lose me somewhere inside them all
Because there are colours that run through the heart of me
That only you can see
But at the end of the day
You're the one who burns it all away
The end of the day
You're the one, you're the one
The end of the day
You're the one who burns it all away |
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| Lyrics: Hogarth |
| Music: Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley, Rothery, Trewavas |
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