Marillion Lyrics
Marillion Lyrics
"Slainte Mhath Lyrics"
I Like Goils Lyrics
Forget the jar of vaseline Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen And yeah, You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap Ok, I know I'm s
Forget the jar of vaseline Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen And yeah, You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap Ok, I know I'm s
(Fish, Steve Rothery, Mark Kelly, Pete Trewavas, Ian Mosley)
A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far
Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins
You scrawl out your poem
Heart Of Soul Lyrics
Down and out in London Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh I drank a river in my time To get on through, yeah Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me And the blues, th
s across a beermat or twoDown and out in London Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh I drank a river in my time To get on through, yeah Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me And the blues, th
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and you to tell them the story so far
This is the story so far
And you listen with a tear in you eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply
Is Sl?inte Mhath
Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie
Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns
Holdi
Obscure Infinity Lyrics
Why it is so dark and cold, is this a dream or what? This place is so silent and calm, I'm left alone destined to rot. I hear them cry above me but why? I'm not dead, suffer from th
ng their own last orders commanding attentionWhy it is so dark and cold, is this a dream or what? This place is so silent and calm, I'm left alone destined to rot. I hear them cry above me but why? I'm not dead, suffer from th
We sit here and listen to all of the story so far
This is the story so far
Take it away
Take it away
Take it away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears of its broken men
(Chorus 4x) That 'Train That 'Train That 'Train will make ya think, sizzerp Sippin on some purple I'ma call it yurple Leaning to the sizzide Cool like I'm Erckle We
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line
Waiting on the whistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows
Broken promises but the whistle still blows
Waiting on the wistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the wistle to blow