New #review today: "What #StealingTheFire has on offer here is a powerful slab of excellent #NeoProgressive, influenced perhaps by the classic British prog school, bands like #Camel, Trick-era #Genesis, #Solstice, classic #Marillion, and a touch of #Yes, with a powerful keyboard presence throughout." #ExposeOnline #ProgRock http://expose.org/index.php/articles/display/stealing-the-fire-a-raven-for-a-dove-3.html
#progrock #exposeonline #yes #marillion #solstice #genesis #camel #neoprogressive #stealingthefire #review
Octopus's Hanging Garden Party
#BuildASongOutOfSongs
#HashTagGames
#FrankensteinDay
#Beatles
#TheCure
#Marillion
#marillion #thecure #beatles #FrankensteinDay #HashtagGames #buildasongoutofsongs
I was flicking through the channels on the TV
On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations
Trying to find out where to lay the blame
But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it
There's no one here that's left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain
I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time
For when it gets right down to it there's no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
We're just sugar mice in the rain...
Lyrics can be timeless:
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
They boarded up the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner
You can't take a photograph of Uzis on a street corner
The DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say
Surface scratched where the needles play, Uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here
Terror in Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery
Someone else in someone else's pocket
Christ knows I don't know how to stop it
Poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh
I heard in on the telegraph there's Uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
The more I see, the more I hear, the more I find fewer answers
I close my mind, I shout it out but you know it's getting harder
To calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's all right
My ideals, my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons
They're burning down the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner
The heralds of the holocaust, Uzis on a street corner
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows
This resurrection we can't allow, Uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
I sit in the bar sipping iced White Russian
Trying to score but nobody's pushing
And everyone looks at everyone's faces
Searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence
Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
In the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
I know that they would rather be standing here besides me
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home
You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away it's gonna come back another day
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home
Racing the clouds home
#marillion #whiterussian #clutchingatstraws
At that time of the night
When streetlights throw crosses through window frames
Paranoia roams where the shadows reign
Oh, at that time of the night
At that time of the night
Your senses tangled in some new perfume
Criticism triggers of a loaded room
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me
How do I feel inside
I could honestly tell you
We've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me have some free time some day
With all good intention I would probably run away
Clutching the short straw
At that time of the night
When questions rally in an open mind
Summon all your answers with an ice cubes chime
At that time of the night
At that time of the night
Pretend you're off the hook with the telephone
Your confidence wounded in a free fire zone
Oh, at that time of the night
So if you ask me
Where do I go from here
My next destination even isn't really that clear
So if you join me and get on your knees and pray
I'll show you salvation
We'll take the alternative way
Clutching the short straw
If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over there
A companion in my madness in the mirror the one with the silvery hair
And if some kind soul could please pick up my tab
And while they're at it if they could pick up my broken heart.
Warm wet circles
#marillion #thattimeofthenight
On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause at the jewelers shop display
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they commit themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool player rests on another cue
Last nights hero picking up his dues
A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
She's staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your hometown
Standing all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles
The warm wet circles
I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
A classrooms shabby butterflies
Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes;
Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations,
Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
Sharing cigarettes with experience
With her giggling jealous confidantes,
She faithfully traces his name
With quick bitten fingernails
Through the tears of condensation
That'll cry through the night
As the glancing headlights of the last bus
Kiss adolescence goodbye
In a warm wet circle
Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart,
A warm wet circle
Like a bullit hole in central park,
A warm wet circle
And I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles
She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the fidra lighthouse
Giving it all away before it's too late
She'll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle
Giving it all away and showing no shame
She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart
A warm wet circle,
She'll realise that she played her part in a warm wet circle
Teenage war brides
It was a wedding ring,
Destined to be found in a cheap hotel
Lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took its bow
The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
Introducing characters to memories like old friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour
The pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
As if in nervous anticipation of another day
#HotelHobbies
#Marillion
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=rS3h1z2EoEI&feature=share
Do you remember this one?
"Do you remember
Chalk hearts melting on a playground wall?
Do you remember
Dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls?
Do you remember
The cherry blossom in the market square?
Do you remember?
I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry?
And Kayleigh, could we get it together again?
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh, I never thought I'd miss you
And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end?
Do you remember
Barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars?
Do you remember
The loving on the floor in Belsize Park?
Do you remember
Dancing in stilettoes in the snow?
Do you remember?
You never understood I had to go
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh, I just want to say I'm sorry
But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone
To hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home
Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone
Maybe it will prove that we were right
Or it'll prove that I was wrong"
#kayleigh #marillion #misplacedchildhood
«Clutching at Stars Live in the USA 2008», el nuevo álbum en vivo del musico escocés Derek William Dick, más conocido como «Fish», ex vocalista de Marillion.
#Fish #EstrenosMusicales #LiveAlbum #ProgRock #Música #Marillion
🎶🔗 https://songwhip.com/fish2/clutching-at-stars-live-in-the-usa-2008
#fish #estrenosmusicales #livealbum #progrock #musica #marillion
1980s Fish-era Marillion live music is the stuff of dreams. I regret never getting to see them play.
#music #progrock #marillion #fish
Muszę to w końcu z siebie wyrzucić (znowu 😂 ). "Weltschmerz" Fisha to bardzo słaba płyta jest, koło "opus magnum" nawet nie leżała, i przykro, że Ryba tak kończy karierę (jeśli faktycznie skończy). Podobne odczucia mam zresztą wobec Marillion, oni skończyli się dla mnie na Kill 'Em All... znaczy na Marbles, kolejne płyty są stopniowo coraz mniej słuchalne, nie rozumiem zachwytów nad F.E.A.R. czy An Hour Before It's Dark. There, I said it.
#Fish #Marillion #Weltschmerz #Muzyka #ProgRock
#fish #marillion #weltschmerz #muzyka #progrock
https://kscopemusic.bandcamp.com/album/fireworker
#alternative #fireworker #gazpacho #marillion #norway #norwegian #progressiveRock #rock #prog #progRock #progressive #progressiveMetal #London #np #nowplaying #music
#alternative #fireworker #gazpacho #marillion #norway #norwegian #progressiverock #rock #prog #progrock #progressive #progressivemetal #london #np #nowplaying #music
Back to the 80's #music #Marillion #Rock #album https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_5kc3tleEY
#album #rock #marillion #music
Marillion - 'Seasons End' (1989) (Deluxe Edition) (3cd+bluray) (2023)
cd2178
#playallyourcdsagain #playallyouralbumsagain #albumcollection #Marillion
#marillion #albumcollection #playallyouralbumsagain #playallyourcdsagain #NowPlaying #NP
Marillion - 'Seasons End' (1990) (Deluxe Edition) (3cd+bluray) (2023)
#Marillion's 1st album with then new singer #SteveHogarth and it's a good one! 'The Space' is such a tremendous track. This Deluxe Edition has a new remix, concert recordings and lots of (visual) extras. A great box set.
#stevehogarth #marillion #NowPlaying #NP
I’ve been listening to this band for 40 years and tonight they blew the roof off the place - https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/marillion/2023/de-montfort-hall-leicester-england-63b96623.html #marillion #marillionweekend