From: spec!spec (Tom Freeman)
Newsgroups: alt.music.marillion
Subject: Re: Helloooooo
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 92 21:30:53 PDT
Distribution: world
Organization: spectrum bbs

> Well, I'm glad to know that at least 6 other people in the US have
> Marillion albums and will admit it..

I've just joined this newsgroup.  I was pleasently surprised to find
it existed!   I've got most of the Marillion albums and some unusual
remixes on British imports, some of which ended up on the "Six of One
Half Dozen of the Other" greatest hits CD.

Forgive me if this has been posted before, but why did the group
change vocalists?   I was shocked when I picked up "Seasons End" and
found a different vocalist.  And how many solo albums does Fish have
out now, one or two?

> Can someone post or send me the lyrics to Fugazi, specifically the
> counter-part at the beginning of the song.  I can't hear it clear
> enough to get.

There is an FTP site where you can grab the lyrics from all of the
Marillion albums.  They also have a couple of GIFs.   Let me know if
you're interested and I'll send you their FTP address.   I'm working on
converting the older album covers into GIFs myself.

Fugazi:


Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell,
Extinguishing the fires in my private hell,
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover,
Baptised in tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race,
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth,
(Caress Ophelias hand with breastroke ambition,
The albatross courtship, marrytime tradition,)
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion,
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation,
(But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
and crucified herself around my neck)
From the time-life-gaurdians in their conscience bubbles,
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles,
Nine to fives with suitable ties,
While I'm cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero,
becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now,
Praying deportation for his sacred cow,
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union,
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs,
This magdalene contracts more than favours,
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of the swastika of 45' parading a peroxide standard,
Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred,
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges,
This is Brixton chess
A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle,
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin,
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll car,
Linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends,
While a generation digests high fibre ignorance,
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows,
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens,
Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration,
Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane,
Do you realise, do you realise, do you realise, this world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets,
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary


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