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альбомы: This Strange Engine
This Strange Engine
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Marillion
альбомы: This Strange Engine
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There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakesLived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant Dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bedNo more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's breadAnd his father on the other side of the world On the ship's railings and some far away tide With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad In his far away eyes, in his far away eyesThe smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coatsAn upright piano and the boys in the choir Still remind him of just before he was born Remind him of just before he was breathing Strange misty visions of GodTurn the cities into families, into villages of souls Hovering in the air while they're sleeping With their houses invisible Send to me the ghosts of Christmas Whispering, "You're the only one"And ever since I was a boy I never felt that I belonged Like everything they did to me Was an experiment to seeHow I would cope with the illusion? In which direction would I jump Would I do it all the same As the actors in the game?Or would I spit it back at them And not get caught up in their rules? And live according to my own And not be used, not be usedTo find the fundamental truths It was going to take some time Thirty five summers down the lineThe wisdom of each passing year Seems to serve only to confuse Seems to serve only to confuseDaddy came out the navy and took us Away to his dirty gray hometown And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service So that he could be aroundThere was a magical purple in the chrome Of the exhaust of his Triumph motorbike And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill Of the hard corner holding tightFrom the horizon came home from the navy to the mine From the horizon to buried alive Took his dream underground Buried his treasure in his faraway eyesAnd one day as the boy lay sleeping In the sunshine of a half remembered afternoon A cloud of bees with no particular aim and no brain Found the boy, decided that his time had comeCame down out of the sky, stung him in the face Again and again, blue pain, screaming like baptism Intravenous Jesus like being chosen Something with no brain, blue pain It's happening again, it's happening againOh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me? Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory? Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, table mountain Flying fish, banana spiders, pots of paintAnd the sun on the equator Setting like an ember thrown to deep water From crimson to black But coming back tomorrow on the horizonThe blue pain fades to a point Where it doesn't fade, it stayed blue And stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine This love, this loveThis love, this inconvenient Blind, blood-diamond, this puzzleThis love, this blind, blood-diamond This puzzle I don't understand That knows no faith and tries And fails and tries againStares at the sea The night's dark deep For one last time and bleeds And bleeds and dies for youAnd lies and is to blame And is ashamed And is not the same And is true, is true Is true, is true and lies [Incomprehensible] Is true
Это интересно:Marillion (Мариллион) — британская прогрессив-рок-группа. Основана в 1979 г. в английском городе Эйлсбери, графство Бакингемшир.Группа выпустила уже 17 студийных альбомов, при этом принято делить творческий путь коллектива на два этапа. Первый связан с основателем группы, вокалистом Фишем (Fish), покинувшим ансамбль в 1988 году, а второй этап ассоциируется с заменившим Фиша Стивом... продолжение
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