Blind Curve: Vocal Under a Bloodlight / Passing Strangers / Mylo / Perimeter Walk / Threshold (2017 Remaster) - Marillion.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Steve Rothery/Mark Kelly/Peter Trewavas/Ian Mosley/Derek Dick
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Derek Dick/Peter Trewavas/Ian Mosley/Mark Kelly/Steve Rothery
[00:00.000]I. Vocal Under A Bloodlight
[00:14.332]Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
[00:23.547]A lonely piece of action from another town
[00:29.800]I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
[00:38.438]Can't you stay away?
[00:41.554]Just leave me alone with my thoughts
[00:46.044]Just a runaway, just a runaway
[00:53.791]I'm saving myself
[01:01.949]II. Passing Strangers
[01:06.260]Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
[01:11.399]Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
[01:18.001]I'm too tired to fight.
[01:22.591]So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
[01:26.938]Still trying to get over
[01:29.340]Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
[01:35.412]All those passing strangers
[01:39.705]And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
[01:46.553]Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
[02:40.560]III. Mylo
[02:44.043]Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
[02:48.540]And we sat and cried on the phone
[02:51.339]I never felt so alone
[02:55.262]He was the first of our own
[03:00.599]Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
[03:04.621]Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
[03:08.660]The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
[03:16.122]Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
[03:20.205]And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
[03:24.829]'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories."
[03:48.413]So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
[03:52.240]And he looked out the window and it started to rain
[03:56.253]I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
[04:04.327]So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
[04:08.436]And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
[04:12.755]Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
[05:09.539]IV. Perimeter Walk
[05:13.614]It would be incredible if we could
[05:15.665]Retrace all the times that we lived here
[05:21.941]All the collisions wasted, I've never been so wasted
[05:35.725]I've never been this far out before perimeter walk
[05:44.069]There's a presence here
[05:49.054]I feel could have been ancient,
[05:51.942]I could have been mystical
[05:54.974]There's a presence
[06:00.093]A child, my child
[06:05.700]My childhood, a misplaced childhood
[06:17.926]Give it back to me, give it back to me
[06:25.140]A childhood, that childhood
[06:38.669]Oh please give it back to me.
[06:44.068]V. Threshold
[06:59.192]I saw a war widow in a launderette
[07:02.009]Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
[07:08.290]She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
[07:13.186]A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
[07:17.350]I see convoys curb crawling West German Autobahns
[07:22.436]Trying to pick up a war
[07:25.279]They're going to even the score
[07:29.284]Oh... I can't take any more
[07:35.430]I see black flags on factories
[07:38.003]Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
[07:44.239]I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
[07:51.525]Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
[07:57.438]Should we say goodbye?
[08:10.798]I see priests, politicians?
[08:13.461]Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
[08:19.734]I see children pleading with outstretched hands
[08:24.151]Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
[08:28.334]I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
[08:37.433]How can we justify?
[08:41.807]They call us civilised!