So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned..........As you grow up and leave the playground Where you kissed your prince and found your frog Remember the jester that showed you tears, The script for tears....... There's a point in your life, you got to reach and when you do, you know it, and now I'm here,If I held out my heart and offered my hand would you take it, if I showed you the stars would you follow, let me show you the way to the thirteenth star.

I follow the thirteenth star.





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torsdag 12. august 2010

Marillion "Suger Mice"






I was flicking through the
channels on the T.V.
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
. . .

'Cause I know what I feel
know what I want need
I know what I am

Daddy took a raincheck.
'Cause I know what I want

know what I feel and I know what I need

Daddy took a raincheck
your daddy took a raincheck.
Ain't no one in here that's
left to blame but me

Blame it on me
blame it on me.

Well
the toughest thing
that I ever did was talk to
the kids on the phone

When I heard them asking questions
I knew that you were all alone.
Can't you understand that the
government left me out of work

I just couldn't stand the looks
on the faces saying what a jerk.

So if you want my address
it's number one at the end
of the bar

Where I sit with the broken angels
clutching at straws and nursing our scars.
Blame it on me
blame it on me
sugar mice in the rain

Your daddy took a raincheck
your daddy took a raincheck.

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