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.

"...there are times when Fish produces moments of such magic that you realize that only a veteran would know how to deliver such a moving experience after all these years." (Britsound)

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mandag 1. november 2010

Marillion "Forgotten Sons"

Second part of Forgotten Sons by Marillion

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
I must fear evil
For I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers
From the nameless, faceless watchers that parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
In their guarded bureaucratic wombs

Minister, minister care for your children,
Order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom?
The power and the Glory
Forever and ever


Halt who goes there?


Approach........ friend

You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
Where the childrens stony glances mourn
Your death in a terrorist's smile
The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alleys sing with shrapnel, detonate a temporary hell

Forgotten Sons

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember mondays signings when from door to door you dash
On the news the nation mourns you, unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you'll be famous
But labeled posthumous

Forgotten Sons
Forgotten Sons

Ring o' ring o' ring o' roses, they all fall down
Ring o' ring o' ring o' roses, they all fall down

Peace on earth and mercy mild
Mother Brown has lost her child

Just another Forgotten Son

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