Marillion Lyrics

Album: Brief Encounter

Fugazi Lyrics

(Fish / Marillion)

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell

Extinguishing the fires in a 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 the tears from the real

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 breathstroke ambition

An albatross in the marrytime tradition

Sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion

Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation

She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart 

She hung herself around my neck

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles

Safe and dry in my sea of troubles

Nine to five with suitable ties

Cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero

Becalm bestill, bewitch

Drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown 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

Magdalenes contracts more than favours 

The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard

Graffiti disciples conjure testaments of hatred

Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges

This is Brixton chess 

A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle

A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin

He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call

And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends

While his 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, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button

The penultimate migration

Radioactive perfumes

For the fashionably

For the terminally insane, insane

D-d-do you realise? 

D-d-do you realise? 

D-d-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