Letra de This Strange Engine de Marillion en Melomanet



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Artista:

Marillion

Discos:

Afraid Of Sunlight

Tales From The Engine Room

This Strange Engine

This Strange Engine


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 lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river holding the hands of his mother, and the wax paperbag of yesterdays bread

And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships 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 eyes

The 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 coats
An 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 God

Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they’re sleeping
With their houses invisible
Running as fast as I could run
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 see
How 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, and not be used
To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line
The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Seems to serve only to confuse

Daddy came out the navy and took us away to his dirty gray home town
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service so that he could be around
There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust of his triumph motor bike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight
From 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 far away eyes

And 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 come
Came down out of the sky
Stung him in the face
Again and again
Blue pain
Screaming like baptism
Intraveinous, Jesus
Like being chosen
Something with no brain
Blue pain from something with no brain
I can’t explain
It’s happening again

Oh 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 paint
And the sun on the equator
Setting like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to black
But coming back
Tomorrow on the horizon

The blue pain
Fades to a point where it doesn’t fade
It stayed
Blue
Stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine
This love

This love
This inconvenient, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle
This love
This blind
Blood-diamond
This puzzle
I don’t understand
That knows no faith
And tries and fails
And tries again
Stares at the sea
The night’s dark deep
For one last time
And bleeds
And bleeds
And dies for you
And lies
And is to blame
And is ashamed
And is not the same
This truth
This truth
This truth
This truth
And lies
And is to blame
And is ashamed
And is true





larry soto

para mi todos los trabajos de marillion con fish son tremendos porque cada uno tiene un anbiente muy particular claro como toda gran banda de rock sinfonico sienpre manteniendo su esencia pero para mi la obra maestra de marillion es CLUTCHING AT STRAWS es lo mejor bueno cuidense mucho todos y cuidemos nuestro planeta

Alberto

Sin duda para mi con Fish, es otra cosa, la verdad q con Hogart poco y nada

Robinson

Marillion es una banda que reune la musica rock,neo clasica,pop,lo cual la hace bastante progresiva,respetando siempre las partes instrumentales,una gran banda,en especial los tres primeros discos.

Patricio

Son simplemente fantasticos, los dos vocalistas no sabria a quien escoger como mejor ambos tienen su estilo
en fin la banda es genial

rodrigo

tremenda banda , los escucho desde que tenia 10 años , tube la suerte de ver a fish y marillion cuando tocaron en chile . de la primera
etapa me gusta el disco clutching straws , disco redondo y con steve horgath me gusta el disco brave. las dos etapas tienen su encanto.yo
soy fanatico de ambas . he crecido escuchando a marillion y el disco marbles me sorprendio por lo hermoso de sus melodias. saludos a los fanaticos de esta gran banda.