Marillion

Marillion

This strange engine
Composição de (John Helmer/Steve Hogarth/Mark Kelly/Ian Mosley/Steve Rothery/Pete Trewavas)
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There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a holy place 
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He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog,  saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes 
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Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant 
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Dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed 
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No more than a baby feeding swans on the river,  holding the hands of his mother 
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And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread 

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And his father on the other side of the world on the ship's railings and some far away tide 
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With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes 
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In his far away eyes 

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  The smell of the wax on the wooden floor,   mixture of polish and soap 
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  No children to fear or to play with,   rows of empty hooks for the coats 
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An upright piano and the boys in the choir    still remind him of just before he was born 
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  Remind him of just before he was breathing,   strange misty visions of God 
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  Turn the cities into families,   into villages of souls 
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  Hovering in the air while they're sleeping,   with their houses invisible 
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  Send to me the ghosts of Christmas,   whispering,     "You're the only one" 

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1 1 1 And ever since I was a boy, I never felt that I belonged 1 1 Like everything they did to me was an experiment to see 1 1 How I would cope with the illusion, in which direction would I jump 1 1 Would I do it all the same as the actors in the game Bb F Or would I spit it back at them and not get caught up in their rules Bb F And live according to my own and not be used, not be used Eb Bb To find the fundamental truths, it was gonna take some time Ab F# Thirty-five summers down the line, the wisdom of each passing year Ab F Seems to serve only to confuse, seems to serve only to confuse Eb Bb Fm F#maj7 Ab F Eb Bb Ab F#maj7 Ab 1 1 1 1 1 1 Fm Eb Bb Fm F#maj7 Ab (NC) F#maj7 Ab Gm Cm Dm F Gm Cm Dm F Daddycame out of the navy and took us away to his dirty grey home town Gm Cm Dm F And he worked down a coal mine for National Service so that he could be around Gm Cm Dm F Gm Cm Dm F There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust of his Triumph motor bike Gm Cm Dm F Gm Cm Dm And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight Gm Cm Dm F From the horizon came home from the Navy to the mine Gm Cm Dm F From the horizon to buried alive Gm Cm Dm Took his dream underground F Gm Cm Dm F Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes Dm C F G Dm C F G And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine of a half-remembered afternoon Dm C F G A cloud of bees with no particular aim and no brain found the boy Dm C F G Decided that his time had come Dm C F G Dm Came down out of the sky, stung him in the face again and again C F G Blue pain, screaming like baptism, intravenous, Jesus Dm C F G Like being chosen from something with no brain, blue pain Dm C F G Dm C F G Dm C F G Dm C F G Dm C F G It's happening again, it's happening again Am Dm Em G Am Dm Em G Am Dm Em G Dm Am G F Am F Am Em C D Em C D Em C D Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me? Em C D Oh, Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory? Em C D Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay, Table Mountain, flying fish Em C D Em C D Banana spiders, pots of paint and the sun on the Equator Em C D Setting like an ember thrown to deep water Em C D From crimson to black Em C D But coming back tomorrow Em D Em D Em D Cmaj7 D Em D Em D Em D Cmaj7 D On the horizon Em D Em D Em D Cmaj7 D Em D Em D Em D Cmaj7 D Em C D Em C D The blue pain fades to a point where it doesn't fade Em C D Em C D It stayed blue Em C D Em C D And stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine Em C D E A G D This love, this love, this love E A G D This inconvenient, blind blood-diamond, this puzzle E A G D E This love, this blind blood-diamond, this puzzle, I don't understand A G D E A G That knows no faith and tries and fails and tries again D E A G D E Stares at the sea, the night's dark deep for one last time A G D E And bleeds and bleeds and dies for you A G D E A And lies and is to blame and is ashamed G D E And is not the same and is true A G D E A G D E Is true, is true, is true, is true, is true, is true, is true, is true

Enviado por: Bruno Saraiva

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