1.Freaks
(derek dick, mark kelly, steve rothery, peter trewavas, ian
mosley)
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential？
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental？
Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown？
Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece
of ground？
She said all the best freaks are here
She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So i said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night？
You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light
Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following
you？
Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you
He said all the best freaks are here
He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So i said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me, stop
staring at me
Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call
You feel the eyes burn the back of your head
Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last
laugh
Feel the whispers as you head for the plane
Stop staring at me
Love and linen sheets seem so very far away
You save your pennies and you buy another day
But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game
There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name
All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here
Please stop staring at me, all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Oh, stop staring at me, oh, stop staring at me
They said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
All the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
2.Fugazi
(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
3.Kayleigh
(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed college halls
Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square
Do you remember i thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't i break your heart？
Please excuse me, i never meant to break your heart
So sorry, i never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh is it too late to say i'm sorry？
And kayleigh could we get it together again？
I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end
Kayleigh, oh i never thought i'd miss you
And kayleigh i thought that we'd always be friends
We said our love would last forever
So how did it come to this bitter end？
Do you remember barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember loving on the floor in belsize park
Do you remember dancing in stilettoes in the snow
Do you remember you never understood i had to go
By the way, didn't i break your heart？
Please excuse me, i never meant to break your heart
So sorry, i never meant to break your heart
But you broke mine
Kayleigh i just wanna say i'm sorry
But kayleigh i'm too scared to pick up the phone
To hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home
Kayleigh i'm still trying to write that love song
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone
Maybe it will prove that we were right
Or ever prove that i was wrong
4.Lady Nina
(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But there's one place left to go before the taxi home
After all you've made your marks
One night you'll play elizabeth taylor
The next night you're marilyn monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes
Oh, lady nina, where did all the romance go？
Your little sister babysits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
'cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned
It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe it's for real
Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich
Lady nina, i'd love to take you home with me
But i love my wife and i love my family
I've got a good job, responsibilities
And i need to keep respect from society
I know you'll never act with me, i know that you're in love with
me
So how do i compare to the sailors of the ships of the night？
Was i all right？
Did you come tonight, lady nina？
You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
5.Script For A Jester's Tear
(derek disck／steve rothery／ pete trewavas／ micheal pointer／mark
kelly)
So here i am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say i love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play
The game is over, the game is over
So here i am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts, roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say i love you
Too late to restage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream that's born from sorrow
I never did write that lovesong
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did i gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of morning
Promised wedding now a wake
Promised wedding now a wake, awake
The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer 'why？'
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
So i'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game
I've gone solo in the game, but the game is over
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me
Do you love me, the jester's tear
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say you love me
Can you still say that you love me？
The jester's tear, the jester's tear
Do you love me
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