This Strange Engine Lyrics

Song	This Strange Engine
Artist	Marillion
Album	This Strange Engine
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	作词 : Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley ...
	Lyrics：Steve Hogarth Music：Marillion
	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

	zuo ci : Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley ...
	Lyrics: Steve Hogarth Music: Marillion
	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 bulldogsaw
	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, blooddiamond
	This puzzle
	This love
	This blind
	Blooddiamond
	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

	zuò cí : Hogarth, Kelly, Mosley ...
	Lyrics: Steve Hogarth Music: Marillion
	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 bulldogsaw
	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, blooddiamond
	This puzzle
	This love
	This blind
	Blooddiamond
	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

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