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Lyrics: Blind Curve

Artist: Marillion
Song: Blind Curve
Released: 1985
Rating: 20.8 out of 100
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Blind Curve lyrics
I) Vocal Under A Bloodlight

Last night you said I was cold, untouchable.
A lonely piece of action from another town.
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely.
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm saving myself.

II) Passing Strangers

Strung out under a necklace of carnival lights.
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night.
I'm too tired to fight.

So now we're passing strangers, at single tables.
Still trying to get over,
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers.
All those passing strangers.

And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies,
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.

III) Mylo

Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down,
And we sat and cried on the phone.
I never felt so alone,
He was the first of our own.
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity.
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity.
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity.

Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home,
and an interviewer threatened me with a microphone,
'Talk to me, tell me your stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain,
and he looked out the window and it started to rain.
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy.
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed in the floor.
Inviting me to casual obscenity.

IV) Perimeter Walk

It would be incredible if we could
Retrace all the times that we lived here.
All the collisions.
Wasted, I've never been so wasted.
I've never been this far out before.

Perimeter walk.
There's a presence here.
I feel could have been ancient,
I could have been mystical.

There's a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood,
Give it back to me, give it back to me.
A childhood, the childhood, the childhood,
the childhood, the childhood.
Oh please give it back to me.

V) Threshold

I saw a war widow in a laundrette,
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes.
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetary eyes.

I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war.
They're going to even the score.
Oh... I can't take any more.

I see black flags on factories,
Soup ladels poised on the lips of the poor.
I see children with vacant stares,
destined for rape in the alleyways.

Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say goodbye?

I see priests, politicians?
The heroes in black plastic body-bagsm under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands,
drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam.

I can't take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can you justify?
They call us civilised!

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