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| Marillion Clutching At Straws Slainte Mhath --- Track 9 of _Clutching At Straws_ --- A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado a carbon trail scores a moist fresh palm Trapped in the indecion of another fine menu and you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far This is the story so far Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins you scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two and when you declare the point of grave creation They turn round and you to tell them the story so far This is the story so far And you listen with a tear in you eye to their hopes and betrayals and your only reply is Slainte mhath Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie parading their anecdotes tired from oldd campaigns holding their own last orders commanding attention we sit here and listen to all of the story so far This is the story so far Take it away, take it away, take it away Take me away >From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bliston Glen >From a Clydesdale that rusts from the tears of its broken men from the realisation that we've been left behind is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line Waiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here waiting on the whistle to blow They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows broken promises, and the whistle still blows The whistle still blow (Oyster Bar, Edinburgh, Coutry Bar, Dalkeith) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK] |
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