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| Marillion Script For A Jester's Tear Garden Party Track 4 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_ Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play, social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers, edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber, time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still Cam waters. Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again. Apertifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer. Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow, may I be so bold as to suggest Othello. Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs Oh please come they say Rugger is the tops a game for men they say. Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash, posers pose pressmen flash. Smiles polluted with false charm, locking onto Royal arms, Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd. |
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