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Marillion
Marillion


Background information
Origin Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire, England
Genre(s) Progressive Rock
Neo-progressive rock
Art Rock
Pop Rock
Soft Rock
Acoustic Rock
Alternative Rock
Years active 1979—present
Label(s) Sanctuary Records
Capitol Records
EMI Group
Castle Communications
Caroline Records
Edel Music
E1 Music
Associated acts Steve Hogarth
Steve Rothery
Ian Mosley
Fish
How We Live
The Europeans
Arena
Iris
Ben Castle
Transatlantic
Kino
Website Website
Members
Steve Hogarth
Steve Rothery
Pete Trewavas
Mark Kelly
Ian Mosley
Former members
Fish
Mick Pointer
Diz Minnett
Brian Jelliman
Doug 'Rastus' Irvine



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Marillion Lyrics

"Incubus" lyrics


Lyrics: Dick
Music: Dick/Kelly/Rothery/Trewavas

When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned
My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift
Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career
You played this scene before, you played this scene before
I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction

The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
The public act, let you model your shame
On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat walks

I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before
I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, satisfaction

You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity
You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens
You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
Just like a greasepaint mask

But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past
I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun
It's just begun

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows
Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt


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