MARILLION - Radiation


    1. Costa del Slough 01:24
   2. Under the Sun 04:13
   3. The Answering Machine 03:48
   4. Three Minute Boy 05:59
   5. Now She'll Never Know 04:59
   6. These Chains 04:49
   7. Born to Run 05:12
   8. Cathedral Wall 07:19
   9. A Few Words for the Dead 10:31
    [Credits]

  Costa del Slough


The hole in the ozone layer is allright by me
Makes England warmer in the summer
Them tropical guys had it too good too long
High time they learned to sing another song
And anyway, what's wrong with the odd melanoma
If it gets us all out of the coma.

  Under the Sun

>
It used to rain
Dreary and grey
Most every day
But not any more

We come out of our homes
We lie down
Under the cloud that never comes

We roll in the radiation
And we make love
Under the sun
Under the sun

The polar ice is melting
'Suits me fine
We go to the beach
On the Northern Line

We watch the sea
Comin up the street
Under the sun
Under the sun

It used to rain
Dreary and grey
Most every day
But not any more
We take off our clothes
And have some fun
Under the sun
Under the sun

  The Answering Machine


We flew here to see you
My feelings and I
I looked down the city
From up in the sky

The sun was reflecting
From the roofs and the water
Spring had come early
In the parks and the old town

I came with a mission
To patch up a dream
We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
Into the answering machine

I came two thousand miles
Just to take a look at you
But you were broken and frozen
A heartbreak of a statue

In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be
I stared at myself and I called for some help
Into the answering machine

The day slipped by and I tried and tried
You took me home and you said "Goodnight, Sleep tight"
On the floor by the bedroom door
I watched you sleep and I left before first light

The bugs don't bite
The bugs don't bite
The bugs bite

From the land of the frozen
To the land of the low
We journeyd together
But we were always alone
So if I should come calling
Best not pick up the phone
Cause I'm no good for you and you're no good for me
Let me talk to the answering machine
I can cope with the answering machine
I'm a friend of the answering machine

  Three Minute Boy


Here today
Gone this afternoon
Another tune
We almost remember

What's the story
Sex and drugs again
Business as usual
The clock's already ticking

La la la la

When he was young
Staring at the TV
He watched the fun
Happenin' to other people

Now they scream
As they run after him
Like a dream
Like Elvis and the Beatles

A three minute song is all he wrote
He only did it for a joke
They played him on the radio
From Tokyo to Timbuktu

A three minute boy, ain't that somethin?
They named their children after him
The good times rolled beneath his feet
He skipped along the one-way street

She's a pretty girl
She don't know how it started
She made a movie
He almost remembered

She measured up
They moved into a basement
"We're so in love!"
They giggled to the nation

La la la la

Three minute millionaire they said
The numbers rattled round his head
They spun him three times round the globe
She waited patiently at home

And all the pretty girls wanted him
In places that he'd never been
Too much love will do you in
Forgive Forgive Forgive Forgive

Yeah Yeah Ooo

Three minute kid is here again
Surrounded by three minute friends
He found someone to understand
To shock the world and hold his hand
No religion, No restrain
No direction, No complaints
No future and No way out
No time to think about it
All the moneys gone
He don't know what they spent it on
Girlfriends gone off with the jag
Gone back to her mum and dad
He's curled up on the studio floor
He just can't do it anymore
The flashgun went off without warning
He'll read about it tomorrow morning.

She's goin' out with someone "new"
In this week at number two
Three minute boy aint that somethin.

  Now She'll never Know


In the after-silence
Fighting leaves behind
I try to think it over
But my mind's gone blind
I lost the right to argue
Somewhere down the line
I had to tell
She told me to
Go to Hell
And here I am

In the gaping hole
Home truths tear in a home
Married to this hurting
I know it's all my fault
Who can tell
Looks like we have
A house to sell

Now she'll never know
What anyone could tell her
Now she'll never know
What anyone can see
Now she won't believe me
Ever again, completely

Now I hang around
Feet back on the ground
I just can't stand
I just can't stand

Now she'll Never know
What anyone could tell her
Now she'll never know
What anyone can see
Now she won't believe me
Ever again, completely
Now she'll never know
Or ever dream
How much she means to me

  These Chains

These Chains


Everything crashed
His wife left him
He lost all of his money
And most of his friends
He lay awake all night
Lonely and desperate
Contemplating
Starting again

4.00 in the morning
Sat in the kitchen
Keys on the table
Went out for a drive
He didn't know
Where he was going
Didn't know
If he was alive

The dawn was breakin
A new day was rising
Shadows creepin over the fields
He watched the pink light
Steal across the horizon
He realised
He saw with new eyes

These chains are all your own
These chains are comfortable
This cage was never locked
Born free but scared to be

This cage was made for you
With care and constant attention
This cage is safe and warm
Will you die and never know what it's like
Outside.

  Born To Run


The quiet sadness of people on the north
Echoes silently around cold grey places
Ecstasies undared tremble upon the edge of the tightly,
respectably unfulfilled
Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened
Brave faces
Well dressed ordered minds on suicides edge
Reflected in the rainskimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship
grey...

And further south, and homeless,
Here I am. Globally-altered and dishevilled
Oh darling, I've done it all
An antithesis of sorts
And yet bound together and hopelessly in love
With the inevitable loss
And the end
How can we run from ourselves?

  Cathedral Wall


Curl up tight into a ball
Curl my body against the soil
Staring up here
Staring up here
At the Cathedral Wall
I will sleep tonight

Be a baby. Forget all
Be a baby watch the quiet stones
Massive friend Cathedral Wall
I will sleep tonight

A mother to the living
A mother to the dead
Silent as the moonlight
I come to lay my head
And I won't know you. Anymore

The peckish evening rolls once more
Into the ravenous night
Of hunger pains
That keep our troubled souls awake

A mother to the living
A mother to the dead
My ghost will drink the moonlight
Magic stones My heart and bones
And I won't know you. Anymore

She's cold and she knows peace. Cathedral Wall
She's cold, she shows I borrow
Keep away
Keep you away my love, my love
And pray
I might sleep tonight

The violence of my heartbeat
The violence of my blood
I will sleep with the Cathedral
And, one day, you'll give up
And I will love you
But I won't know you
Anymore

  A Few Words for the Dead


Can you make it your own
Can you take it by the throat
Make your own luck - learn the skills
Get in early
For the kill

It carries on

Pick up the weapon
Marry it. Give it your name
Define yourself by it
Take it down to the disco

Trigger happy
Pulling power
LadyKiller
Take em out

See the weirdos
On the hill
Come to get you
If you stand still

It carries on..

Somewhere in history
You were wronged
Raise your children
To bang the drum

Tell all your family
Tell all your friends
Teach your brothers
To avenge

It carries on

Or you could LOVE...
You could LOVE

Lie down in the flowers
In the blue of the air
Open your eyes. Why use up your life for anything else?
No need to fight for what everyone has

What do you need?
It's already there
It's already there

You could LOVE

So she carried the stars in his pocket
He drank the sunrise till he was drunk
He embraced the angels
They swam like little minnows in his blood
Ghosts in his eyes
Out walking beside him
Laughling like children in his mind
They chanted his mantra together
"You could love"

They were happy

  [Credits]

Released by EMI Records Ltd.: 21-SEP-98

Who did what, where and when

Steve Hogarth Voice
Steve Rothery Guitars
Mark Kelly Keyboards
Pete Trewavas Bass
Ian Mosley Drums & Percussion

Music Written by Marillion
Lyrics by Steve Hogarth

Produced by Marillion
Co Produced by Stewart Every

Engineered and mixed by Stewart Every

Thanks to Erik Nielsen for additional Production Ideas

Written and Recorded at The Racket Club, Buckinghamshire, between
November '97 and June '98
Mixed at The Forge, Oswestry

Additional Piano, Anorak and Percussion: Steve H
Acoustic Guitar on Now She'll Never Know: Pete Trewavas

Backing Vocals: Probably Pete, Mark, H and possibly Erik
Additional Backing Vocals on 'Three Minute Boy': Jo Rothery and Viki
Price
Thankyou: Stephanie, Alexandra, Kristina, Liz, Ilonka

Management: Rob Smallwood at Sanctuary

Big Thanks

Stuart Epps
Dave Gregory
Phil Beaumont
Angie Moxham at Le Fevre Communications
Lucy Jordache
Phil Harrison
Chip Ruggieri
Ian Huffam

Graphic Design by Bill Smith Studio
Photography by Carl Glover
Portrait photography by Niels van Iperen

EQUIPMENT Systems Workshop, TC Electronics, Opcode Systems, The Bass
Centre, Bob & Tina and all at Zildjian, Roger Williams at Headstock
and TAMA Drums.

All titles by Hogarth/Rothery/Kelly/Trewavas/Mosley

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