What's your tenuous claim to fame?

Discussion in 'CycleChat Cafe' started by Fnaar, 18 Jan 2008.

  1. mangaman

    mangaman Guest

    Night Train said
    I think that's well deserving of fame

    You must have been the world's first rock band :rolleyes:
  2. ChrisKH

    ChrisKH Veteran

    Well, famous to Marillion fans. :rolleyes:

    Kayleigh was just a money spinner. Their other stuff is a bit heavier, see the lyrics to "Forgotten Sons":-

    Armalite, street lights, nightsights
    Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
    Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
    For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
    Boys baptised in wars

    Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
    Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sandbags
    Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
    Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
    The wounds that burn so deep

    Your mother sits on the edge of the world
    W when the cameras start to roll
    Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
    Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
    Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
    Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons

    And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour
    I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
    Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
    That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

    Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation
    I in the guarded bureaucratic wombs

    Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation
    To eliminate those who would trespass against you
    For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory forever and ever, Amen
    Halt who goes there, Death, approach friend

    You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle
    When your children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
    The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
    Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell
    Forgotten Sons

    From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
    But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
    On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost
    For a second you'll be famous but labeled posthumous

    Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
    Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
    Just another Forgotten Son
  3. SamNichols

    SamNichols New Member

    Colne, Lancs
    I keep seeing Alex from the Apprentice at a local comedy night.
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