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Marillion: Radiation

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Label: Sanctuary Records
Released: 1998.10.27
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.marillion.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2001.07.12
Price in €: 10,99

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s

[1] Costa del Slough (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 1:27
[2] Under the Sun (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 4:09
[3] The Answering Machine (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 3:48
[4] Three Minute Boy (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 5:59
[5] Now She'll Never Know (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 4:58
[6] These Chains (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 4:49
[7] Born to Run (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 5:11
[8] Cathedral Wall (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 7:20
[9] A Few Words for the Dead (Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas) - 10:31

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l

STEVE HOGARTH - Percussion, Piano, Vocals, Producer
MARK KELLY - Keyboards, Backing Vocals, Producer
IAN MOSLEY - Percussion, Drums, Producer
STEVE ROTHERY - Guitar, Producer
PETE TREWAVAS - Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals, Producer

STEWART EVERY - Co Producer, Engineer, Mixing
NIELS VAN IPEREN - Photography
CARL GLOVER - Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

1998 CD Velvel 79760
1998 CD Import 111949
1998 CD Import 112015
1998 CD Castle 126

Abandoning the acoustic approach of This Strange Engine, Marillion turns back toward the heavier sound of Afraid of Sunlight. Arguably influenced by Radiohead's 1997 album OK Computer, the album also shows a Beatles sound that lends more of a pop flavor than the band had shown before. "Answering Machine," "These Chains" and "Under the Sun" are appealing tracks, while "Three Minute Boy," yet another Marillion examination of the impact of fame, contains some of Steve Rothery's best guitar work in years. The American release includes two bonus tracks, reworkings of "Estonia" and "Memory of Water" from This Strange Engine.

Dale Jensen, All-Music Guide, © 1992 - 2001 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.

 L y r i c s


The hole in the ozone layer is alright 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 get's us all out of the coma.


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


We flew here to see you
My feelings and I
I looked down on 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 journeyed 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


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
Happen 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 restraint
No direction, No complaints
No future and No way out
No time now 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 ain't that somethin.)


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.


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
Starting again

(These chains are all your own
These chains are comfortable)

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
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

These chains are all your own
These chains are comfortable
These chains were 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 to be/live


The quiet sadness of the people of the north
Echoes silently around the 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 rain skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey...

And further south, and homeless,
Here I am. Globally-altered and dishevelled
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?


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

Be a baby. Forget it 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 the 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


Can you make it on 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 the disco

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

They were happy.

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