Marillion:Garden Party

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“Garden Party”
Artist: Marillion
Albums: Script For A Jester's Tear (1983)
The Singles '82-88' (2000)
Live from Loreley (2009)
Composers: Brian Jelliman, Fish, Diz Minnett, Mark Kelly, Mick Pointer, Pete Trewavas Steve Rothery
Lyricists: Fish

Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play
Social climbers polish ladders
Wayward sons again have fathers
Hello, Dad
Hello, Dad

Edgy eggs and queueing cumbers
Rudely wakened from their slumbers
Time has come again for slaughter
On the lawns by still Cam waters
A slaughter, it's a slaughter

Champagne corks are firing at the sun
Again
Swooping swallows chased by violins
Again
Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves
Again
Again
Oh God not again

Aperitifs 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 upon the grass
Unless accompanied by a fellow
May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello

Punting on the Cam is jolly fun
They say
Beagling on the downs, oh please do come
They say
Rugger is the tops, a game for men
Oh they say
They say
Oh God, they say

I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining
I'm rucking, I'm fucking
So welcome
It's a party

Angie chalks another blue
Mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash
Posers pose, pressmen flash (flash flash)
Flash (flash flash)
Shutter flash

Smiles polluted with false charm
Locking on to Royal arms
Society columns now ensured
Returns to mingle with the crowds
Oh what a crowd

Oh punting on the Cam
Oh please do come they say
Beagling on the downs
Oh please so come they say
Garden party held today they say
Oh please do come
Oh please do come
They say


Live at Loreley

Many of you may already know
That this
Is the last, er
Concert on this little four week tour
Aah (ah)
This night for me is also very special
Because next Saturday I finally am the last one in the band to get married

So this is my very last ever song as a single male
Right?
So we're gonna make this one really good, yeah?
Yeah?

Right then
Mister Kelly on the keyboards
Take it away

Yeah
Yeah
C'mon


Garden party held today
Invites call the debs to play
Social climbers polish ladders
Wayward sons again have fathers
Hello, Loreley
Hello, Loreley

Edgy eggs and queueing cumbers
Rudely wakened from their slumbers
Time has come again for slaughter
On the lawns by still Cam waters
Hello Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad
Hello Dad
Hello

Champagne corks are firing at the sun
(Again)
Swooping swallows chased by violins
(Again)
Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves
Again
Again
Ha ha
Oh God not again

Hey hey hey
Chp chp a chp

Aperitifs consumed en masse
Display their owners on the grass
Couples loiter in the cloisters
Social leeches quoting Chaucer
Hello Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad
Hello
Hello
Hello

Doctor's son a parson's daughter
Where why not and should they oughta
Please don't lie upon the grass
Unless accompanied by a fellow oh oh oh
May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello
O ho ho thello

Punting on the Cam is jolly fun
They say
Beagling on the downs, oh please do come
They say
Rugger is the tops, a game for men
Oh they-ey-ey say
They say
Oh God, how they say
Hey
Ah they say

(I'm punting)
(I'm beagling)
I'm wining
Reclining
I'm rucking
(I'm fucking)
So welcome
It's a party

Wilkommen join our garden party
A garden party

Angie chalks another blue
Mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash
Posers pose, pressmen flash (flash)
Flash (flash)
Flash (flash)

Smiles polluted with false charm
Locking on to Royal arms
Society columns now ensured
Return to mingle with the crowds
Danke (..?...) Loreley Deutschland
What a crowd

Punting on the Cam
Oh please do come they say
Beagling on the downs
Oh please so come they say
Garden party held today they say
Oh please do come
Oh please do come
They say