I love me a long weekend

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Have I ever told y'all of my passion for Marillion? Well duh. Of course I have. Numerous times.

They are doing a Marillion weekend in Montreal. This is something they do in the Netherlands every couple of years, and for the first time ever, we're getting one here.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Three nights of Marillion.

Is the Jazzer thrilled? Indeed she is. As for Monday, no doubt it will be sorely needed to recuperate from the weekend. That's the problem with getting old, you need more recuperation time.







Some old stuff - Easter (From Season's End - They'll be playing the whole album this weekend, at it's its 20th anniversary)



Easter:

A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of the first light came

A tattered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell

Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

Out of the port of Liverpool
Bound for the North of Ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below

And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see
Easter, surely now can all of your hearts be free

What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right?
When you tear them apart?
Will you sleep at night?
With the plough and the stars alight?

What will you do?
With the wire and the gun?
That'll set things right
When it's said and done?
Will you sleep at night?
Is there so much love to hide?

Forgive, Forget
Sing "Never again."

Some newer stuff - You're Gone (from Marbles, their penultimate album)



You're Gone:

You're gone. As suddenly as you came to me
Like nightfall followed dawn without a day between
You're gone and suddenly I can't see
I'm in the shadow of you
I'm in the shadow of you
I can see you in my minds rose-tinted eye..
Somewhere you're drifting by
Your heels rolling sparks on the lucky street

While here am I, left behind
Stunned and blind
But I can see you from here
I can see you so clear

You are the light
You are the light
You have the day
I have the night
But we have the early hours together

You're gone, and heaven cries.
A thunderstorm breaks from the northern sky
Chasing you back to the daily grind

You're gone. And where am I?
A haunted life
The ghost of your laughter
The half-empty glass
The half-empty glass

And I wait
'til midnight tolls
Two souls almost touching in the dark
I'll be all right

You are the light
You are the light
You have the day
I have the night
But we have the early hours
We have the early hours
We have the early hours together