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Slainte Mhath (Live In Warsaw, 15th June1994) - Marillion

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado

A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm

Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu

And you sit there and ask me

To tell you the story so far

This is the story so far

Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins

You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two

And when you declare the point of grave creation

They turn round and you

To tell them the story so far

This is the story so far

And you listen with a tear in you eye

To their hopes and betrayals

And your only reply

Is Slàinte

Mhath

Princes in exile raising the standard drambuie

Parading their anecdotes tired from old campaigns

Holding their own last orders commanding attention

We sit here and listen to all of the story so far

This is the story so far

Take it away

Take it away

Take it away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

From the dream on the barbed

Wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen

From a Clydeside that rusts from the tears

Of its broken men

From the realisation that all we've been left behind

Is to stand like our fathers before us

In the firing line

Waiting on the whistle to blow

We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow

They promised us miracles and the whistle still blows

Broken promises but the whistle still blows

Waiting on the wistle to blow

We stand here waiting on the wistle to blow