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As all who've read my posts know I am a longtime fan of Marillion. I am also a longtime fan of their original frontman Derek William Dick, AKA Fish. In 2004 he released Field of Crows. Upon which the second track, Moving Targets, has been looped in my iPod and on iTunes for just over a week now.
Man is this a great song...
Ostensibly it's a song about the Washington DC snipers, but he uses their story as a metaphor as well.
If you've heard it, I'd love to know if you feel the same as I do.
Here are the lyrics -
Moving Targets — Fish
Oily river, running deep Dirty water, racing through the city streets Swollen gutters, summer storms Walking wounded, stand to in another dawn Watching in silence, one eye on the time One eye on the madness around them They don't know they're blind
His mind on the trigger he picks up a magazine exits the underground enters the scene And check outs the world and all the moving targets And just his sights step taken the moving targets
Locked and loaded Safety off Checks his bearings on the ground before taking off Middle distance, draws a bead Allowing a margin for error, he takes a lead He's out in the open, he's out on his own So far from his family, so far from home Came out of his hiding, came out of the trees He blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields
Only to find he'd become a moving target He walked out in the world and became a moving target Where the hunter is hunted, a moving target
And with the breath still in his lungs He steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun His sights set on the world, his heartbeat slows His pulse, marking the time, He senses the pressure of the moment and clears his mind He calmly delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream
Moving targets
Rolling numbers Rolling bones Lucky ladies He takes them out and takes them down Collecting trophies Hunting game No remorse as they've only got themselves to blame Breeding high innocence Running in herds The weak and woeful Get what they deserve There's no room for pity There's no space for guilt In this murderous city it's kill or be killed
When you're running in the field you become a moving target When you start making marks you become a moving target You take your first step in the world and become a moving target When you walk in the world you become a moving target Wander in shopping malls Moving targets The high school assembly halls Moving targets At fuel stops and parking lots Moving targets In high streets and supermarts Moving targets
Moving targets No place to hide No place to hide Bang bang bang Bang bang bang
There's no place to hide
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