bitter suite

marillion'ın misplaced childhood albümünden yine olağanüstü bir şarkı. lavender'dan sonra, heart of lothian'dan önce gelir. geçişler tüm albümde olduğu gibi yine muhteşemdir. sözler yine fish tarafından yazılmış olup harikadır. 5 bölümden oluşur ve dünyanın en iyi sololarından birisine sahip olsa da diğer marillion şarkıları gibi nedense az bilinir * müthiş sözleri için;

a) brief encounter

a spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
not the regal creature of border caves
but the poor, misguided directionless
familiar of some obscure scottish poet

the mist crawls from the canal
like some primordial phantom of romance
to curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
while i sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
your carnation will rot in a vase

b) lost weekend

a train sleeps in a siding
the driver guzzles another can of lager
to wash away the memories of a friday night down at the club

she was a wallflower at sixteen
she'll be a wallflower at thirty four
her mother called her beautiful
her daddy said "a whore".

c) blue angel

the sky was bible black in lyon
when i met the magdalene
she was paralysed in a streetlight
she refused to give her name

and a ring of violet bruises
they were pinned upon her arm
two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
to a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
and from the glowing tongues of candles i heard her whisper in my ear
"j'entend ton coeur"
"j'entend ton coeur"
i can hear your heart
i can hear your heart
i can hear your heart

d) misplaced rendezvous

it's getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper
something's gonna give under this pressure
the cracks are already beginning to show
it's too late
the weekend career girl never boarded the plane
they said this could never happen again
so wrong, so wrong

this time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
this time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous with you
the parallel of you, you

e) windswept thumb

on the outskirts of nowhere
on the ringroad to somewhere
on the verge of indecision
i'll always take the roundabout way
waiting on the rain
for i was born with a habit
from a sign
the habit of a windswept thumb
and the sign of the rain
rain on me!