Marillion - Misplaced Childhood (1985) Songlist: Pseudo Silk Kimono Kayleigh Lavender Brief Encounter Lost Weekend Blue Angel Misplaced Rendez-vous Windswept Thumb Heart of Lothian - Wide Boy Curtain Call Waterhole Lords of the Backstage Blind Curve - Vocal Under A Bloodlight Passing Strangers Mylo Perimeter Walk Threshold Childhood's End? White Feather Pseudo Silk Kimono Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding. Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears. Safe in my own words, learning from my own words, Cruel joke, cruel joke. Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes. The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind, To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scorned, A refugee, refugee. Kayleigh Do you remember, chalk hearts melting on a playground wall? Do you remember, dawn escaped from moonwashed college halls? Do you remember, the cherry blossom in the market square? Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way didn't I break your heart? Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart. So sorry I never meant to break your heart. But you broke mine. Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry. Kayleigh could we get it together again. I can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end. Kayleigh I never thought I'd miss you, And Kayleigh I'd hoped that we'd always be friends. We said our love would last forever, So how did it come to this bitter end. Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember, loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember, dancing in stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go. By the way, didn't I break your heart ? Please excuse me I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart, But you broke mine. Kayleigh, I just want to say I'm sorry, But Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone. To find you've found another lover to patch up our broken home. Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song, Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone. Maybe it'll prove that we were right Or it will prove that I was wrong. Lavender I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper, Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard the children singing, They were running through the rainbows. They were singing a song for you. Well it seemed to be a song for you, the one I wanted to write for you, for you, you. Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green. When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue. When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. For your love, for your love, for your love. 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 ina vase. Lost Weekend A train sleeps in a siding, The driver guzzles another can of lager, 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. Blue Angel The sky was Bible black in Lyon, When I met the Magdalene. She was paralyzed 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 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. Hear your heart. I can hear your heart. Misplaced Rendez-vous It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper. Something's gonna give under this pressure, And 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. Oh, so wrong, so wrong. This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous. This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous, With you, The parallel of you, you. 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, It started to rain. It's started raining. Heart of Lothian Wide Boy Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian. Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian. These hearts of Lothian. It's six o'clock in the tower blocks, The stalagmites of culture shock, (culture shock) And the trippers of the light fantastic, bowdown, hoedown Spray their pheremones on this perfume uniform. And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile. And they're waiting on the Slyboys, flyboys, wideboys. Rooting, tooting Cowboys, lucky little ladies at the watering holes. They'll score the Friday night goals. I was born, with a heart of Lothian. With a heart of Lothian. Curtain Call And the man from the magazine, Wants another shot of you all curled up. 'Cos you look like an actor in a movie shot. But you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot. How did I get here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes, Watering holes, watering holes. Let's go. And the man in the mirror has sad eyes. Waterhole When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity. Funeral hearses court the death in virginity, Was it paradise lost or paradise found? Did we gain respect or were we holding ground? You had found true love, or so you believed And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves. So when you think it's time to go, When you think it's time to go, Don't be surprised, the heroes never show. And the patter merchants selling false impressions, Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions, Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms They're lying on every word and every arm They're turning down their noses to the best lines And the cheap wines. And the wideboys, They wear their lovebites for their crimes. So when you think it's time to go, When you think it's time to go, Don't be surprised, the heroes never show. Lords of the Backstage A love song with no validity. Pretend you never meant that much to me. Numb, a vallium child, bored by meaningless collisions. A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice. A mirror cracked along the white lines. I just wanted you to be the first one. Ashes are burning, burning. A lifestyle with no simplicities. But I'm not asking for your sympathies. Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us. A lord of the backstage, a creature of language, I'm so far out and I'm too far in. I just wanted you to be the first one. Bridges are burning, burning. Now, now, now, now Blind Curve Vocal Under A Bloodlight Last night you said I was cold, untouchable. A lonely piece of action from another town. I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely. Can't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughts. Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself. Passing Strangers Strung out under a necklace of carnival lights. Cold moan, held on the crest of the night. I'm too tired to fight. So now we're passing strangers, at single tables. Still trying to get over, Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers. All those passing strangers. And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies, Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper. Mylo Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down, And we sat and cried on the phone. I never felt so alone, He was the first of our own. Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity. Some of us go down in a haze of publicity. The price of infamy, the edge of insanity. Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home, And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone, Talk to me, tell me your stories. So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain, And he looked out the window and it started to rain. I thought maybe I've already gone crazy. So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door, And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed in the floor. Inviting me to casual obscenity. Perimeter Walk It would be incredible if we could Retrace all the times that we lived here. All the collisions. Wasted, I've never been so wasted. I've never been this far out before. Perimeter walk. There's a presence here. I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical. There's a presence, A childhood, my childhood, My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood, My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood, Give it back to me, give it back to me. A childhood, the childhood, the childhood, The childhood, the childhood. Oh please give it back to me. Threshold I saw a war widow in a laundrette, Washing the memories from her husband's clothes. She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetary eyes. I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns Trying to pick up a war. They're going to even the score. Oh... I can't take any more. I see black flags on factories, Soup ladels poised on the lips of the poor. I see children with vacant stares, Destined for rape in the alleyways. Does anybody care, I can't take any more! Should we say goodbye? I see priests, politicians? The heroes in black plastic body-bagsm under nations' flags I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam. I can't take any more, should we say goodbye, How can you justify? They call us civilised! Childhood's End? And it was morning. And I found myself mourning, For a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window, And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror, I saw you, the child, that once loved. The child before they broke his heart, Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost. Hey you, surprised? More than surprised, To find the answers to the questions, Were always in your own eyes. Do you realize that you give it on back to her? But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew, So untrue. For she's got to carry on with her life, And you've got to carry on with yours. So I see it's me, I can do anything And still the child, 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction. There is no Childhood's End. There is no Childhood's End. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Cos' you are my childhood friend. Oh lead me on. Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived, To be reborn in the shadow of the magpie. Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here. You've found the leading light of destiny, Burning in the ashes of your memory. You want to change the world. You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel, But that was looking backward. Now you've found the light. You, the child that once loved, The child before they broke his heart. The heart, the heart that I believed was lost So it's me I see, I can do anything. I'm still the child. 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. There is no childhood's end. I am your childhood friend. Oh.. lead me on. White Feathers When I hit the streets back in '81 With a heart and a gown and a poet's crown. I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears, Wearing at me for all these years. I saw political intrigue, political lies. Going to wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes I will wear your white feather, I will wear your white flag, I will swear I have no nation, But I'm proud to own my heart. I will wear your white feather, I will wear your white flag, I will swear I have no nation, But I'm proud to own my heart. My heart, My heart, This is my heart. We don't need your uniforms, We have no disguise, Divided we stand, together we rise. (All the children, all the children, Tell your children...) We will carry your white feathers, We will carry your white flags, We will swear we have no nation, But we're proud to own our hearts. We will carry your white feathers, We will carry your white flags, We will swear we have no nation, But we're proud to own our hearts. Our hearts, These are our hearts