Marillion (79,50 %)
Misplaced Childhood (84,54 %)
In collection
Released: 1985-06-17
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
2
Year (1985):
3
Decade (1980's):
40
Overall:
190
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1.
Pseudo Silk Kimono
 02:15
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2.
Kayleigh
 04:04
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3.
Lavender
02:26
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4.
Bitter Suite
 07:57
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5.
Heart of Lothian
04:02
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6.
Waterhole (Expresso Bongo)
 02:13
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7.
Lords of the Backstage
01:53
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8.
Blind Curve
09:29
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9.
Childhoods End?
04:33
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10.
White Feather
02:25
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Album length:
41:17
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Lyrics |
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1.
Pseudo Silk Kimono
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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 scarred A refugee, refugee. |
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2.
Kayleigh
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Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall Do you remember dawn escapes from moon washed 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? And Kayleigh could we get it together again? I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh I thought 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 stilettos 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 wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone To hear 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 will prove that we were right Or ever prove that I was wrong |
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3.
Lavender
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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 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, IOU 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 IOU for your love, IOU for your love For your love |
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Bitter Suite
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I. 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. II. 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". III. 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 glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear "'J'entend ton coeur" I can hear your heart IV. Misplaced Rendezvous 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 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 V. Windswept Thumb On the outskirts of nowhere On the ring road 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's started raining |
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Heart of Lothian
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I. Wide Boy Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, born with hearts of Lothian Wide boys, we were wide boys, these hearts of Lothian It's six o'clock in the tower blocks Stalagmites of culture shock And the trippers of the light fantastic, bow down, hoe-down Spray their pheromones 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 I was born with a heart of Lothian With a heart of Lothian I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian. II. 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 in here anyway? Do we really need a playback of the show? 'Cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes Let's go And the man in the mirror has sad eyes |
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Waterhole (Expresso Bongo)
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When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity Funeral hearses court the death of 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 |
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Lords of the Backstage
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A love song with no validity Pretend you never meant that much to me Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice A mirror cracked among the white lines I just wanted you to be the first one I just wanted you to be the first one Ashes are burning, burning Ashes are burning, burning A lifestyle with no simplicities But I'm not asking for your sympathy 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 I just wanted you to be the first one Bridges are burning, burning Bridges are burning, burning |
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Blind Curve
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I. 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 II. Passing Strangers Strung out below 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 III. 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, won't you 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 on the floor Inviting me to a casual obscenity. IV. 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 child, my child My childhood, a misplaced childhood Give it back to me, give it back to me A childhood, that childhood Oh please give it back to me. V. Threshold I saw a war widow in a launderette Washing the memories from her husband's clothes She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes I see convoys curb crawling 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 ladies 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? Heroes in black plastic body-bags 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 we justify? They call us civilised! |
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Childhoods End?
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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 realise 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 I'm still the child 'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction And I found direction There is no childhood's end You are my childhood friend, lead me on Hey you, you've survived. Now you've arrived To be reborn in the shadow of the magpie Now you realise, 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 Our 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 I am your childhood friend, lead me on |
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10.
White Feather
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When I hit the streets back in '81 Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears Where have I been for all these years? I saw political intrigue, political lies Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes I will wear your white feather I will carry 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 carry your white flag I will swear I have no nation But I'm proud to own my heart My heart, this is my heart We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise Divided we stand, together we'll rise We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts We will wear your white feather We will carry your white flag We will swear we have no nations But we're proud to own our hearts These are our hearts These are our hearts You can't take away our hearts You can't steal our hearts away I can't walk away No more |