"Bitter Suite" as written by Derek William Dick, Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steve Rothery and Pete Trewavas....
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.

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".

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"
I can hear your heart

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, yo

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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"Bitter Suite" as written by Mark Kelly Derek William Dick

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    General CommentBlue Angel is my favourite piece on Misplaced Childhood. Amidst all the madness of the broken relationship, the war widow in the laundrette, the interview when "maybe, I've already gone crazy" and finally "I will wear your white feather, I will carry your white flag", within all this, there's a moment of relief and tenderness and although he had to pay two hundred franks for sanctuary, nothing is said about the seedy side of the room of dancing shadows where all the heartaches disappear, but the outstanding fact is that during the aftermath before they part, she makes a fairly trivial statement, but it hits him so powerfully that he remembers it forever.
    laserlady7on March 06, 2008   Link

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