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Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white Capri
Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen
She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen
Patience my tinsel angel
Patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you
You'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause
She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose
Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
[Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago?
Fished a young chick out of The Old Father
Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going
Funny thing was she had a smile on her face
She was smiling, what a waste]
Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town
Of Chelsea Monday
Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town
Awaiting the prince in his white Capri
Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen
She's learning her lines from glossy magazines
Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams
Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen
Patience my perfumed child
One day they really love you
You'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland
Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles
Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause
Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn
Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage
Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose
One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile
But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday
Fished a young chick out of The Old Father
Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something
Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going
Funny thing was she had a smile on her face
She was smiling, what a waste]
Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town
Of Chelsea Monday
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About a lonely young woman with a dreary existence who wants to escape through fame, romance and glamour. They lyrics read particularly well in our current celebrity-obsessed era. The line about her waiting for her prince in his white Capri (a cheap sports car popular with young men in Britain in the 1970s and 80s) is particularly poignant - despite her longing for glamour, she may have had a very provincial upbringing and doesn't really know what it is, which is why she is trying to learn about it through glossy magazines.
The line 'Fished a young chick out of The Old Father' which is from the spoken part at the end appears to imply she was taken from the River Thames (old father Thames). It's not entirely clear if she had drowned or not 'she said she...' could have been from before the incident, but also seems to imply she was alive, but then 'what a waste' implies she died. The ending part of 'Buried' isn't clear either.
Marillion's London is so different from today's. Bedsits in Chelsea today rent out for more than most Londoners wages, a provincial girl would never be able to afford them. Another example of Kayleigh, where it's hard to imagine Fish being able to afford to rent a place in Belsize Park today even after the success of the first two Marillion albums.