Yea I hate that, I've this (as I'm sure most do) ripped from my CD but its go a horrible blip across the tracks. I've still the vinyl but ... actuallly I don't! It's "script" I have on original gatefold vinyl. This one I always had on shitty cassette!
the seamless transition between Pseudo Silk Kimono and Kayleigh is absolutely gorgeous on the ears. It sounds so somber yet so down to earth and joyful. Honestly concept albums are some of my favorites ever. They tell such a different story from band to band.
your comment was from a year ago..I hope you've delved deeper down the wormhole and found some other soul touching tunes. I'm curious as to what you've found. Email me at Shuem8@aol.com and let me know.
_"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 it'll prove that I was wrong ..."_ These lines still sends shivers down my spine, after all those many years!
A great intro. I put this on the car CD stereo, she loved it and I sung Kayleigh and lavender too her. She loved it. I will never forget that moment. Wonderful x
@@yuvalmarom4402 Omg you're ≈ 17 now, the same age I was when I was listening to Marillion practically 24/7. My ex-girlfriend gave me a copy of this album for my birthday that year! Good memories. I just turned 21 so I'm only a few years older than you. We have to keep these bands alive for our generation. Never let this go. 😊 Happy listening! 🎶
My Dad asked me when this came out, "Why didn't you buy a 45 of the song you like?", a 45 is a song, this is an epic story, why own a part of it? Pink Floyd The Wall, Alice Cooper Welcome to my Nightmare.... One song is a snip of the story.
Fui num show do Marillion em um teatro aqui em Belo Horizonte (MG - Brasil) e fiquei triste por uma banda tão incrível, de excelente qualidade sonora, com grandes hits, se apresentar num local tão pequeno e para uma audiência menor. Não consigo entender os mistérios do sucesso. Tanta coisa ruim enchendo estádios e uma banda como essa com uma audiência pequena. Mas me senti privilegiado por estar ali, ao vivo, ouvindo uma das melhores bandas de todos os tempos. Amo esse álbum.
When this tranforms from the original heavy riff into the child like lavender, it's got to be one of the greatest moments in music? It's seamless and not forced, it just works.
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 scarred A refugee, refugee. Kayleigh 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? The loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember? Dancing in stilettoes 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 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 it'll 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, 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
"The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind to this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred. A refugee, refugee." Can't even begin to explain the impact in my whole life from now on this had on my life due to PTSD. Brought back from the grave a memory of my childhood I wish I could have deleted forever.
Me hace sentirme bien, sereno y un loco en la noche olvidada de la eterna juventud. Visto de negro porque amo la noche y sus estrellas que unen los sonidos en una canción.
Love this album and these song so much!!!!! I met Fish once. By met I mean "Randomly saw him, recognised him and badgered for an autograph in a bar" but he was nice about it :)
Pastiched this for an essay when I was 14. The fact that I had to look up kimono in the dictionary set me off. From here I got far more examples of more 'traditional' poetry. I also re-discovered the skill, routine and love of reading, which I have never lost. Thank you, Marillion!
Too right they are, love their stuff. This album and Script For A Jester's Tear are my favourite ones. Love Steve Rothery's guitar playing as well. His solos often remind me of David Gilmour
