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Текст песни Marillion - Bitter Suite

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Track 4 from _Misplaced Childhood_I) Brief EncounterA spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow,Not the regal creature of border caves,But the poor, misguided, directionless familiarof some obscure Scottish poet.The mist crawls from the canalLike some primordial phantom of romanceTo curl, under a cascade of neon pollen.While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father.Your carnation will rot ina vase.II) Lost WeekendA 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).III) Blue AngelThe 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 disappearsAnd 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.IV) Misplaced RendezvousIt`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.V) Windswept ThumbOn 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,(rain on me, rain)It`s started raining.It`s started raining.It`s started raining.It`s started raining.It`s started raining.It`s started raining.It`s started raining.

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