This morning I woke up with Marillion's Misplaced Childhood CD running through my head. I've had this CD since 1990 - it's the first I ever owned. I bought it from a guy in my dorm in college, because he didn't want it. And no wonder, because it's melodramatic, OTT tripe.
So of course I can sing half of it by heart. When I wrote that it was running through my head, I meant it: "huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono wearing bracelets of smoke", through "Kayleigh" and "j'entends ton coeur" and all the rest. I almost called my friend Amy, who was my roommate in 1990 and had to suffer through far more secondhand Marillion than anyone should, but I blogged this instead.
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