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Misplaced childhood

27 mp3 sur 94,2 Mo : 1h, 42'32''

Type Sortie Acquisition Sortie initiale en 1985, remasterise 24 bits avec un CD bonus en 1998.
CD double 17/06/1985 14/12/2000
Pseudo silk kimono     02:14 
Kayleigh     04:03 
Lavender     02:25 
Bitter suite   07:56 
Heart of Lothian     04:02 
Waterhole (Expresso bongo)     02:13 
Lords of the backstage     01:52 
Blind curve     09:29 
Childhoods end?     04:33 
White feather     02:25 

Lady Nina     05:50 
Freaks     04:08 
Kayleigh    Alternative Mix   04:03 
Lavender blue     04:22 
Heart of Lothian    Extended mix   05:54 

Pseudo silk kimono     02:11 
MISPLACED CHILDHOOD ALBUM DEMOS (recorded February 1985)
Kayleigh     04:06 
Lavender     02:37 
Bitter suite   02:54 
Lords of the backstage   01:46 
Blue angel   01:46 
Misplaced rendez-vous     01:56 
Heart of Lothian     03:49 
Waterhole (Expresso bongo)     02:00 
Passing strangers     09:17 
Childhoods end?     02:23 
White Feather   02:18 


Detail


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Pseudo silk kimono 02:14
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
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Kayleigh 04:03
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 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 wanna 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 ever prove that I was wrong
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Lavender 02:25
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


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
I.O.U. 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
I.O.U. for your love
I.O.U. for your love

Lavender dreams dilly, dilly lavender true
When you miss me dilly dilly, I did miss you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I.O.U for your love
I.O.U. for your love
For your love
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Bitter suite 07:56
I) Brief Encounter


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

II) Lost Weekend

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"


III) Blue Angel



IV) Misplaced Rendezvous



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
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 Thumb

On 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
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Heart of Lothian 04:02
I) Wide Boy




Wide boys, wide boys, wide boys
Born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, wide boys
Born with hearts of Lothian
Wide boys, we were wide boys
Born with hearts of Lothian
These hearts of Lothian

It's six o'clock in the tower blocks
The stalagmites of culture shock
And the trippers of the light fantastic, bowdown, hoe-down
Spray their pheremones on this perfume uniform

And anarchy smiles in the Royal Mile
And they're waiting on the slyboys, flyboys, wideboys
Rooting, tooting cowboys
Lucky little ladies at the watering holes
They'll score the Friday night goals

I was born with a heart of Lothian
I was born with a heart of Lothian
I was born with a heart of Lothian
I was born with a heart of Lothian
I was born with a heart of Lothian, with a heart of Lothian

II) Curtain Call





and the man from the magazine
wants another shot of you all curled up
'cos you look like an actor in a movie shot
but you're feeling like a wino in a parking lot
how did i get in here anyway
do we really need a playback of the show
'cos the wideboys want to head for the watering holes
let's go
...and the man in the mirror had sad eyes....
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Waterhole (Expresso bongo) 02:13
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity

Funeral hearses court the death of virginity
Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
You had found true love, or so you believed
And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves

So when you think it's time to go, when you think it's time to go
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show

And the patter merchants selling false impressions
Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions
Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms
They're lying on every word and every arm
They're turning down their noses to the best lines
And the cheap wines

And the wideboys
They wear their lovebites for their crimes

So when you think it's time to go, when you think it's time to go
Don't be surprised, the heroes never show
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Lords of the backstage 01:52
A love song with no validity

Pretend you never meant that much to me
Numb, a Valium child, bored by meaningless collisions
A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice
A mirror cracked among the white lines

I just wanted you to be the first one
I just wanted you to be the first one
Ashes are burning, burning
Ashes are burning, burning

A lifestyle with no simplicities
But I'm not asking for your sympathy
Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us
A lord of the backstage, a creature of language
I'm so far out and I'm too far in

I just wanted you to be the first one
I just wanted you to be the first one
Bridges are burning, burning
Bridges are burning, burning
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Blind curve 09:29
I) Vocal Under A Bloodlight


Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myself

II) Passing Strangers



Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight

So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers

And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper

III) Mylo



Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity

Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'

So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity

IV) Perimeter Walk



It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before

Perimeter walk
There's a presence here
I feel could have been ancient, I could have been mystical

There's a presence
A childhood, my childhood
My childhood, childhood
A misplaced childhood
My childhood, a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it back to me

V) Threshold



I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes

I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh... I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say goodbye?
Hey

I see priests, politicians?
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam

I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised!
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Childhoods end? 04:33
And it was morning 

And I found myself mourning
for a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I'm not alone, I turned to the mirror
I saw you, the child, that once loved

The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised? More than surprised
to find the answers to the questions
Were always in your own eyes
Do you realize that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she's got to carry on with her life
and you've got to carry on with yours

So I see it's me, I can do anything
And still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no Childhood's End
There is no Childhood's End
Cos' you are my childhood friend
Cos' you are my childhood friend
Oh lead me on

Hey you, you've survived
Now you've arrived
to be reborn in the shadow of the magpie
Now you realize, that you've got to get out of here
You've found the leading light of destiny
burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You'd resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you've found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
The heart, the heart that I believed was lost
So it's me I see, I can do anything
I'm still the child
'Cos the only thing misplaced was direction, and I found direction
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
There is no childhood's end
I am your childhood friend
Oh.. lead me on
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White feather 02:25
When I hit the streets back in '81

With a heart and a gown and a poet's crown
I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears
Wearing at me for all these years
I saw political intrigue, political lies
Going to wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes

I will wear your white feather
I will wear your white flag
I will swear I have no nation
But I'm proud to own my heart

I will wear your white feather
I will wear your white flag
I will swear I have no nation
But I'm proud to own my heart
My heart, My heart
This is my heart

We don't need your uniforms
We have no disguise
Divided we stand, together we rise

We will carry your white feathers
We will carry your white flags
We will swear we have no nation
But we're proud to own our hearts

We will carry your white feathers
We will carry your white flags
We will swear we have no nation
But we're proud to own our hearts
Our hearts,
This is my heart
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