[Track Info] [The Lyrics] [Explanation]
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.
{Safe in the sanctuary, safe}
Copyright © 1997 Fraser Marshall, Matthew Anderson & Bert ter
Steege.
Fish (The Funny Farm Interview - July '95, Dick Bros) said: I'd
been going out with a girl called Kay for quite a few years, off and on; we had a very
tempestuous relationship, and by the time it came into 1984, it was dead and gone. I did
an American tour which was particularly traumatic, you know; there were a lot of expensive
phone calls which resulted in me going back to the flat in Belsize Park to find all her
stuff out, and all my stuff stacked neatly in a corner.
I moved up to Aylesbury and it was one of those periods where I'd been particularly down
and depressed, and somebody had sent me through basically, some acid, in an envelope,
which I hadn't done for years. And I was sitting there thinking, what am I gonn... I'll
try some. And I remember I did like, half the tab and then cycled up to see Steve Rothery.
During the cycling I was thinking, 'Oh, well, it's not as bad as I thought it was gonna
be, and I could still do it like I used to' and did the other half and by the time I got
to Steve's house, I was about to enter into one bummer of a bummer trip! I came back to
the house, and I was so freaked out that I locked all the doors etc., and spent the next
seven hours just trying to hold myself together. I remember that involved staring at this
painting called 'Padre's Bay' by a guy called Jerry Shernan, and at the same time [...] I
remember listening to Incubus etc. At the same time I was writing. I was doing this Jack
Kerouac, sorta stream of consciousness stuff, and I wrote this entire piece of prose that
lasted about ten or twelve pages, which was the entire structure of the Misplaced
Childhood album. Part of it involved the Kay thing, you know, in terms of that.
Once I had the skeleton together, other bits and pieces, the muscle, started to appear.
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