Fishy Thoughts

Feeling slightly melancholy this evening.

Melancholy. : mel-an-chol-y : n. 'Pensive reflection or contemplation.' Last night in Cambridge tonight [Back for another five nights next week though].

Had a break from the 'routine' this evening, it was raining so I skipped the usual walk around the town and went straight to the 'Slug' :-) [They've just dimmed the lights which makes working on the Laptop easier :-)].

So, 'Melancholy'. Umm... I've got lots of song Lyrics going around my head. Not just any old Lyrics, old eighties Fish and Marillion ones... Yes, it was me, I'm owning up... I was 'the' Marillion fan... Hey, it was a long time ago, I was young, I knew no better!!! ;-) No, wait a minute, what am I saying, Fish's Lyrical skills are/where second to none. Take this:

I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with a twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exorcise this silent scream...

FFS... The guy is a Genius!

[Full lyrics Here.. All you Poets out there read this !]
[And Full Fishy Lyrics here]
[Fish Wikipedia Entry]
[All Copyrights, well not me anyway !!! ;-)]

Anyway... What am I whittling on about? I haven't got a clue, just the mood I'm in... :-) [Sigman Froid, where are you when your needed! ;-)]

The problem maybe addiction. I am an addict and today I have consumed at least twenty mugs of coffee. The Company where I'm working has a very nice receptionist and it appears one of her roles at work is to sustain Visitors caffeine levels somewhere between the 'ceiling' and 'hyper-spaced'! Ok, that might not be the problem, but it sure ain't helping none [Not that I'm complaining you understand, the reverse is much much worse!].

The problem... I'm missing RB, though I don't feel home sick. But subconsciously I guess I am...

'All day long the door of the subconscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.' - Walter de la Mare

When we feel uncomfortable in situations or with circumstances we often revert back to our childhoods for comfort [Well I do anyway!]. And one of my most vivid memories of my early life is the first Gig I ever went to see, Marillion. I remember being amazed by Fish's performance and Lyrics. He made a massive impression on me and I can still see aspects of my own personality that I can directly attribute to him.

So there you have it, Melancholy for comfort sakes, well maybe anyway.

"I kiss isolation on its fevered brow" - The Web

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