"Bitter Suite"

This one comes courtesy of the Tortured Teenage Angst Department of the Fellowship of Deep and Meaningful Songwriters. I don't know which way to lean when it comes to Marillion - some say they were originally shameless Genesis rip-offs, but others (mostly students like me at the time) thought they were great. Anyway, this is terrific, absolutely dripping with atmosphere, imagery and proper, bitter lyrics: "The mist crawls from the canals/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." Wow. Gotta run, my English professor's waiting......