I have never...EVER... disagreed with anyone more than I do right now. But musical tastes are subjective, there can be no right and wrong to it[={)}
MARILLION - INCUBUS
...Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets, As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, you've played this scene before.
T'was said in jest.