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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
If only dust could talk What would we hear it say? Before it's brushed aside Just as it's swept away It's just the evidence It's of no consequence It's only flesh and bone Why don't we leave it alone? If only dust could gather into lines of chalk Around a silhouette detective fiction walks For it's the only witness that can testify Can I spit out the truth? Or would you rather just swallow a lie? Why did they dam the land? How did they flood the plain? Did they erase the name? And wipe away the stain You kept your mouth well shut Appeared to turn your coat Now there's a name for you but it's stuck in my throat If dust could only mutter Or in laughter trill If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill But it's the only witness that can testify Can I split out the truth? Or would you rather just swallow a lie? Here comes the juggernaut Here come The Poisoners They choke the life and land And rob the joy from us Why do they taste of sugar? Oh, when they're made of money Here come the Lamb of God And the butcher's boy, sonny If dust could only gather in the needle track Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back If dust could only gather in a needle track Then it would skip a beat And all the sense I lack |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
15 Petals One for every year I spent with you Jewels and precious metals will never do I love you twisted And I love you straight Id write it down but I cant concentrate Words wont obey they do as they please And all I am left with are these... 15 Petals One for every year I spent with you Jewels and precious metals will never do The thorn is blunted The perfume will fade I stand where sun is set I crave the shade Down in the tavern with Mary and Jane Palms reached for alms as they throw 15 Petals... One for every hour that were apart Tears and useless battles Ill never start Mussolini highway Theres a frankincense tree I picked some up there to carry with me You take me to places where Id never go I love you more than you know 15 Petals Scattered in the path where you will tread 15 Petals Of vivid red One wine-bar vamp with the polythene face Ein Panzer Kommander with no hair in place The crowded battallions drilled holes in the square |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
Bells are chiming for victory Theres a page back in history 45 They came back to the world that they fought for Didnt turn out just like they thought 45 Here is a song to sing to do the measuring What do you lose, what do you gain, what do you win? Nine years later a child is born Theres a record, so you put it on 45 Nine years more, if were lucky now Nine-year-old puts his money down 45 Every scratch. every click, every heartbeat Every breath that I held for you 45 Theres a stack of shellac and vinyl Which is yours now and which is mine? 45 Bass and treble heal every hurt Theres a rebel in a nylon shirt But the words are a mystery, Ive heard Til you turn it down to 33 and 13 Cos it helps with the elocution Corporations turn revolutions 45 So dont just weep and shed Just change your name instead What do you lose when it all goes to your head? I heard something peculiar said: Perhaps hes got a shot and now hes dead 45 Bells are chiming and tears are falling It creeps up on you without a warning 45 Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat Every breath that I bless Id be lost, I confess 45 |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
five gears in reverse
girls looking for the big lift somebody send out for the night nurse please don't stick me on the late shift if you don't know by now nobody's going to tell you if you don't know by now the shock will probably kill you *and if your patience is exhausted and you still cannot decide you're sitting in a garage contemplating suicide and you have no motivation you can't even catch your breath all the business and celebrations is driving you to debt five gears in reverse you think I don't know what I'm doing and at a fashionable first like walking down the road to ruin but if you're safe and sound don't let me interrupt you And if you don't go down How could I corrupt you *Repeat |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale lead a threadbare up the stairs
Adieu, my little ballyhoo, you broke my heart in two And now I haunt the bars and scent those trite affairs She went home to gather her comb and caught him unawares And there was her man enjoying the lay of the land He took a walk in the dark with a dish from the stand Girls and their creations, tight in the brightest grenadine But I'd take all that I've seen for a slow drag with Josephine Josephine, Josephine But I'd trade all that I've seen for A slow drag with Josephine Gavotte, garrotes, Cotillions and slow Arabesques Drum rolls and Farandoles were all made in jest But when you make that move, I can't resist When will you declare your armistice? Josephine, Josephine But I'd trade all that I've seen for A slow drag with Josephine In another time and place, a different fate was cast He tried to skeddle-daddle-do, she might have slapped him Just for saying, "Grant one more chance before you pass Then curse the nurse that named me the first or bury me at last" And in three-quarter time, the true and the false Dancing the 'Hesitation Waltz' Then comes the flirtation and temptation Hip, hip, hooray, listen to what I say Then you can take it away |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
You can read right through a book of matches
But that won't make you smart You can laugh in the face of watches But time will only break your heart Kings reign beneath umbrellas Hide pennies down in cellars And money pours down and yet No everyone gets soaking wet When bores and bullies conspire To stamp out your spark Listen for... A Voice In The Dark Not a moment too soon as we blue the moon And a wolf begins to howl in tune I announced for all mankind A boon Stand aside you big baboon Now I'm the a prize invention You're the image of yourself Forget your cares And disapproving stares I'm not here to try to jump your borders Just ask your nieces and daughters I'm flat as sole, I'm happy as a clam But they don't know the kind of man I am Little fish swimming in a jealous shoal Now my net is overflowing And I suddenly seem to be all seeing and all knowing I've got something right there They you need to hear But have no fear Lend a hand Lend an ear If your rent-money is in arrears We'll be striking up a symphony bandstand Long of hair and loose of tooth There'll be pirouettes and startling handstands And who but acrobats know how to tell the truth When is said that then redundant They gallivant in peg-leg pants I'll be your servant You'll be my pal I'll be ever faithful you know I shall There's no fool like an old fool Who blames it all upon his youth When times are tough and you find you're down Without a star to wish upon Just listen for... A Voice In The Dark I was striking through a box of matches Hoping that one would spark I heard somebody calling to me A voice in the dark A sound both wild and gentle Daring and confidential I thought there was music playing But it was all and only talk When liars and bullies conspire to stamp out spark Fill up that empty space in your heart Listen up, when the herald says, "Hark" Believe in just a voice in the dark... |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
You did it 'cause you wanted Alibi, alibi And you took it Cause you need it Alibi, alibi But if I've done something wrong there's no "ifs and buts" 'Cause I love you just as much as I hate your guts Alibi, alibi, alibi... And you don't need anybody Alibi, alibi But you are the only one that knows this Alibi, alibi You deserve it 'cause you're special Alibi, alibi Maybe Jesus wants you for a sunbeam Alibi, alibi But if I've left something out I apologize But if you look in my eyes Then I'm sure you'll see... Alibis, alibis, alibis... Sometimes I'm so forgiving Everything seems bad to me But I can't go on living With this alibi, alibi, alibi... "Insane," what a mundane Alibi, alibi And you only wanted to be famous Alibi, alibi Sorry, but your mommy doesn't love you Alibi, alibi Stop me if you've heard this... Alibi, alibi But if I've done something right then don't be surprised There are soldiers who will kill but refuse to die But if I've done something wrong there's no "ifs and buts" 'Cause I love you just as much as I hate your guts Alibi, alibi, alibi, alibi... You were weak... You couldn't help it Alibi, alibi But you never had a pony Alibi, alibi And you don't need anybody Alibi, alibi But you are the only one that knows this Alibi, alibi You deserve it 'cause you're special Alibi, alibi Maybe Jesus wants you for a sunbeam Alibi, alibi And you're such a people person Alibi, alibi And I will be true to you forever Alibi, alibi But you're stupid and you're lazy Alibi, alibi Maybe we can make the future better Alibi, alibi And you don't need anybody Alibi, alibi But you are the only one that knows this Alibi, alibi You deserve it 'cause you're special Alibi, alibi Maybe Jesus wants you for a sunbeam Alibi, alibi Sometimes I'm so forgiving Everything seems bad to me But I can't go on living With this alibi, alibi, alibi... You were happy when you were poor And more honest and that's your... Alibi, ali |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
Mistreat me darling, and I might just disappear
Upon freighter running dark out of Algiers Put tiny grains in children tears While taking twenty five percent Of all the flashbulbs and mementos From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers I saw my baby talking to a man today Speaking softly in a confidential way I saw a shadow pull his glove off As a bluebird flew over, life's no pleasure When you doubt the one you love Who are all these strangers? I never will go back again, go back into the past For the flood is rising fast You can break your window and look down Into the muddy glass, it's a mirror or a lens to burn Now there was a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade Ransacks and loots, vacated suits And a pistol points but never shoots An army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots Upstairs, your man is painting rain out in the street Imagines woman that he's destined still to meet He's trying to sidetrack one to count on Caught somewhere between a countess and a courtesan And it's only love to feign and then it's gone Who are all these strangers? He's a privateer as dusk gets near A brigand after dark, his victim lined with chalk A corsair filled with horsehair to the core Dashed on your eyes of Adamantine You despised his stripling whine That little smudger and the mouthpiece that he's with Using his clause just like a practiced finger smith I dreamed I took his digit prints And then I sewed them on a villain's hands Watched him ransom and demand and then called the flatfoots in I never will go back again, go back into the past The flood is rising fast You can break your window and look down Into the muddy glass, it's a mirror or a lens to burn Who are all these strangers? All these strangers Sat upon a narrow bed Thought about the things she said All these strangers How I wished the night would end Tried to stop the days ahead I'd carve her name down in the wood Some small remembrance if I could |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Almost blue
Almost doing things we used to do There's a girl here, and she's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in hers too Now your eyes are red from crying Almost blue Flirting with this disaster became me It named me as the fool who only aimed to be Almost blue It's almost touching; it will almost do There's a part of me that's always true, always Not all good things come to an end now; it is only a chosen few I've seen such an unhappy couple Almost me Almost you Almost blue |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes
And her flawless skin and her petulant pout The memory of such a long blond alibi Still makes me want to shout out loud You ** when you clear your head my dear You can't come out here in those stolen clothes Telling me all about some mystery I hope she isn't one, I hope she isn't one of those [Chorus] Almost ideal eyes Viewed through a rosey hue So beautiful, trusting You find liberal is an insult now and care is what you pay for Be sure of what you're wishing for, be careful what you pray for When you look into those almost ideal Love is smiles, he will hypnotize you wild He tries to analyze your dreams Fill you up with all his big ideas while he really wants to make you Scream out loud at the phony innocence And pained pretence and the dismal rage. The vacant lot that thankfully time forgot Where you never have to act, you never have to act your age [Chorus] In the spirit(?) all your friends look uglier And you find you're wearing an evening gown Weeping over some tiny broken bird While the sky is decorated Shocking pink and a dirty shade of brown And you think you need to be tranquilized A feat that may fit to your new career Whatever you invent you'll never be content with [Chorus] |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
I found america had another corner of my wallet
it's a well kept secret, thought that I had better swallow it thought they'd make me spit out the truth before they find you're lying about your youth *b movie that's all you're to me just a soft-soap story don't want no woman to act on me you can't stand it when it goes to reel to reel to reel to reel I can't stand it when I go on trying, you can't feel all the time there's rule book in pretending there's no one in the wings and everybody's on the make it's not your heart I want to break turn out the lights I'm thinking that I want to go to sleep now but just give me a promise that I'm supposed to keep now I don't want some fool asking me why when I find you're finally making me cry *Repeat |
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from Anne Sofie Von Otter, Elvis Costello - For The Stars (2006)
It's not open to discussion anymore She's out again tonight and I'm alone once more She's all I have worth waiting for But baby plays around And so it seems I've always been the last to know To hold on to that girl, I had to let her go I wish to God I didn't love her so 'Cos baby plays around I try to be strong hold on to my pride She doesn't even know it's wrong, how much I hurt Inside And heaven knows I've tried But baby plays around. just a plaything It's hard to reconcile the facts I'm facing It's not open to discussion anymore She walks those shiny streets I walk the worn out floor She's all I have worth living for Baby plays, baby plays around |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
you say that you'll get him and you run and get your mummy
and you're almost beaten to the punch looking for the man who sold you the dummy and you're almost beaten to the punch laughing at the older guys who say it's just as well saved by the wedding bell almost beaten to the punch you're looking for somebody that you can knock-about you were almost beaten to the punch if you've got a head for figures then you better count me out you were almost beaten to the punch you pull the piece but you soon call it love you go ahead and end up almost beaten to the punch your body speaks so much louder than your voice you let it do the talking so I don't have any choice and now you find that younger guys are putting up resistance and you're almost beaten to the punch you'd better get out now because you'll never go the distance and you're almost beaten to the punch and you'll find a girl and you'll promise her anything even a wedding ring almost beaten to the punch |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
I was looking at the black and white world
it seemed so exciting if you'd only put me back to back with that girl when the night's inviting with just a little lighting there'll never be days like that again when I was just a boy and men were men you'd never go from moment to moment you're the living double of a single fiction you're the very colour poets compliment cause you feel the fingers friction it's a freeze frame, still it's real life you don't want to look cause you've seen the film and read the book I was looking at the black and white world trying to name some pin-up in those days she was just a beautiful girl now she's framed and hung up I thought she was younger until I saw her last night in close detail though they all fade away when you're so pale it's more than just a physical attraction starts with a face and ends up a fixation but you're never going to feel a fraction the way it used to work on your imagination when you were looking at a black and white world |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
I was looking at the black and white world
it seemed so exciting if you'd only put me back to back with that girl when the night's inviting with just a little lighting there'll never be days like that again when I was just a boy and men were men you'd never go from moment to moment you're the living double of a single fiction you're the very colour poets compliment cause you feel the fingers friction it's a freeze frame, still it's real life you don't want to look cause you've seen the film and read the book I was looking at the black and white world trying to name some pin-up in those days she was just a beautiful girl now she's framed and hung up I thought she was younger until I saw her last night in close detail though they all fade away when you're so pale it's more than just a physical attraction starts with a face and ends up a fixation but you're never going to feel a fraction the way it used to work on your imagination when you were looking at a black and white world |
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from Elvis Costello - Almost Blue (1981)
We stood there in the courthouse room so close but far apart
You brought along the lawyer and I brought a broken heart The judge pronounced the words the way you wanted him to do You changed your name from Brown to Jones and mine from Brown to Blue I couldn't help my tears from falling on the courtroom floor My love, they took away my right to love you anymore My world just seemed to stop as I stood there so close to you You changed your name from Brown to Jones and mine from Brown to Blue The judge forgot to tell me how I'd live my life alone What I would do without you after loving you so long He didn't seem to care that I'm still in love with you You changed your name from Brown to Jones and mine from Brown to Blue I couldn't help my tears from falling on the courtroom floor My love, they took away my right to love you anymore My world just seemed to stop as I stood there so close to you You changed your name from Brown to Jones and mine from Brown to Blue |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope
But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving It's not for the faint of pulse or anybody false Those amateurs who simply shed their skins So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots? Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done The bells and hands were only there for the wringing And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping down the blooms of the deceased The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border Somewhere in the high command, there stayed the palest hand That saw the order countermand, erased a tape recorder And then they hung him from a window cord Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while Before we spill the tale that we have spun And now I shall confide all that I have denied Oh, I'm so sorry for the things I've done Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging After our assassin's work was done The bells and hands were only there for the wringing And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Can You Be True? - Elvis Costello
Can you be true? Can this possibly be real? I knew quite suddenly Do you sense how I feel? I long to hear you whisper my name 'Til you tell me "My Darling, you may be my man." There will be days when you must go from my sight There may be nights when clouds deny us starlight Only time will tell us I hope that it speaks gently if it isn't meant to be Then again By then we might not be listening so attentively I will be there If the days bring torments and trials To close the distances only measured in miles I long to hold you all through the night And to tell you "My Darling, you make everything seem right" And then I'll hear you calling in my name And I'll answer "My Darling, I may be your man" |
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from Jenny Lewis - Acid Tongue (2008)
They come to town when the war is over
Dirty boots in the middle of the night Trolling the bars, hitting on the soldiers Boys give it up without a fight They say, "Hey, boy, how about your place? I know you really want to take me home" Drop the bags off on the bedroom floor They make love with the lights on, saying "I'm a carpetbagger, baby I'm coming to your town I'm going to treat you kind I'm going to rob you blind I'll smile all the time Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah Sally could have had any one of the boys But she couldn't love no one she could not control Friend of mine and her got married I don't hear too much from him anymore Last I heard, he had a rope 'round his neck Dragging around the grocery store Carrying her bags and pushing down the aisles Saying, "I ain't got no home in this world anymore" "I'm a carpetbagger, baby I'm coming to your town I'm going to treat you kind I'm going to rob you blind I'll smile all the time Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah They come to town when the party's over Books been written and truths been tried They'll take it all if the door's left open Steal the nose right from under your eyes "I'm a carpetbagger, baby I'm coming to your town I'm going to treat you kind I'm going to rob you blind I'll smile all the time Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah, whoa yeah |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
She stood spot lit in a plain print dress
Came howling out of the wilderness There beat a cunning and murderous heart Beneath that calm exterior You know my name, you don't know my mind Don't doubt my eyes, they betray the past And I've already forgotten Much more than you will ever know Every word that I have spoken is true Except the ones that have been broken in two Trying to make peace after the long night of pretend Need a pawnbroker or a moneylender Why do you do me down, Mister? Sing "Hallelujah", sister Turn up the volume just to turn it down The trivial secrets buried with the profound It's enough to put a church underground It's enough to put a church underground Deflowered young and then ever since She's tried to wash off his fingerprints So every charlatan and prince Was made to feel inferior She worked for tips in a 10-cent dance Said moving pictures might pay perchance 10,000 one-way tickets to the sparkling coast From the blank interior Everybody's either talking in code Or getting ready to explode And she was singing in a five-piece band Seems that no one really wants this sound Why do you do me down, Mister? Sing "Hallelujah", sister Turn up the volume just to turn it down The trivial secrets buried with the profound It's enough to put a church underground It's enough to put a church underground The shaft of fanlight streaked with rain Poured through the glass, punched through the pain A holy picture hidden in the midden of that poisoned stitch Her lonely voice was just a ruin in these riches She must have been dreaming this all along Could she be redeeming herself in song? I'm no one's martyred, plaster saint Below the grease, beneath the paint I'm rolling like barrel, swinging like a gallows I'm rising up fast like all hell and all hallows Why do you do me down, Mister? Sing "Hallelujah," sister I'll be damned or purgatory bound Before those jokers ever understand It's enough to put a church underground It's enough to put a church underground It's enough to put a church underground |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
tears on your blackmail
they turn to ransom a point of the fingernail says you're so handsome *clowntime is over time to take over while others just talk and talk somebody's watching where the others don't walk clowntime is over a voice in the shadows says that his men know he don't step back as expected he's otherwise an unprotected *Repeat almost too good to be true who do you? What do you do? Why do you do? Everybody's hiding under covers who's making lovers' lane safe again for lovers *Repeat |
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Tears on your blackmail
A point of the fingernail Says that he's handsome Clowntime is over Time to take cover While others just talk and talk Somebody's watching where the others don't walk Clowntime is over A voice in the shadows Says that his men know He don't step back as expected He's otherwise and unprotected Chorus Almost too good to be true Who do you? why do you? what do you do? While everybody's hiding under covers Who's making lover's lane safe again for lovers? Chorus |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty
You're going off limits Going off duty Going off the rails Going off with booty They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in clubland? There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work You've come to shoot the pony They've come to do the jerk They leave him half way to paradise They leave you half way to bliss The ladies' invitation never seemed like this The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in clubland? The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town Meanwhile in clubland they are ready to pull them down Hey The right to work is traded in for the right to refuse admission Don't pass out now, there's no refund (when) did you find out what you were missing The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment Thursday to Saturday Money's gone already Some things come in common these days Your hands and work aren't steady The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in clubland? |
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from Elvis Costello - Almost Blue (1981)
Up above me are the skies
Like the twinkle in your eyes Blue must be the colour of the blues In the mail, the letters came But you can't pay for love the same Blue must be the colour of the blues The bluebird singin' in the trees Seems to sympathize with me 'Cause he's not singin' like he used to do Pretty waters in the sea Feel as cold as you left me Blue must be the colour of the blues Blue days come and blue days go The way I feel, nobody knows Life is finally empty without you There's a blue note in each song That I sing since you've been gone Blue must be the colour of the blues |
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from Elvis Costello - Almost Blue (1981)
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
They say you only live to see the lights of town I wasted my time when I would try, try, try 'Cause when the lights have lost their glow, you'll cry, cry, cry Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone And you'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone You'll come to me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone When everyone's forgotten and you're on your own You're gonna cry, cry, cry I lie awake at night and wait till you come in You stay a little while and then you're gone again Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you You'll come back to me for a little love that's true I'll tell you no and you're gonna ask me why, why, why When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been You're gonna cry, cry, cry |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
There is a button and there's a switch There is a needle and there's a dial There is a lever I want to lift And still you treat me like I'm a child Daddy can I turn this? Daddy can I turn this? Will it be very dangerous? Or will it taste nice? You wash your hands with perfume and spice I'll tell you when I want your advice Daddy can I turn this? Daddy can I turn this? Is anybody acting your age? You got a girl you keep in a cage You give her present after a while A birthday cake containing a file Daddy can I turn this? Daddy can I turn this? The flashing lights go running 'round and 'round It spits out money It tastes like honey So drink it down It leaves the slightest chemical taste It could be most unfortunate Earrings that jangle before they're seen She slaps your face like a tambourine Daddy can I turn this? Daddy can I turn this? Daddy can I turn this? Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy |
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from Elvis Costello - Almost Blue (1981)
Here I am late again for the last time
And like I promised, I just told her goodbye Please believe me 'cause this time, it's really over And darling, you know I wouldn't lie Didn't I come and tell you about her How temptation lured she and I Now I know it was only fascination And darling, you know I wouldn't lie I had to let her down easy as slow as I could After all, she's got feelings too But it took a little longer than I thought it would But this time, she knows we're really through She wanted to hold me forever And this lipstick shows her final try And these tears on my shoulder are proof that she failed And darling, you know I wouldn't lie |
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from Until The End Of The World (이 세상 끝까지) [ost] (1997)
Thank you for the days Those endless days those sacred days you gave me I'm thinking of the days I won't forget a single day believe me I bless the light I bless the light that shines on you believe me And though you're gone You're with me every single day believe me Days I remember all my life Days where you can't see wrong from right You took my life And then I knew that very soon you'd leave me But it's alright Now I'm not frightened of this world believe me I wish today could be tomorrow The night is dark It just brings sorrow let it wait Thank you for the days Those endless days those sacred days you gave me I'm thinking of the days I won't forget a single day believe me I bless the light I bless the light that shines on you believe me And though you're gone You're with me every single day believe me Days I remember all my life Days where you can't see wrong from right You took my life And then I knew that very soon you'd leave me But it's alright Now I'm not frightened of this world believe me...days Thank you for the days Those endless days those sacred days you gave me I'm thinking of the days I won't forget a single day believe me I bless the light I bless the light that shines on you believe me And though you're gone You're with me every single day believe me...days |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup What makes the world just waking up Revolve? Dissolve Who know where on earth it's going to stop? I can't hear you 'cos we're breaking up Dissolve And the stones in the track make work for the mechanic The birds all fly from the branches in a panic And a back-fire echoes down the hillside As the last headline report dies Dissolve Ice is melting a the distant Pole The gin and tonic glasses overflow Dissolve The precious little else that I could say Your stupid tear of laughter washed away Dissolve While the poisonous light pours from the picture palace And it flickers on, tries so hard to be scandalous A child keeps beating on a toy drum And the tablets dropped on your tongue Dissolve "So salute me in moving frame" "I might not be there when you look again" The mourning border card behind the clock The hour that he passed, unwound and stopped Dissolve |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
Everything seems so tranquil
Home movies with no subtitles Don't you wish you knew what they were sayin' When the film keeps playin', playin' ? Oh, he's Doctor Luther's assistant He'll close in when he seems so distant Doctor Luther's assistant He'll get on top of you when you lower your resistance Some say he is just a lackey Changing words while the ink is still tacky He's absolutely indispensable He keeps the other boys in suspense Oh, he's Doctor Luther's assistant He'll close in when he seems so distant Doctor Luther's assistant He'll get on top of you when you lower your resistance Luther is locked in a broken-down cinema Watches his wife with his video camera Sees his best boy makin' her grin Out of the kitchen, she's gone with the wind Oh, Doctor Luther's assistant He'll close in, when he seems so distant Doctor Luther's assistant He'll get on top of you when you lower your resistance |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
If dust could only talk What would we hear it say? Before it's brushed aside Just as it's swept away It's just the evidence It's of no consequence It's only flesh and bone Why don't you leave it alone? If dust could only speak Caught in a falling beam If dust could only cry If dust could only scream For it's the single witness that might testify Could I spit out the truth? Or would you rather just swallow a lie? But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape Before they start to wander Or they start to shrink You rub your eye a little and appear to blink And then she caught you staring She knows what you're thinking What got into you is not a ghost as such It was just dust Here comes the juggernaut Here come The Poisoners They choke the life and land And rob the joy from us Why do they taste of sugar? Oh, when they're made of money Here come the Lamb of God And the butcher's boy, Sonny Well, I believe we just Become a speck of dust |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
I spy for the "Spirit of Curiosity" All the scandals of each vain monstrosity I gossip and I pry and I insinuate If the failure is great Then it tends to fascinate A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane But nothing could compare with the explosion of fame So you jumped back with alarm Every Elvis has his army Every rattlesnake his charm Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine? Your memory was buried in simple box of pine Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak? Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek? It's such a shame you had to break the heart You could have counted on but the last thing you need is another Episode of blonde Revolving like a jeweller's figure on a music box Spangled curtain parted and night-club scene unlocks Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon Tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan This stolen feeling Amplified up through a busted speaker Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards, Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Telmo Repeat chorus I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble Now they are both living in a soft soap bubble The film producer's con |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
I spy for the "Spirit of Curiosity"
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity I gossip and I pry and I insinuate If the failure is great Then it tends to fascinate A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane But nothing could compare with the explosion of fame So you jumped back with alarm Every Elvis has his army Every rattlesnake his charm Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine? Your memory was buried in simple box of pine Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak? Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek? It's such a shame you had to break the heart You could have counted on but the last thing you need is another Episode of blonde Revolving like a jeweller's figure on a music box Spangled curtain parted and night-club scene unlocks Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon Tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan This stolen feeling Amplified up through a busted speaker Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards, Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Telmo Repeat chorus I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble Now they are both living in a soft soap bubble The film producer's con |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Figure hanging on a leather band
Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime [Chorus:] So stay the hands, arrest the time Till I am captured by your touch Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favorite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip and polish this unvarnished truth The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse [Chorus] Put out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste [Chorus] |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
Maybe you'll recognize in time
Maybe one day you will discover All the pain that lies behind You and your unfortunate love Somebody might be more Unsuitable and strange With eyes that offer everything That are capable of danger My mind turns over lies you told Things said to your other lover As sweet as they had been to me You lay there telling them to each other Now I stand outside the door My head is filled phrases Inside someone's calling out Their voices rise in praises Five small words Don't you want me anymore? Five small words Well, who is keeping score? Coward that you are You would faithlessly implore "Baby, please don't leave me Why don't you believe me?" Why did you deceive me? Didn't take some shiny dagger Tattooed fingers grip and hone I walked under stone dark ladder I heard your final loving moan All your indiscretions are So merciful and brief Genteel poison sprinkled on Your Spanish handkerchief Five small words Don't you want me anymore? Five small words Well, who is keeping score? The coward that you are You would faithlessly implore "Baby, please don't leave me Why don't you believe me?" Why did you deceive me? Maybe in time you'll want me more Accidentally like this '45 This '45 |
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from Anne Sofie Von Otter, Elvis Costello - For The Stars (2006)
The stars were so much brighter then, they dim and die So why pretend the sky goes on forever. But if they fade as science teaches, Poets lose the power of speech waste paper, ink and feather If I'd taken up the trumpet as I should have done Then I wouldn't be always losing sleep while I'm trying to make this rhyme For the stars were so much they were so much brighter then If I couldn't put a price on your head What's the use of me trying for the stars? The morning comes the days are just the time between until the dusk when we can be together If I'd taken up the drums and I could play in time. If I had the power Would I be wondering how I'm ever going to be write this down. For the stars wree so much They were so much brighter then If I couldn't put a price on your head Then what's the use of me trying for the stars |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
I'm packing up my memories
And I'm gonna move all out of your heart I'm turning in my keys And I'm gonna move all out of your heart 'Cause there ain't room enough for two In dreams that were made for me and you I'm telling you, it's getting mighty crowded Too crowded for me It's getting mighty crowded I'm gonna take these things of mine And I'm gonna move all out of your life Stop wasting my time And I'm gonna move all out of your life 'Cause there ain't room enough for three In dreams that were made for you and me So you see, it's getting mighty crowded Too crowded for me It's getting mighty crowded I'm saving you the trouble of putting me down Starting on the double, yeah yeah I'm gonna shop around I'm gonna find another heart Where I can live all by myself Gonna find another heart I don't have to share with anybody else 'Cause you don't treat me like you should And hanging around this neighborhood is no good It's getting mighty crowded Too crowded for me, getting mighty crowded I'm packing up my memories, getting mighty crowded Too crowded for me, getting mighty crowded Too crowded for me, getting mighty crowded |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
Maureen and Stan were looking for a job
They got songs for every occasion And a little limelight robbery No one will employ them There's nothing to decide So he autographs his overdraft While she goes out of her mind Stuck on the wall with a thousand faces Unwanted posters of the haunted places Roll up for the ghost train Non-stop through the city Step right up and show your face We only want the pretty ones Roll up for the ghost train Non-stop through the city Step right up and show your face We only want the pretty ones Maureen and Stan at the skating rink Looking for the drummer who threw up in the sink Laughing and singing, dressed up like dice Maybe they could freeze to death out there on the ice Look at the graceful way she dances One foot speaks, the other answers Roll up for the ghost train Non-stop through the city Step right up and show your face We only want the pretty ones Roll up for the ghost train Non-stop through the city Step right up and show your face We only want the pretty ones She plays the queen of the fleapit He plays a Spanish guitar He got a black eye from a waitress She's not seeing any stars You can be refused, you can be replaced You can change your name but you can't change your face While they make believe it's just another holiday They turn on each other when they hear that joker say Roll up for the ghost train Non-stop through the city Step right up and show your face We only want the pretty ones Roll up for the ghost train We only want the pretty ones |
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from Elvis Costello - Get Happy (1980)
There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder
I thought I heard you mention my name, can't you talk any louder ? Don't come any closer, don't come any nearer My vision of you can't get any clearer Oh, i just want to hear girls talk I got a loaded imagination being fired by girls talk But I can't say the words you want to hear I suppose you're going to have to play it by ear Right here and now Girls talk and they want to know how Girls talk and they say it's not allowed Girls talk, if they say that it's so Don't you think that I know by now That the word up on everyone's lips Stick that you're dedicated Though you may not be an old fashioned girl You're still going to get dated Was it really murder ? Were you just pretending ? Lately I have heard you are the living end Girls talk and they wanna know about her Girls talk, they wanna know if I care Girls talk and they wanna know where Girls talk girls talk |
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from Gloomy Sunday (글루미 선데이) by Detlef Petersen [ost] (2000)
비극의 곡이라 몇몇 국가에서는 심지어 한때 재생금지 유통금지 시켰다는 Gloomysunday. 슬픈마음이 너무 잘 표현되 듣는사람마저 심각한 우울증을 일으켯다는 깊은 이야기가있는 곡을
엘비스 코스텔로만의 색깔로 다시표현했다. 노래를 들어보면 노팅힐 주제가 'SHE'를 불럿던 사람과 같은 사람인가가 의심스러울정도로 슬픈 마음을 잘 표현한 곡이다. Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you With the last breath of my heart I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, deep Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday |
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from Elvis Costello - Painted From Memory (1998)
Now I have nothing So God give me strength 'Cos I'm weak in her wake And if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength I can't hold on to her God give me strength When the phone doesn't ring And I'm lost in imagining Everything that kind of love is worth As I tumble back down to the earth That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God if she'd grant me her indulgence and decline I might as well Wipe her from my memory Fracture the spell As she becomes my enemy Maybe I was washed out Like a lip-print on his shirt See, I'm only human I want him to hurt I want him I want him to hurt Since I lost the power to pretend That there could ever be a happy ending That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength |
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from Elvis Costello - The Sweetest Punch - The New Songs of Elvis Costello & Burt Bacharach (1999)
Now I have nothing
So God give me strength 'Cos I'm weak in her wake And if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength I can't hold on to her God give me strength When the phone doesn't ring And I'm lost in imagining Everything that kind of love is worth As I tumble back down to the earth That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God if she'd grant me her indulgence and decline I might as well Wipe her from my memory Fracture the spell As she becomes my enemy Maybe I was washed out Like a lip-print on his shirt See, I'm only human I want him to hurt I want him I want him to hurt Since I lost the power to pretend That there could ever be a happy ending That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength |
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from Elvis Costello - The Sweetest Punch - The New Songs of Elvis Costello & Burt Bacharach (1999)
Now I have nothing
So God give me strength 'Cos I'm weak in her wake And if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength I can't hold on to her God give me strength When the phone doesn't ring And I'm lost in imagining Everything that kind of love is worth As I tumble back down to the earth That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God if she'd grant me her indulgence and decline I might as well Wipe her from my memory Fracture the spell As she becomes my enemy Maybe I was washed out Like a lip-print on his shirt See, I'm only human I want him to hurt I want him I want him to hurt Since I lost the power to pretend That there could ever be a happy ending That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Now I have nothing
So God give me strength 'Cos I'm weak in her wake And if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength I can't hold on to her God give me strength When the phone doesn't ring And I'm lost in imagining Everything that kind of love is worth As I tumble back down to the earth That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God if she'd grant me her indulgence and decline I might as well Wipe her from my memory Fracture the spell As she becomes my enemy Maybe I was washed out Like a lip-print on his shirt See, I'm only human I want him to hurt I want him I want him to hurt Since I lost the power to pretend That there could ever be a happy ending That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength |
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from Elvis Costello - Almost Blue (1981)
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, But at least your lips caressed them While you packed Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee That you poured and didn't drink But at least you thought you wanted it, Tat's so much more than I can say for me What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin' Funny I don't even care As you turn to walk away As the door behind you closes The only thing I have to say It's been a good year for the roses After three full years of marriage, It's the first time that you haven't made the bed I guess the reason we're not talkin', Tere's so little left to say we haven't said While a million thoughts go racin' through my mind I find I haven't said a word From the bedroom the familiar sound Of a baby's cryin' goes unheard What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin' Funny I don't even care As you turn to walk away As the door behind you closes The only thing I have to say It's been a good year for the roses |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-07-05 13:48:13
Subject : Elvis Costello - Favourite hour / God give me strength
