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from One Day (원 데이) by Rachel Portman [ost] (2011)
Lonely ..
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from One Day (원 데이) by Rachel Portman [ost] (2011)
Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what an imitation is? Only you do You can paint his nails Make him wear high heels Why waste time altering the hemline? Or do you? Tear off your own head Tear off your own head It's a doll revolution You can bat your lashes You can cut your strings You can pull his hair with your moveable fingers It looks so real If one won't do it, so collect the set Dress him in pink ribbons Put him in a kitchenette How does this feel? Tear off your own head Tear off your own head It's a doll revolution What's that sound? It will turn you around It's a doll revolution They're taking over And they're tearing it down It's a doll revolution You can pull and pinch him 'Til he cries and squeals You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards Those plastic features You could make somebody a pretty little wife But don't let anybody tell you how to live your life Broken pieces Tear off your own head Tear off your own head It's a doll revolution Tear off your own head Revolution |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
I lost you, I lost you
You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you've passed over me And there's nothing I can do because I lost you Just like a rich man who is careless of his change I took you for granted and then you went to strangers From deep within my heart I feel a distant fading pulse A poor woman looking for last coin in her purse I lost you, I lost you You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you've passed over me And there's nothing I can do because I lost you Just like a counterfeit, you pass from palm to palm I chased the one I surely loved to someone else's arms I mislaid my senses, now that's easy to say A fool who took his pleasure and then threw his love away I lost you, I lost you You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you've passed over me And there's nothing I can do because I lost you I lost you I lost you |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
Third-Class ticket in his pocket
Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets Tweed coat turned up against the fog Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor Between the very memory And approaches of war Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter Loose change lonely, not the right amount Forgotten Man of an indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody's calling you again The sky is falling Jimmie's standing in the rain Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery town A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now Eyes going in and out of focus Mild and bitter from tuberculosis Forgotten Man Indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody's calling you again The sky is falling Jimmie's standing in the rain Her soft breath was gentle on his neck If he could choose the time to die Then he would come and go like this Underneath a painted sky She woke up and called him ""Charlie"" by mistake And then in shame began to cry Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase And then warms their hands around the brazier Forgotten Man Indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody's calling you again It's finally dawning Jimmie's standing in the rain Brilliantine glistening Your soft plaintive whistling And your wan wandering smile Died down at The Hippodrome Now you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the ""toodle-oos"" and ""Oh, my dears"" down at ""The Argyle"" Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society Forgotten Man Indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody's calling you again It's finally dawning Jimmie's standing in the rain |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
She attracts dark rumours
Travels in blue and other humours Each time she walks in the room Brings in much more than you'd assume Ooo, I looked in her eyes and out through that window I fell She's My Lovely Jezebel She neglects you and then ransacks you so very well She suspects your sweet confection When you talk in contradictions Then she walks without detection Overrules all your objections Ooo, I looked in her eyes and through that window I fell She's My Lovely Jezebel Man is miserable ape and sad pile of sticks He comes out swinging, gets in a few licks The longest of drumrolls for the shortest of tricks So she attracts bad intentions She distracts all my attention With her ways and her wild inventions The facts of life they forgot to mention Ooo, I looked in her eyes and down through that window I fell She's My Lovely Jezebel She neglects you and then ransacks you so very well |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
Runnin' pell-mell and harum-scarum
Runnin' as hot as they do or dare Stick out your tongue and drink down all the venom Off Cut-Throat Cuthbert and Millicent St.Cy From the real old Macau To the new False Americas In the liberated territories Unusual suspects shake down Shake down, shake down Various dubious characters Mother's in the kitchen pickin' bones for breakfast Boilin' them down by the bushel and the score Pull out your thumb and count what's left on your fist There's a wolf at the window with a ravenin' maw Did you find how to lie? Did you find out how to cheat? The elite bleat, they're obsolete So are your prospects Exact, perfect object? Now if you'd only genuflect They're runnin' wild just like some Childish tantrum Meanwhile we're workin' every day Payin' off the National Ransom Woe betide all this hocus-pocus They're runnin' us ragged at their first attempt Around the time the killin' stopped on Wall St. You couldn't hold me, baby, with anythin' but contempt Letters peal slowly from our speech The Claxton attempts to preach Stretchin' out for stars still out of reach Drownin', flailin', outside Someone's wailin' They're runnin' wild just like some Childish tantrum Meanwhile we're workin' every day Payin' off the National Ransom They're runnin' wild just like some Childish tantrum Meanwhile we're workin' every day Payin' off the National Ransom |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
Raining slapping on the window pane
An hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the slightest gap Rattling between the frame and the sill Drapes hanging from the final act When I had you still One lonely bird is singing Lower the hood hung of his lament Dash him down on cold cement One Bell Ringing Flies buzzing round strip search light They've got him down on his knees He thinks of honey dripping from a spoon Girls whispering in Portuguese Between muzzle and the black site Electrical contact Deny your name and then carry the blame Somewhat after the fact One lonely bird is singing Lower the hood hung on that last lament Dash him down on cold cement One Bell Ringing |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
Tempest blows up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of slattern The scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small Outside the wind is punchin', there's no one to hear it No one hears the bell ring except the one who comes to fear it And they continue to brawl He's buyin' his way into heaven I suppose He weeps at the blows But down in a location that we cannot disclose He turns the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Crowd done up dandy in diamonds and finery Bayin' and howlin', all blood-lusty callin' Fists like pistons, faces like meat spoilin' Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys, haul Later in the evenin', Molly and her gunman Go down the stairs to the dive like a dungeon Meanwhile in the backroom, there's a girl like a sponge Sayin', "Bring him along as a constable's truncheon" The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come Then blows them all to the hereafter Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view? Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue? They're hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose Before the gates are closed But down in a location that we cannot disclose They turn the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross The gale of hale laughter scales up the ivory Black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor Die away breathless diminishin' behind her Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys, haul The water came up to the eaves You'd think someone had opened a valve It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary They're hurlin' themselves into heaven I suppose Before the gates are closed But down in a location that we cannot disclose They turn the dial slowly Through the Stations of the Cross Through the Stations of the Cross Through the Stations of the Cross |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
I have a friend
She's just a friend I tried to comfort and defend I gave her what you might call advice But nothing like that comes without a price The rumour was a cruel surprise And she dissolved before my eyes I offered my hand and hers and mine entwined I thought about back then when I wished that she had been mine There's no use in shedding any tears He's no good to you the way he is He's beyond forgiving and believing Half of his heart is torn like paper It's sweet as the syrup from the maple But that's not the part of him you're leaving In time they're bound to wonder why It's just a thrill you can't deny I offered my shoulder right away Now people will talk about what I can't say And yet the whispers still persist They're getting harder to resist How am I supposed to stop loving you now I've begun? And I'm sorry for what I might do more than what I have done There's no use in shedding any tears He's no good to you the way he is He's beyond forgiving and believing Half of his heart is filled with pain That's sweet as a lick of sugarcane But that's not the part of him you're leaving Love is a many splintered thing That only cuts roses and ribbons that cling But that's not the part of him you're leaving |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
The spell that you cast
Seems to be wearing off fast (The spell that you cast) Come back baby, cos I don't know if I can last (The spell that you cast) And I wonder whether You got some other kind of lover That you like to please Better than me I don't think I can take it How am I going break it? The Spell That You Cast The spell that you've woven Seems to be coming undone (The spell that you cast) Come back, Baby or at least tell me where you are going (The spell that you cast) 'Cos you know quite well I'm not a jealous kind of feller But they look in your eyes And they're all hypnotized I'm going to miss you madly 'Cos I love you sadly The Spell That You Cast Jimmy come quickly 'cos I feel quite sickly (The Spell That You Cast) You're like a gangster's Molly with a cannonade volley (The Spell That You Cast) I don't think I can take it How am I going break it? The Spell That You Cast |
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from Elvis Costello - National Ransom [International Jewel Version] (2010)
The homecoming fanfare is echoing still
Now tapping on tables and sensing a chill Poor families expecting a loved one's return Only son and some charlatan specter, oh, when will they learn? You hung the moon from a gallows in the sky Choked out the light in his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment, the sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side The lines of the fallen are viewed through the glass You cannot touch them at all Or hear their footfall just as they go past The drunken ground is where they are bound You hung the moon from a gallows in the sky Choked out the light in his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment, the sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side So slap out his terrors and sneer at his tears We deal with deserters like this From the breech to the barrel, the bead we will level Break earth with a shovel, quick march on the double And lower him shallow like tallow down in the abyss You hung the moon from a gallows in the sky Choked out the light in his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment, the sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side Since he was taken from my side The homecoming fanfare is echoing still |
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from Elvis Costello - I Lost You [single] (2010)
I lost you, I lost you
You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you've passed over me And there's nothing I can do because I lost you Just like a rich man who is careless of his change I took you for granted and then you went to strangers From deep within my heart I feel a distant fading pulse A poor woman looking for last coin in her purse I lost you, I lost you You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you've passed over me And there's nothing I can do because I lost you Just like a counterfeit, you pass from palm to palm I chased the one I surely loved to someone else's arms I mislaid my senses, now that's easy to say A fool who took his pleasure and then threw his love away I lost you, I lost you You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you've passed over me And there's nothing I can do because I lost you I lost you I lost you |
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from Fall Out Boy - Folie A Deux (2008)
I've got troubled thoughts And self esteem to match What a catch What a catch whoa oh You'll never catch us So just let me be Instead I'll be fine Till the hospital Or american embasy Miss Flack Said I still want you back Yeah Miss flack said I still want you back I've got troubled thoughts And self esteem to match What a catch What a catch And all I can think of Is the way I'm the one who charmed The one who gave up on you Who gave up on you They say the captain goes down with the ship So when the world ends Will God go down with it Miss flack said I still want you back Yeah Miss flack said I still want you ba a ack I've got troubled thoughts And Self esteem to match What a catch What a catch And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed The one who gave up on you Who gave up on you Na na nanana na na nanana Na na nanana na na What a catch what a catch what a catch I will never end up like him Behind my back I already am Keep a calender This way you will always know I've got troubled thoughts and self esteem to match What a catch what a catch And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed The one who gave up on you Who gave up on you Where is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentleman maybe he wont Down down in an earlier round sugar Dance dance we're falling apart to half time dance dance these This aint a scene it's a goddamn arms race this aint a scene it's a One more night and one more time thanks for the memories even Growing up growing up I've got troubled thoughts and Self esteem to match What a catch What a catch |
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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 Weeds by Brandon Jay [ost] (2006)
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes, little boxes, Little boxes, just the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky-tacky And they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All ran to the university, And they were put in boxes, And they came out all the same There's a doctor and a lawyer And a business executive, And they're all made out of ticky-tacky And they all look just the same. |
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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 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 Anne Sofie Von Otter, Elvis Costello - For The Stars (2006)
I want to vanish This is my fondest wish To go where I cannot be captured Laid on a decorated dish Even in splendor this curious fate Is more than I care to surrender Now it's too late Whether in wonder or indecent haste You arrange the mirrors and the spools To snare the rare and precious jewels That were only made of paste If you should stumble upon my last remark I'm crying in the wilderness I'm trying my best to make it dark How can I tell you I'm rarer than most I'm certain as a lost dog Pondering a sign post Chorus I want to vanish This is my last request I've given you the awful truth Now give me my rest |
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from Anne Sofie Von Otter, Elvis Costello - For The Stars (2006)
I fear, my dear We've forgotten the things strangers do If we could look back To the terrible thrill that we knew Am I imagining a world without you? Must we be shamed into love? What can I say? Will you pardon my stupid embrace? Sometimes I'm desperate While you're wiping the smile from your face Am I surrendering, or am I replaced? Must we be shamed into love? Shamed into love You're once a fool for having it Twice a fool for letting it go Somewhere my love there's a feeling deep inside of me That I can't let go Oh you'll never know But then my darling I've forbidden myself to confess I've looked around now But I always return to your face In a world where everything I once cursed, I bless It must be you who shamed me into love Must we be shamed into love? |
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from Anne Sofie Von Otter, Elvis Costello - For The Stars (2006)
Phone's off the No one knows where we are It's a long time since I Drank champagne The ocean is blue As blue as your eyes I'm gonna take it with me When I go Old long since gone Now way back when We lived in Coney Island Ain't no good thing Ever dies I'm gonna take it with me When I go Far far away a train Whistle blows Wherever you're goin Wherever you've been Waving good bye at the end Of the day You're up and you're over And you're far away Always for you, and Forever yours It felt just like the old days We fell asleep on Beaula's porch I'm gonna take it with me When I go All broken down by The side of the road I was never more alive or Alone I've worn the faces off All the cards I'm gonna take it with me When I go Children are playing At the end of the day Strangers are singing On our lawn It's got to be more Than flesh and bone All that you're loved Is all you own In a land there's a town And in that town there's A house And in that house There's a woman And in that woman There's a hart I love I'm gonna take it With me when I go I'm gonna take it With me when I go |
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from Anne Sofie Von Otter, Elvis Costello - For The Stars (2006)
These rooms play tricks upon you Remember when they were always filled with laughter? But now they're quite deserted They seem to just echo voices raised in anger Maybe you will see my face Reflected there on the pane In the window of our poor Forlorn and broken home Still this house is empty now There's nothing I can do To make you want to stay So tell me how Am I supposed to live without you? These walls were lined with pictures Remember the glass we charged in celebration? But now I fill my life up With all that I can to deaden this sensation Do you recognize the face Fixed in that fine silver frame Were you really so unhappy then? You never said So this house is empty now There's nothing I can do To make you want to stay So tell me how Am I supposed to live without you? Oh, if I could just become forgetful When night seems endless Does the extinguished candle care About the darkness? It's funny how my mem?ry Will bring you so close then make you disappear Meanwhile all our friends must choose Who they will favour, who they will lose Hang the garland high or close the door And throw away the key This house is empty now There's no one living here You have to care about This house is empty now There's nothing I can do To make you want to stay So tell me how Am I supposed to live without you? This house is empty now There's no one living here You have to care about This house is empty now There's nothing I can do To make you want to stay So tell me how Am I supposed to live without you |
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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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Siren is bending, the radio humming
Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming The score is obscure, the melody fractured It went by my window, refused to be captured I hope that I wake up in time Good King Neptune came flipping up my street He was a sad case tripping up the staircase Friends and relations are laughing at my head Gathered like crows at the end of my bed I hope that I wake up in time If you can't or can't quite Think again, you can't fight That you might not be smite If it's wrong, it's not right I say it once and I'll say it again Now and forever and ever, amen Siren is bending, the radio is humming, Who do you love now and who are you damning? The score is obscure and the melody fractured The bird by my window refused to be captured I hope I wake up in time If you can or can't quite Think again, you can't fight That you might not be smite If it's wrong, it's not right I'll say it once and I'll say it again Life is a beautiful thing I've said it before I can't say it much more Life is a beautiful thing |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Put away forbidden playthings
Amusements and distractions And dismantle the contraption and carry it away In time as beauty dissolves into glamor It slips from your heart and falls under the hammer Put away forbidden playthings Put away forbidden playthings And never return to pluck out that jewel Or find the thrill that lingers still While suffering the dream of disobeying Put away forbidden playthings Put away forbidden playthings Put away forbidden playthings |
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