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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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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 Elvis Costello - The River In Reverse (2006) | |||||
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| from Elvis Costello - The River In Reverse (2006) | |||||
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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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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you And wonder who Is kissing you Oh, these sleepless nights Will brake my heart in two Somehow, through the day I don't give in I hide the tears That wait within Oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart again Why did you go? Oh, why did you go? Don't you know, don't you know I need you? Through the sleepless nights I cry for you And wonder who Is kissing you Oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT <i>Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS</i> |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Speak darkly, my angel
Or do I have to plead? The sweetness has gone out of it And all that's left is bitter barren greed A needy lover with her almost vanished liar Entangled as the gloom is strangled by the clinging brier That ventures out to gather in the gloom That perfect mouth is ruined now For as you turn down the corners of your smile And cloud your dim corrupted eyes Just before the concertina wrecks your noble brow The fatal flaw I can't allow Depart now, my angel The gaoler of my youth Sends fifty thousand reasons Why I never ever try to tell the truth The season's over And it's time for either one of us to go Stand by the window But don't lean so temptingly into the drop that calls below For if you tumble back I look so good in black |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Well, you're standing on the corner, flagging all the girls you see
Now do like EC and let those ladies be You know that's wrong, man, you know that's wrong Boy, you better get control, that's how you got killed before That girl you just met who got a big guy for a pal Who'll put knots on your head for messing with his gal So take it steady, man, let those women go Well, I'm just trying to tell you, that's how you got killed before Now, you wouldn't listen, Ephrom, you got two black eyes That's what you get, Daddy, for messing with men's wives So take it steady, whoa, let those women go Well, I'm just trying to tell you, that's how you got killed before |
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| from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006) | |||||
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Upon a veil of midnight blue
There hung a crescent moon To light the view But you didn't whisper the words When the moment arose I wonder how she knows You find your tongue is tied Your words escape and hide But she's so patient and kind She's prepared to read your mind That's all very well till you find Because of the wine you drank Your mind is just blank You find your tongue is tied again Your words escape and hide again But she's so patient and kind She's prepared to read your mind That's all very well till you find Because of the wine you drank Your mind is just blank I wonder how she knows I guess she will wonder until You pluck up the courage to tell her how you feel So close you can feel her heart trembling You look in her eyes as they close I wonder how she knows I wonder how she knows |
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from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006)
Nice girls, not one with a defect
Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct Red dogs under illegal legs She looks so good that he gets down and begs [Chorus:] She is watching the detectives "Ooh, he's so cute" She is watching the detectives When they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot They beat him up until the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Long shot at that jumping sign Invisible shivers running down my spine Cut to baby taking off her clothes Close-up of the sign that says "We never close" He snatches at you and you match his cigarette She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet I don't know how much more of this I can take She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake [Chorus:] You think you're alone until you realize you're in it Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit Someone's scratching at the window, I wonder who is it? The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents Who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay It only took my little fingers to blow you away Just like watching the detectives Don't get cute It's just like watching the detectives I get so angry when the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Watching the detectives It's just like watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives... |
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| from Elvis Costello - Costello: My Flame Burns Blue (2006) | |||||
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| from Marian Mcpartland - Marian Mcpartland/E.Costello - Piano Jazz (2005) | |||||
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| from Live On Letterman: The Late Show [live] (2005) | |||||
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| from Elvis Costello - Elvis Costello: Il Sogno (2004) | |||||
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| from Elvis Costello - Elvis Costello: Il Sogno (2004) | |||||
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| from Elvis Costello - Elvis Costello: Il Sogno (2004) | |||||
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| from Elvis Costello - Elvis Costello: Il Sogno (2004) | |||||
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from Elvis Costello - Elvis Costello: Il Sogno (2004)
Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you And wonder who Is kissing you Oh, these sleepless nights Will brake my heart in two Somehow, through the day I don't give in I hide the tears That wait within Oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart again Why did you go? Oh, why did you go? Don't you know, don't you know I need you? Through the sleepless nights I cry for you And wonder who Is kissing you Oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT <i>Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS</i> |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - When I Was Cruel (2002)
This is a calling card Maybe it will be a farewell note The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote But if I avert your gaze And I should become a shrinking flower Just punch me on the arm This could be our finest hour 'Til now this was my view But I'm counting on you How am I ever going got make you see? Nothing in this ugly world comes easily I want you to be My lovely hooligan Come by and smash my pane 'Til I can see right though My little blue window This is a fingerprint Maybe you will feel a fond caress But when you start to speak Are you tempted to confess? Well, I was a gloomy soul Never thought I see a brighter day The dark interior Blows those silver clouds away 'Til now this was my view But I'm counting on you How am I ever going got make you see? Nothing in this ugly world comes easily I want you to be My lovely hooligan Come by and smash my pane 'Til I can see right though My little blue window |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
Signal fading, listen to what I'm saying Testing, testing This better be worth all of the breath I'm wasting Maintaining radio silence from now on Barricaded in the talk radio station Hostage taken The red "On Air" light shines on Something cheaper that passes for free speech Will have to do Hear him coming through loud and clear Trickling in your ear He'll tell you anything you want to hear The tape starts running He's going to tell you something The strings start strumming Another humdrum conundrum Signing off now Maintaining radio silence from now on But there's one thing I should have said "The hostage will end up dead" It's just a comedy The hostage is me So pay the ransom Beyond the run-out groove Get my wife down here A helicopter on the roof No police marksman Maintaining radio silence from now on Mystery voices Drowned out by too much choice That's not to mention The sad waste of this wonderful invention Maintaining radio silence from now on Libraries filled up with failed ideas There's nothing more for me there I trust in tender ink and gentle airs Do those drug dealers still polish women made of wax? Gangsters and world leaders Require the same protection from attack From this distance it's hard to tell the difference Between a king and a jack Between a poet and hack Maintaining radio silence from now on |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice is this? Fool I was, I thought that you fought fire with fire Got to me more than just a soul for hire Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame, the fees, the glory For whoring in the practice of the law I make my case stop and stutter Soul comes unglued from the uppers Blood is seeping in the hole A mother's eye is weeping I see every human kind And still the truth is distant I see every evil men do and desire Got to be more then just a soul for hire When it's time to give protection To the ones who need it most, who are desperate I get distracted from my job Streams of ink and piles of paper What are the breaks? Jump out the window? Parole? Escape? Blood is seeping in the hole A mother's eye is weeping Hang my head and shut my eyes I can't see justice twisted I see every evil men do and desire Got to be more than just a soul for hire When it's time to give protection To the ones who need it most, who are desperate I get distracted from my job Streams of ink and piles of paper To hand them over to dopers and kiddie-rapers Corrupt in every twisted grudge And that is just the judge Hang my head and shut my eyes What kind of justice it this? |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
I want a girl to make a mess To do no wrong she must confess And then perhaps hitch up her dress 'Cos when the flashbulbs explode She's such a sensitive soul I want a girl who is helpless and frail Who won't pull on my ponytail I want a girl who has no past She's made up now But that won't last 'Cos when she sits on my knee And then she whispers to me "Can't you see I could be I could be Your spooky girlfriend" The broken toys are all scattered in the attic Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt Picture you with innocence and hurt The shutter closes Exposes the shot She says, "Are you looking up my skirt?" When you say "No" She says "Why not?" I want a girl to turn my screw To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe And if she won't her mother will do But when she does as she's told We'll all turn platinum and gold But when she sits on my knee I hear her whispers to me "Can't you see?" "I could be your spooky girlfriend" |
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from Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel (2002)
Hear silver trumpets will trill in Arabic streets of Seville Oranges roll in the gutter And you pick them up And peel back the skin To the red fruit within But the flavour is Tart And the flavour is Tart Is it something you crave? And you say that you only feel bitterness When you know it's a lie, lie, lie Wild with a blackberry bush There were blossoms of cherries to crush There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips They stain your hand, press too hard They'll colour your lips But the flavour is Tart And the flavour is Tart Is it something you crave? 'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness? Repeat chorus Odd, where nothing else grows It was something like love that she chose Always a creature of habit When pity would do She wore down that heel with no feeling She kept on her shoes Repeat chorus Nylon was hung from a peg And a kohl black seam ran down her leg Fishermen look for their nets And send their regrets The bug lay there broken She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?" But the flavour is Tart |
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