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Elton John | I Swear I Heard The Night Talkin' | /e/elton+john/i+swear+i+heard+the+night+talking_20046883.html | In the nicotine glare of a cold naked light
I drag my body from the covers and down forty flights
I run out the front door into the center of the street
I scream out your name as the steam just swells around my feet
I hear you after midnight from the inner city
As every little Cinderella turns to drop dead pretty
We were built out of the darkness into this West Side Story
We came together in the shadows but the moon just steals our glory
Well, this is my battleground, baby
This is my plaything
The only thing I've ever known
Outside of a wedding ring
And I swear I heard the night talking
Cursing me for being a little more than hopeless
Telling me we're running lonely, loose and broken
Stronger now on passion but haven't we really spoken
And all we ever do, is listen to the night talking
On the burden of insanity, we can't find the cause
On a flatbed truck, well, the home girl, she paints her claws
There's a coward who gets his courage under cover of the dark
And it's a strange breed of the devil, freeze at night to go walking in the
park
This is my battleground, baby
This is my plaything
The only thing I've ever known
Outside of a wedding ring
And I swear I heard the night talking
Cursing me for being a little more than hopeless
Telling me we're running lonely, loose and broken
Stronger now on passion but haven't we really spoken
And all we ever do, is listen to the night talking
This is my battleground, baby
This is my plaything
The only thing I've ever known
Outside of a wedding ring
And I swear I heard the night talking
Cursing me for being a little more than hopeless
Telling me we're running lonely, loose and broken
Stronger now on passion but haven't we really spoken
And all we ever do, oh yeah, is listen to the night talking
Oh yeah, oh yeah
And I swear I heard the night talking
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I swear, I swear, I swear I heard the night talking
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Elton John | If You Were Me | /e/elton+john/if+you+were+me_20046250.html | If you were me
And I was you
If you had to play my part out
What would you do
Two crazy stories
Two different views
If you were me
And I was you
If you were me
And I was you
What kind of crazy things
Would I have to do
Who likes to party
Who stays at home
If you were me
And I was you
Never like strangers
Though never the same
Two circus sideshows
That laughed in the rain
You stayed with the full moon
You searched for the stars
Thank God in His heaven
Here we both are
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Elton John | I'm Going To Be A Teenage Idol | /e/elton+john/im+going+to+be+a+teenage+idol_20046238.html | Well, there's slim times when my words won't rhyme
And the hills I face are a long hard climb
I just sit cross-legged with my old guitar
It kind of makes me feel like a rock and roll star
Well, it makes me laugh, Lord, it makes me cry
And I think for once let me just get high
Let me get electric, put a silk suit on
Turn my old guitar into a tommy gun
And root-toot-shoot myself to fame
Every kid alive gonna know my name
An overnight phenomenon like there's never been
A motivated supersonic king of the scene
I'll be a teenage idol, just give me a break
I'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takes
You can't imagine what it means to me
I'm gonna grab myself a place in history
A teenage idol that's what I'm gonna be, yeah
Well, life is short and the world is rough
And if you're gonna boogie, boy, you got to be tough
Nobody knows if I'm dead or alive
I just drink myself to sleep each night
And so I pray to the teenage god of rock
If I make it big, let me stay on top
You got to cut me loose from this one room dive
Put me on the ladder, keep this boy alive
And root-toot-shoot myself to fame
Every kid alive gonna know my name
An overnight phenomenon like there's never been
A motivated supersonic king of the scene
I'll be a teenage idol, just give me a break
I'm gonna be a teenage idol no matter how long it takes
You can't imagine what it means to me
I'm gonna grab myself a place in history
A teenage idol that's what I'm gonna be
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Elton John | Island Girl | /e/elton+john/island+girl_20046885.html | I see your teeth flash, Jamaican honey so sweet
Down where Lexington cross 47th Street
Oh she's a big girl, she's standing six-foot three
Turning tricks for the dudes in the big city
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
He want to take you from the racket boss
He want to save you, but the cause is lost
Island girl, island girl, island girl
Tell me what you wanting with the white man's world
Well she's black as coal, but she burn like a fire
And she wrap herself around you like a well-worn tire
You feel her nail scratch your back just like a rake, oh oh
He one more gone, he one more John who make the mistake
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
He want to take you from the racket boss
He want to save you, but the cause is lost
Island girl, island girl, island girl
Tell me what you wanting with the white man's world
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
He want to take you from the racket boss
He want to save you, but the cause is lost
Island girl, island girl, island girl
Tell me what you wanting with the white man's
Tell me what you wanting with the white man's
Tell me what you wanting with the white man's
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Elton John | It Ain't Gonna Be Easy | /e/elton+john/it+aint+gonna+be+easy_20046163.html | It ain't gonna be easy from now on
You've been messing around while I've been gone
But sometimes telling the truth can be unkind
Folks who suffer guilt can be so blind
It ain't gonna be easy I can tell
Just how empty I'm feeling you know damn well
I'm telling you it ain't gonna be easy from the start
Look out honey you're playing with my heart
It ain't gonna be easy that's for sure
Changing things back the way they were before
Once you've lifted the lid on such pain
It ain't easy to put it back again
It ain't gonna be easy to forget
You've been seeing a man that I ain't met
I'm telling you that it ain't gonna be easy from the start
Look out baby, you're playing with my heart
It ain't gonna be so easy this time around
Turning back the clock on what's gone down
Oh there comes a time when you need to make a stand
You gotta play your cards or fold a losing hand
And it ain't gonna be easy that's no lie
But if you're willing to try it so am I
It ain't gonna be so easy from the start
You better look out darling, you're playing with my heart
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Elton John | It's All In The Game | /e/elton+john/its+all+in+the+game_20046575.html | Many a tear has to fall
But it's all in the game
All in the wonderful game
That we know has love
You have words with him
And your future's looking kind of dim
But these things
Your heart can rise above
Once in a while he won't call
Oh but it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side
With a sweet "ok"
And he'll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
Come on sing it now
Do-do-do-do-do do doo, oh yeah
And he'll kiss your lips
And caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
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Elton John | It's Getting Dark In Here | /e/elton+john/its+getting+dark+in+here_10098666.html | It's getting dark in here
Don't want to leave
Shadow's falling
And I believe
Winds picking up
Thing's so unclear
I'm afraid of my shadow
And it's getting dark in here
I'm scared of strangers
On the street
World's so ugly
I can't breath
Moons so spooky
I'm close to tears
I've lost it all
And it's getting dark in here
And the wait isn't worth what I'm getting
Sometimes I feel I'm on fire
I've been handed a curse and a blessing
My life's been stripped down to the wire
And I'm trying to get back and hold on
Find someone somewhere who cares
But the sun's always setting on my life
And it's sure getting dark in here
Don't talk about angels
Or how I'll be saved
I'm no coward
But I'm not that brave
Rags are blowing
Rain's getting near
I'm done with running
And it's getting dark in here
And the wait isn't worth what I'm getting
Sometimes I feel I'm on fire
I've been handed a curse and a blessing
My life's been stripped down to the wire
And I'm trying to get back and hold on
Find someone somewhere who cares
But the sun's always setting on my life
And it's sure getting dark in here
And the wait isn't worth what I'm getting
Sometimes I feel I'm on fire
I've been handed a curse and a blessing
My life's been stripped down to the wire
And I'm trying to get back and hold on
Find someone somewhere who cares
But the sun's always setting on my life
And it's sure getting dark in here
Yeah, the sun's always setting on my life
And it's sure getting dark in here
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Elvis Costello | 15 Petals | /e/elvis+costello/15+petals_20149817.html | Fifteen 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
I'd write it down but I can't concentrate
Words won't me obey they do as they please
And all I am left with is these...
Fifteen petals
One for every year I spent with you
Jewels and precious metals will never do
The thorn is blunted
And the perfume will fade
I stand where sun is set
I crave the shade
Down in the tavern with Mary and Joe
Palms reached for alms as they throw
Fifteen petals...
One for every hour that we're apart
Tears and useless battles
I'll never start
Mussolini highway
There's a frankincense tree
I picked some up there to carry with me
You take me to places where I never go
I love you more than you know
Fifteen petals
Scattered in the path where you will tread
Fifteen petals
Of vivid red
One wine-bar vamp with the polythene
Ein Panzer Kommander with no hair in place
The crooked battalions drilled holes in the square
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Elvis Costello | 45 | /e/elvis+costello/45_20150608.html | Bells are chiming for victory
There's a page back in history
Forty five
They came back to the world that they fought for
Didn't turn out just like they thought
Forty five
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?
Nine years later a child is born
There's a record, so you put it on
Forty five
Nine years more, if we're lucky now
Nine-year-old puts his money down
Forty five
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I held for you
Forty five
There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now and which is mine?
Forty five
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?
Bass and treble heal every hurt
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery, I've heard
'Til you turn it down to thirty three and a third
'Cause it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions
Forty five
So don't you weep and shed
Just change your name instead
What you lose when it all goes to your head?
I heard something peculiar said:
"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead"
Forty five
Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without a warning
Forty five
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I bless
I'd be lost, I confess
Forty five
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Elvis Costello | 5Ive Gears In Reverse | /e/elvis+costello/5ive+gears+in+reverse_20047284.html | Five gears in reverse
For girls looking at 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
Nobodys gonna tell you
If you don't know by now
The shock will probably kill you
But if your patience is corrupted and you still cannot decide
Youre sitting in the garage contemplating suicide
And you have no motivation you can't even catch your breath
All of this acceleration is driving you to death
Five gears in reverse
You think I don't know what I'm doing
Another 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're gagged and bound
Well how can I corrupt you
Chorus
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Elvis Costello | A Slow Drag With Josephine | /e/elvis+costello/a+slow+drag+with+josephine_20968056.html | The snitch, the snoop, the tattletale
Lead a threadbare up 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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Elvis Costello | Abandoned Masquerade | /e/elvis+costello/abandoned+masquerade_20726671.html | (Music by Diana Krall, lyrics by Elvis Costello)
The glitter on a paint and plaster face
Is covering desire and disgrace
We could be lovers
But no one suspects at all
Once you're inside that costume ball
And now I'm sitting here before the mirror
I have the skill still to disguise my tears
Then as the magic starts to fade
I find myself abandoning the masquerade
Even though you're suffering
You try to hide it
And pretend you're so nonchalant
You can cry a pool of tears
And sit beside it
Then perhaps you'll know what you want
I hope you never feel this much despair
Or know the meaning of that empty chair
As the illusions that we made all fade away
In this abandoned masquerade
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Elvis Costello | Accidents Will Happen | /e/elvis+costello/accidents+will+happen_20047196.html | Oh, I just don't know where to begin
Love doesn't wait forever
It's now or never
But she keeps 'em hangin' on
You said you're so alone
She says she can't go home without a chaperon
Accidents will happen
They only hit and run
You used to be a victim now you're not the only one
Accidents will happen
They only hit and run
I don't want to hear it cause I know what I've done
There's so many fish in the sea
That only rise up on the sweat and smoke of mercury
But they keep you hangin' on
They say you're so young
Your mind is made up but your mouth is undone
Accidents will happen
They only hit and run
You used to be a victim now you're not the only one
Accidents will happen
They only hit and run
I don't want to hear it cause I know what I've done
It's the damage that we do we never know
It's the words that we don't say that scare me so
There's so many people to see
So many people to hangin' on and add to your collection
But they keep you hangin' on
Until you well hung
Your mouth is make up but your mind is undone
Accidents will happen
They're only hit and run
You used to be a victim now you're not the only one
Accidents will happen
They only hit and run
I don't want to hear it cause I know what it
I know what it
I know what it done
I know (x4)
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Elvis Costello | Alibi | /e/elvis+costello/alibi_20231121.html | 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...
[Chorus:]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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, alibi
Sister is a whore, brother isn't sure
Alibi, alibi
You don't fit the body that you're trapped in
Alibi, alibi
Papa's got a brand new...
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
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...
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Elvis Costello | Alison | /e/elvis+costello/alison_10100103.html | Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
That you are not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you've been loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
In the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say.
I think somebody better put out the big light,
Cause I can't stand to see you this way.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
My aim is true
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Elvis Costello | All This Useless Beauty | /e/elvis+costello/all+this+useless+beauty_20047267.html | It's at times such as this she'd be tempted to spit
If she wasn't so ladylike
She imagines how she might have lived
Back when legends and history collide
So she looks to her prince finding he's so charmingly
Slumped at her side
Those days are recalled on the gallery wall
And she's waiting for passion or humor to strike
What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
All this useless beauty
Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time
Till he almost began to negotiate
She held his head like a baby and said "it's okay if you cry"
Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess
He desires to impress his associates
But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased
So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny
[Chorus:]
She won't practice the looks from the great tragic books
That were later disgraced to face celluloid
It won't even make sense, but you can bet
If she isn't a sweetheart or plaything or pet
The film turns her into an unveiled threat
Nonsense prevails, modesty fails
Grace and virtue turn into stupidity
While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise
And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts
They still think they're the gods of antiquity
If something you missed didn't even exist
It was just an ideal, is it such a surprise?
[Chorus x 2]
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Elvis Costello | Almost Blue | /e/elvis+costello/almost+blue_20047330.html | 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 is 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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Elvis Costello | American Without Tears | /e/elvis+costello/american+without+tears_20047373.html | Outside in New Orleans the heat was almost frightening
But my hotel room as usual was freezing and unkind
On TV they prosecute anyone who's exciting
So I put on my overcoat and went down to find
In Revlon and Crimpelene they captured my heart
To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
She was singing that "It's Too Late", I agreed with that part
For two English girls who had changed their address
[Chorus]
Now it seems we've been crying for years and for years
Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears
Just American without tears
One had been a beauty queen and the other was her friend
They had known rogues and rascals and showbiz impresarios
While the boys were licking Hitler they had something to defend
From men armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dance hall she knew he was the one
Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"
[Chorus]
At a dock in Southampton full of tearful goodbyes
Newsreel commentators said "Cheerio, G.I. brides"
Soon they'll be finding the cold facts and lies
New words for suspenders and young girls backsides
Now I'm in America and running from you
Like my grandfather before me walked the streets of New York
And I think of all the women I pretend mean more than you
When I open my mouth and I can't seem to talk
Now it seems we've been crying for years and for years
Now I don't speak any English just American without tears
Just American without tears
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Elvis Costello | ...and In Every Home | /e/elvis+costello/and+in+every+home_10100367.html | You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit
Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean
[Chorus:]
And in every home there will be lots of time
I will be all yours you might have been admired
(And in every home there will be lots of time)
They say they're very sorry but you are not desired
Oh heaven preserve us
Oh heaven preserve us
Oh heaven preserve us
Because they don't deserve us
Holding your life in your hand
With an artificial limp wrist
And so a young blade becomes a has-been
Looking for a new twist
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
He's in prison now she's running with his mates
Sees him every Sunday
And he asks her where she's been
She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
In between the sheets
[Chorus:]
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Elvis Costello | Any King's Shilling | /e/elvis+costello/any+kings+shilling_20047474.html | You're a fine one, oh yes you are
You're a fine one just like me
And we're friends now, oh wouldn't you say?
We've been friends now, oh haven't we?
Stay at home tonight if you know what's good for you
I can't say more it would be telling
For if you don't what will become of you
Just isn't worth any king's shilling
I will answer when they make that call, pull upon this ragged uniform
Up 'til now I know it's been your trade
Spit and polish the potato parade
Stay at home tonight if you know what's good for you
I can't say more it would be telling
For if you don't what will become of you
Just isn't worth any king's shilling
Please don't put your silly head in that pretty soldier's hat
You've done your duty, that's enough of that
I don't know if what I'm doing is right
I don't know if you should be forgiving
But for me it seems it means my life
While for you it could just be a living
Stay at home tonight if you know what's good for you
I can't say more it would be telling
For if you don't what will become of you
Just isn't worth any king's shilling
Please don't put your silly head in that British soldier's hat
You've done your duty that's enough of that
You're a fine one, oh yes you are
You're a fine one, just like me
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Elvis Costello | Ascension Day | /e/elvis+costello/ascension+day_20969315.html | Not a soul was stirring
Not a bird was singing, at least not within my hearing
I was five minutes past caring
Standing in the road just staring
Thought I heard somebody pleading
I thought I heard someone apologize
Some fell down weeping
Others shook their fists up at the skies
And those who were left
Seemed to be wearing disguises
Now there's a queen in waiting
Not enough loving and too much hating
For the prince hidden within her man
Always seems to be hesitating
He said, "Let her go, let her go, God bless her"
"She hasn't been gone long enough for me to miss her"
"Except every minute of every hour of every day when I wish I could possess
her"
Forty days passed by
Forty alibis
So carry on...that way
And in time...you'll pay
But we'll all be together
Come Ascension Day
Not a hound was howling
Or whimpering or prowling
Now the wind had departed
Not a leaf was hanging on the tree like when it started
But I know they will return
Like they've never gone away
Come Ascension Day
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Elvis Costello | Baby It's You | /e/elvis+costello/baby+its+you_20047311.html | (Sha, la, la, la...)
It's not the way you look that touched my heart.
It's not the way you kissed me, baby, that tears me apart.
Many, many nights I tried. I sit alone at home and I cried over you.
What can I do? I can't help myself, cause baby, it's you.
You should hear the things they say about you.
They say you're never, ever, ever, ever gonna be true. Oh.
I don't listen to a word they say. I'm gonna love you any old way.
What can I do? It's true. I can't help myself, cause baby, it's you.
I don't listen to a word they say. I'm gonna love you any old way.
What can I do? It's true. I can't help myself, cause baby, it's you.
Baby, it's you.
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Elvis Costello | Baby Plays Around | /e/elvis+costello/baby+plays+around_20047475.html | It's not open to discussion anymore
He's out again tonight and I'm alone once more
He'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
He 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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Elvis Costello | Big Boys | /e/elvis+costello/big+boys_20047503.html | I am starting to function
In the usual way
Everything is so provocative
Very very, temporary
I shall walk (I shall walk)
Out of this place (out of this place)
I shall walk
Out on you
'Cause you go silly
If she's willing
Trying so hard to be like the big boys
So you take her to the pictures
Trying to become a fixture
Inch by inch trying to reach her
All the way through the second feature
Worrying about your physical fitness
Tell me how you got this sickness, oh ohhhh..
I was caught in the suction
By a face like a truncheon
I was down upon one knee
Stroking her vanity
I was stuck on a hammerhead
I came alive and left for dead
As my face returned to red
Choking on my pride and pity
We can talk (we can talk)
Until your face is blue ('til your face is blue)
We can talk but she'll get to you
After you've been loved and hated
By the ones you've watched and waited
Found that they were overrated
She'll be the one - when the party's over
She'll be the one - when the girls have gone home
She'll be the one - that you'll wish you'd held onto
She'll be the one - but it's too late for you to
She'll be the one - who knows all your history
She'll be the one -
So you can cross her off your list
And you try so hard
And you try so hard
And you try so hard
To be like the big boys, oh.
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Elvis Costello | Big Sister | /e/elvis+costello/big+sister_20047520.html | Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers, oh, you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian Roulette
Sport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince of darkness stole some tart
It's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all starts
With a hammer and a slap 'n' tickle in inquisitive garments
With all the style and finese purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian Roulette
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian Roulette
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Elvis Costello | Boy With A Problem | /e/elvis+costello/boy+with+a+problem_10100835.html | I feel like a boy with a problem
I can't believe what we've forgotten
And I even slapped your face and made you cry
It's the last thing I want to do
Pull the curtains on me and you
Pull the carpet from under love
Pull out like young lovers do
You swore you wouldn't shout
If it's not your punch then its your pout
Days in silence try my temper
Nights spent drinking to remember
How memories are always tender
I crept out last night behind your back
The little they know might be the pieces I lack
Came home drunk
Talking in circles
The spirit is willing but I don't believe in miracles
I've got a problem but let's go to bed
I can roll over and I can play dead
But here I am in the doghouse instead
I feel like a boy with a problem
I can't believe all you've forgotten
Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me
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Elvis Costello | Button My Lip | /e/elvis+costello/button+my+lip_20726651.html | Don't want to talk about the government
Don't want to talk about some incident
Don't want to talk about some peppermint gum
Don't want to talk about the time to come
Button my lip
'Til I'm smart enough
Don't raise your hand
'Cos I'm not offering
It serves you right
Now you are suffering
Give me a chance
To see it though
It all depends on what you hold is true
Button my lip
With your kiss
Don't want to hear some little sniveling
You just don't get what I'm delivering
Maybe you want me
But you know you can't
I'd say, 'I want you?
But you know I don't
Button my lip
'Til I'm old enough
'Til I'm smart enough
'Til I'm?
Button my lip
Don't want to come at your beckoning
For any day they'll be a reckoning
Don't want to hear what is impossible
Baby, you've become invisible
Button my lip
I've seen those clowns vacant and insolent
I stand accused but I am innocent
I am the mighty and magnificent
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Elvis Costello | Call On Me (Demo) | /e/elvis+costello/call+on+me+demo_20829544.html | Everyday seem like Sunday
It must be something that I have done
I saw you dancing in the peep-show
That every episode is leading me on
I'm just another fool that you've got to humor
Can't say I love you when it's just a rumor
But if none of your dreams come true
You can call on me, call on me
'Cause I've seen dreams have a happy ending
Disappearing on my tv, and you can call on me
You can call on me, you can call on me, you can call on me
When I go home I watch the television
I go to sleep I dream about the television
I go to work I talk about the television
I used to think that love is something that it isn't
Sometimes I feel just like a human being
That's just something between you and me
But if none of you dreams come true
You can call on me, call on me
'Cause I've seen dreams have a happy ending
Disappearing on my tv, and you can call on me
You can call on me, you can call on me, you can call on me
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Elvis Costello | Coal Train Robberies | /e/elvis+costello/coal+train+robberies_20047477.html | Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good
A few of the rookie cops were squealing the hits
As another Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the Camptown Theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children
That they're always selling
They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint
And claim they ain't underneath this paint
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
Since he was declared the long lost fountain of youth
That drips and drips and drips
They'll be sending him round from door to door,
To sell you back what's already yours
"So many good deeds, so little time"
Say the advertising agency swine
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
I hope no living thing cries over his bones
If you don't believe that I'm going for good
You can count the days I'm gone and chop up the chairs for firewood
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
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Elvis Costello | Complicated Shadows | /e/elvis+costello/complicated+shadows_20047164.html | Well you know your time has come and you're sorry for what you've done
You should've never have been playing with a gun
In those complicated shadows
Well there's a line that you must toe
And it'll soon be time to go
But it's darker than you know in those complicated shadows
All you gangsters and rude clowns
Who were shooting up the town
When you should have found someone to put the blame on
Though the fury's hot and hard
I still see that cold graveyard
There's a solitary stone that's got your name on
You don't have to take it from me
But I know what I spake
You think you're like iron and steel
But iron and steel will bend and break
In those complicated shadows
Go!
Sometimes justice you will find
Is just dumb not color-blind
And your poor shattered mind can't take it all in
All those phantoms and those shades
Should jump up on judgment day
And say to the almighty "I'm still stinking of sin"
But the jury was dismissed
Took his neck and they give it a twist
So you see you won't be missed in those complicated shadows
You can say just what you like in a voice like a John Ford film
Take the law into your hands
You will soon get tired of killing
In those complicated shadows
Complicated shadows
Complicated shadows
Complicated shadows
Go!
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Elvis Costello | Couldn't You Keep That To Yourself | /e/elvis+costello/couldnt+you+keep+that+to+yourself_20726638.html | The tiny slip at midnight
A little sip at noon
You're tired and torn approaching dawn
My penitent buffoon
Wouldn't you think I'd know by now
I shouldn't have entertained it
Couldn't you keep that to yourself
You cried for my forgiveness
You say it sets you free
You summon dear the shameful tears
That spill all over me
Wouldn't you think I'd know by now
I shouldn't have entertained it
Couldn't you keep that to yourself
The penny rides at evening tide
The vain requests
The blush of the night
And the blooming bush
Where you failed every test
What should I believe of you?
What should I forget
Am I innocent yet
Is it the wife you would have beaten
Is it the child you couldn't bear?
I fear you have mistaken me
For somebody who cares
The sophisticated victim
That you skilfully request
You can hide behind your wishes
You can hide behind despair
And all the wretched syndroms
That carry away the blame
Couldn't you keep you keep that to yourself
And wouldn't you shouldn't you couldn't you
Keep that to yourself
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Elvis Costello | Country Darkness | /e/elvis+costello/country+darkness_20173824.html | This tattered document
A mystery you can solve
Some burnt out filament
Flies buzzing around the bulb
Country darkness
He thought of traveling
Heard an approaching train
Drown out his desperate pulse
A song with no refrain
Country darkness
She daydreams forbidden sings
There must be something more
The prison she lives in
The one with the open door
Country darkness
The veil is covering
A glistening and cruel blade
Suffer little children
Repent, unfaithful maid
Country darkness
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Elvis Costello | Crawling To The U.s.a. | /e/elvis+costello/crawling+to+the+usa_20726648.html | I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny
And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny
Till I found there is a way of crawling to the U.S.A.
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
Saw it late one night on a secret channel
It's farther on along the tunnel
It's way beyond the final station
That's the one they never mention
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
You don't have to pay them that much
You had better bring your lunch
It's undercover, around the houses
Up your skirt and down your trousers
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
She said, "I catch you taking liberties and they do not impress me
Attach me to your credit card and then you can undress me
Everybody is on their knees except the Russians and the Chinese
You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.
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Elvis Costello | Damnation's Cellar | /e/elvis+costello/damnations+cellar_20047352.html | Did anybody notice, over marmalade and eggs
In between the princess' legs
What with wars and floods and beggars
Not to mention stocks and shares
If you have a moment to spare
Can you write and reassure me that I have seen
They're constructing a time machine
There will be no need for the obituary pages
We can have any hero from the bygone ages
'Til the truth emerges, the argument rages
[Chorus:]
The major and the minor
Turn from tallow into tar
Should we leave them in their place?
Down in damnation's cellar
When any form of deity that you might enjoy
Can be conjured with a test-tube and a flame
If it's out there then science can explain it
Or at least remove the blame
And if there's is anyone you'd like to see again
The speak up quickly
Send us back Da Vinci then we don't have to ponder
The maddening smile of "La Giaconda"
The critics say Nijinsky, the dancer, of course
While the punters would probably prefer the horse
You'll find it's quicker than history, cheaper than divorce
[Chorus:]
Bring back Liberace or Ollie and Stan
Shakespeare will have to wait his turn
Elvis Presley and Puccini shall return
I suppose we live and learn, though it's hard to believe as we
Cheerfully burn
It's curious
Some will call for justice.
There are murders to solve
What about Hitler? or at least lee Harvey Oswald
Give us this day and everything we squander
Anyone beautiful
Somebody blonder
They'll never please mankind, so lie back and enjoy it
Stop press: they've just decided to destroy it
[Chorus:]
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Elvis Costello | Darling, You Know I Wouldn't Lie | /e/elvis+costello/darling+you+know+i+wouldnt+lie_20726692.html | 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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Elvis Costello | Dear Sweet Filthy World | /e/elvis+costello/dear+sweet+filthy+world_20047354.html | Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this
I think that I've lived too long
With all of my promise unfulfilled
But there is a veil drawn over all of that
I know you'll probably say, "spare us the melodrama"
"I don't know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver"
I'm out of luck
I'm not that strong
My hands, your neck
I might have wrung
Don't try to find me
I'm not worth anything anymore
I am not leaving you with all of your problems
The biggest one is me
Life is dark
Cold as the sea
Embrace me in my anguish
Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you won't cry because
I've gone
I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go on
I must close now
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Elvis Costello | Deep Dark Truthful Mirror | /e/elvis+costello/deep+dark+truthful+mirror_20047269.html | One day you're going to have to face
A deep dark truthful mirror
And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say
The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron
And you fell all around the town until you looked the same
[Chorus:]
The same eyes, the same lips, the same lie from
Your tongue trips
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts ring to the boots of
roustabouts
But you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere
You chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed
On a fiberglass tumbleweed
You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same
[Chorus]
So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks
They set him up, set him up on the stool
He falls down, falls down like a drunk
And you drink 'til you drool
And it's his story you'll flatter
You'll stretch him out like a saint
But the canvas that he splattered will be the
Picture that you never paint
[Chorus]
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it?
As a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand,
Jesus wept he felt abandoned
You're spellbound baby there's no doubting that
Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat?
[Chorus]
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Elvis Costello | Different Finger | /e/elvis+costello/different+finger_20047525.html | Please put your rings on a diffrent finger if you meet me tonight
Cause I can't stand those suspicious glances
Cause I know the things they're saying are right
They're saying why don't you straighten up
And see what youve got to lose
Put it all down to fate but you still got the chance to choose
I don't want to hear your whole life story
Or about my strange resemblance to some old flame
All I want is one night of glory
I don't even know your second name
Please put your rings on a diffrent finger cause weve got so much at stake
I can't stand those suspicious glances
Cause they seem to cover evry move I make
But if I can be alone with you completely tonight
Put your rings on a diffrent finger
Before I turn out the light
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Elvis Costello | Dirty Rotten Shame | /e/elvis+costello/dirty+rotten+shame_20047218.html | I recall the good old days
But thankfully, they've gone
Now the ponies all are broken nags
That stumble as they groan
And throw the jockeys from their throne
When there are pitches left to dodge
And lions left to tame
But it's nothing but a dirty rotten shame
It's a dirty rotten shame
That when you're frivolous and strong
It isn't youth, its fearlessness
That has been wasted on the young
The cruel are in the cradle
And the bishop's in the bag
It's nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Now I find life a millionaire
That brags for rags and jewels
A snarling pup is wild enough
But as his anger proves
He's left to sharpen useless tools
That tear and graze and finer phrase
But few are worth the name
It's nothing but a dirty rotten shame
It's a dirty rotten shame
And that is not an idle boast
When all your courage and your strength
Will leave you as you need it most
When there are lamps to dampen
And cauliflowers to flip
It's nothing but a dirty rotten shame
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Elvis Costello | Dissolve | /e/elvis+costello/dissolve_20182701.html | Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup
What makes the world just waking up
Resolve?
Dissolve
Who knows where on earth it's going to stop?
I can't hear you 'cause 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 at the distant Pole
The gin and tonic glasses overflow
Dissolve
The precious little else that I could say
Your stupid tears 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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Elvis Costello | Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood | /e/elvis+costello/dont+let+me+be+misunderstood_20047375.html | Baby can you understand me now
Sometimes I feel a little mad
Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be mad
[Chorus:]
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
Other times it seems that all I have to do is worry
And then I know you're bound to see my other side
[Chorus]
If I get mad at you I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems and I get my share
But that is one thing I would never do 'cause I love you
Oh don't you know I'm human
I've got my faults just like any one
Sometimes I lie awake long regretting
Some foolish thing, some sinful thing I've done
[Chorus:x3]
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Elvis Costello | ...dust | /e/elvis+costello/+dust_20189814.html | 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 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
For it's the only witness that can testify
Can I spit 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
When they are made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
If dust could only gather in a 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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Elvis Costello | Edith And The Kingpin | /e/elvis+costello/edith+and+the+kingpin_20739641.html | The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight
Edith in the ring
The passed-over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn
One by one they bring
His renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on
Women he has wanted grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces
Gently to the spoon
Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming
Some song-some mysterious song
Bars in her head
Beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says-his crime belongs
Edith and the kingpin
Each with charm to sway
Are staring eye to eye
They dare not look away
You know they dare not look away
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Elvis Costello | Eisenhower Blues | /e/elvis+costello/eisenhower+blues_20276453.html | Hey everybody I'm a talking to you
I ain't telling you jealous
It's just the natural truth
Oh oh oh I got the Eisenhower Blues
Thinking about me and you and what on earth are we gonna do?
My money's gone, the fun is gone
The way things look I can't be here long
Oh oh oh I got the Eisenhower Blues
Thinking about me and you and what on earth are we gonna do?
Taking all my money to pay the tax
I'm telling you people the natural facts
I'm telling you people, in my belief
I am headed straight on relief
Oh I got the Eisenhower Blues
Thinking about me and you and what on earth are we gonna do?
I ain't got a dime, ain't got a cent
Ain't got no money to pay my rent
She wants some clothes, she wants some shoes
I'm telling you people I don't know what to do
Oh I got the Eisenhower Blues
Talking about me and you and what on earth are we gonna do?
Taking all my money to pay the tax
I'm telling you people the natural facts
I'm telling you people, in my belief
I am headed straight on relief
Oh I got the Eisenhower Blues
Thinking about me and you and what on earth are we gonna do?
Oh I got the Eisenhower Blues
Talking about me and you and what the hell are we gonna do?
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Elvis Costello | Either Side Of The Same Town | /e/elvis+costello/either+side+of+the+same+town_20726666.html | Nothing will ever be the same
All of the promises we made seem hollow
But there are still streets in this town
Marked with your shadow
So if you see me, look surprised
If you don't then pass me by
And I may even brush your sleeve
As you turn to leave
Now it's hard to act like strangers
When we used to be so strong
Everything is changing
And most of it is wrong
What do we know of anything?
Two fools of some renown
Either side of the same town
Somewhere there's a light
I can sense it
Oh, though I may fall back again
Although it's a fight
I know I must remain
Now it's hard to keep ignoring
Someone you recognize
And if I seem contented
It's only my disguise
What do we know of anything?
Two fools of some renown
Either side of the same town
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Elvis Costello | Get Yourself Another Fool | /e/elvis+costello/get+yourself+another+fool_20047312.html | At last I've awakened to see what you've done.
All I can do is pack up and run.
Now I know the rules. Find yourself another fool.
You said that you loved me. I was yours to command.
Your kind of loving, my heart couldn't stand.
You played me for a fool. Find yourself another fool.
And now, now that we're through, you say you wished you'd be true.
Oh, but deep down in my heart, I know our love could never grow.
And now, now that we're through, you say you wished you'd be true.
Oh, but deep down in my heart, I know our love will never grow.
At last I've awakened to see what you've done.
All I can do is pack up and run.
Now I know the rules. Find yourself another fool.
Now I know the rules. Find yourself another fool.
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Elvis Costello | Ghost Train | /e/elvis+costello/ghost+train_20047290.html | 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
[Chorus]
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
On foot speaks, the other answers
[Chorus]
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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Elvis Costello | Glitter Gulch | /e/elvis+costello/glitter+gulch_20047377.html | Enter Madam X painted in a shocking pink spangled dress
Her teeth are perfect but her mouth is loose
Rubbing their hands together she persuades them that it's better to confess
Which unpleasant fate they'd like to choose
[Chorus]
Every step might be your last
Money signs are in your eyes sucker
You've been taken in this time
You might just get out alive if you're lucky
All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch
Are looking in on you
And they're hungry
He stood five feet tall in his elevator shoes and stovepipe hat
He was known by several different names
Prompted by Madam X he answered all their questions
And then after that he said I'm sick and tired of stupid games
[Chorus]
We've got prizes if you can afford
Some small humiliation before you get your reward
And I'd rather be an outlaw than an in-law to you
And to live my life in miserable poverty
Than to have to grovel to have some dream home hovel
So watch me while I get away with prime time robbery
As he enters Madam X he things of red raged faces and the sweet greenbacks
He climbed upon his honey and he covered her with money
As they do their victory dance
He thinks I hope they choke upon their laughter tracks
They can all go straight to hell while we howl down the whole hotel
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Elvis Costello | Gloomy Sunday | /e/elvis+costello/gloomy+sunday_20047528.html | 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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Elvis Costello | God Give Me Strength | /e/elvis+costello/god+give+me+strength_20047443.html | (words sung by the character in the movie given in brackets)
Now I have nothing, so God give me strength
Cause Im weak in her [his] wake
And if Im strong I might still break
And I don't have anything to share
That I wont throw away into the air
That song is sung out
This bell is rung out [this belle is wrung out]
[he] she was the light that I'd bless
[he] she took my last chance at happiness
So God give me strength, God give me strength
I can't hold onto [him] her, God give me strength
When the phone doesnt't't ring
And Im 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
[he] she was the light that I'd bless
[he] she took my last chance at happiness
So God give me strength,
God if [hed] she'd grant me [his] her indulgence and decline
I might as well wipe [him] her from my memory
Fracture the spell as [he] she becomes my enemy
Maybe I was washed out like a lip-print on his shirt
See, Im only human, I want him to hurt
I want him
I want him to hurt
[instrumental]
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
[he] she was the light that I'd bless
[he] she took my last chance at happiness
So God give me strength, God give me strength
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Elvis Costello | God's Comic | /e/elvis+costello/gods+comic_20047479.html | I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar
[Chorus:]
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard God's Comic
So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable
Junk and wondering if I should have given
The world to the monkeys"
[Chorus]
I'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, 'til you can't get your head out of
doors
I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say
"God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I suppose
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead and you're all
Going on to meet your reward
Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?
Are you scared?
You might have never heard, but God's comic
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Elvis Costello | Good Year For The Roses | /e/elvis+costello/good+year+for+the+roses_20047598.html | 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, that'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', there'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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Elvis Costello | Goon Squad | /e/elvis+costello/goon+squad_20047202.html | Mother, Father, I'm here in the zoo
I can't come home 'cause I've grown up too soon
I got my sentence
I got my command
They said they'd make me major if I met all their demands
I could be a corp'ral into corp'ral punishment
Or the gen'ral manager of a large establishment
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they'd put me in the
Goon squad
They've come to look you over and they're giving you the eye
Goon squad
They want you to come out to play
You'd better say goodbye
Some grow just like their dads
And some grow up too tall
Some go drinking with the lads
Some are no fun at all
And you must find the proper place
For everything you see
But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me
I could join a chain of males or be the missing link
Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they'd put me in the
Good squad...
Mother, Father, I'm doing so well
I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell
I fit in a little dedication
With one eye on the clock
They caught you under medication
You could be in for a shock
Thinking up the alibis that ev'ryone's forgotten
Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they'd put me in the
Goon squad...
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Elvis Costello | Green Shirt | /e/elvis+costello/green+shirt_20047203.html | There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night.
And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
And she turns them into black and white.
But you tease, and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table
'Cause somewhere in the "Quisling Clinic"
There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
She's listening in to the Venus line
She's picking out names
I hope none of them are mine
But you tease, and you flirt...
Never said I was a stool pigeon
I never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion
But you don't want to hear about that
'Cause you tease, and you flirt...
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
You tease, and you flirt...
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
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Elvis Costello | Hand In Hand | /e/elvis+costello/hand+in+hand_20047507.html | No, don't ask me to apologize
I won't ask you to forgive me
If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me
You say, "Why don't you be a man about it
Like they do in the grown-up movies?"
But when it comes to the other way around
You say you just want to use me
Oh, you and you wonder whether
It's gonna be syndicated
You sit with your knees together
All the time your breath is bated
Hand in hand
No, don't ask me to apologize
I won't ask you to forgive me
If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me
Don't you know I got the bully boys out
Changing someone's facial design
Sitting with my toy room lout
Polishing my precious china
Don't you know I'm an animal
But don't you know I can't stand up steady
But you can't show me any kind of hell
That I don't know already
Hand in hand
No, don't ask me to apologize
I won't ask you to forgive me
If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me
Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand
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Elvis Costello | Heart-shaped Bruise | /e/elvis+costello/heart+shaped+bruise_20047555.html | Tell me now
Or are you teasing?
I felt the cold hard facts of life
Five degrees from freezing
Does it amuse you to always
Hurt me so?
It try my best it's not enough
Should I give up and let you?
What more is there to take from me?
There's nothing else to give you, dear
There's nothing more that I can lose
Except this heart shaped bruise
It will fade
From purple to violet
It will fade
Just as the day dissolves into twilight
Tell me now
Or am I only dreaming?
You said that you'd be mine for life
And now you say you're leaving
If I could hold you once more
Before you go
When I approach you just lash out
Should I give up and let you?
What more is there to take from me?
There's nothing left give you, dear
There's nothing else that I can lose
Except this heart shaped bruise
It will fade from purple to violet
It will fade...
She's pulling out the pin
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Elvis Costello | He's Got You | /e/elvis+costello/hes+got+you_20047180.html | I got the picture that you gave to me
And it's signed with love, just like it used to be
The only thing different, the only thing new
I got the picture, he's got you
I got the records that we used to share
And they still sound the same, as when you were here
The only thing different, the only thing new
I got the records, he's got you
I got your memory, or has it got me?
I really don't know, but I know it won't let me be
I got your class ring that proves you care
And it still looks the same as when you gave it dear
The only thing different, the only thing new
I got these little things, he's got you
I got your memory, or has it got me?
I really don't know, but I know it won't let me be
I got the picture that you gave to me
And it's signed with love, just like it used to be
The only thing different, the only thing new
I got these little things, he's got you
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Elvis Costello | Hidden Shame | /e/elvis+costello/hidden+shame_20047220.html | I'm sorry to say that you don't know me
I'm sad in ways you never understood
Each time I try to tell the ugly truth
You always let it pass you by
You said I'd never tell you a lie
Just because I could
Did you really think I was a bad man?
You always said that that should be my middle name
But you don't know the half of it
You don't know how that name fits
You don't know my hidden shame
Hidden shame, shame, shame that I can't get free
From the blame and the torture and the misery
Must it be my secret for eternity?
Till you know my hidden shame you really don't know me
Well, there's a different kind of prison
And it don't even have to look much like a cell
It's already on your mind, boy, we can see it in your eyes
So, here's the bars and walls as well
Well, you know I'm never coming home, babe
You said you'd stand by me until I cleared my name
Sure it's easy to be strong
When you know the charge is wrong
But the days and weeks get long
When you've got a hidden shame
Hidden shame, shame, shame that I can't get free
From the blame and the torture and the misery
Must it be my secret for eternity?
Till you know my hidden shame you really don't know me
I had a friend when I was just a boy
We were like brothers, we would run and hide
And we went walking on a high hillside
And I really don't how it happened
He turned to me and had this strange look in his eye
And not a single word was spoken
I must have pushed him but I don't remember why
And all at once, he lay there broken
And I walked down without him and I didn't even sigh
Hidden shame, shame, shame that I can't get free
From the blame and the torture and the misery
Must it be my secret for eternity?
Till you know my hidden shame you really don't know me
They say you always hurt the one you love
And I'm not saying if I did or if I didn't
But like my shame that kind of love is always hidden
They locked me up here for the ideas in my head
They never got me for the thing I really did
Hidden shame, shame, shame that I can't get free
From the blame and the torture and the misery
Must it be my secret for eternity?
Till you know my hidden shame you really don't know me
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Elvis Costello | High Fidelity | /e/elvis+costello/high+fidelity_20047599.html | Some things you never get used to
Even though you're feeling like another man
There's nothing that he can do for you
To shut me away as you walk through
Lovers laughing in their amateur hour
Holding hands in the corridors of power
Even though I'm with somebody else right now
High fidelity
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
High fidelity
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
There's a new kind of dedication
Maybe you'll find it down the tunnel
Maybe I got above my station
Maybe you're only changing channel
Even though you're nowhere near me
And I know you kiss him so sincerely now
Even though the signal's indistinct
And you worry what silly people think
Who just can't wait to feel so frozen out
I bet he thinks that he was chosen out of millions
I suppose he'll never know about
High fidelity
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
High fidelity
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
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Elvis Costello | Home Truth | /e/elvis+costello/home+truth_20047313.html | I hung up the phone tonight
Just as you said I love you
Once this would have been coincidence
Now these things start to bother me
You still close your eyes when I kiss you
And I close mine too
But we didn't open them again
Quite as wide as we should
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Does your touch feel the same as it should do
Or is it someone quite similar
Who killed me with kindness last night
Now do I look at all familiar?
But none of these things seem to matter
Since we've grown apart
I'd put back the pieces of what's shattered
But I don't know where to start
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
And I feel like a clown
It's tearing me up
It's tearing me down
You say which are the lies that you tell me
Well where do I begin?
So I turn on the TV again
And the world comes crashing in
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste
That is whiter than white?
Is it the lies that I tell you
Or the lies that I might?
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
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Elvis Costello | Honey, Are You Straight Or Are You Blind? | /e/elvis+costello/honey+are+you+straight+or+are+you+blind_20217409.html | Who do you see when you turn your eyes down?
Who do you see when I'm not seeing you?
The news is out all over town and all these girls
Are taking turns at being you
[Chorus:]
Well, well, well
You'd better make up your mind
Honey, are you straight or are you blind?
She's coming in between us you know that she is
I'm not holding on to her but one of us is
My hands are in my pocket, my face is in a book
She could walk 'round naked and I wouldn't sneak a look
[Chorus]
Honey are you straight or are you blind?
She walked in and your eyes flew out the door
You squeezed my hand 'til the circulation ceases
She's just a doll like so many more
She's the kind of doll that you'd like to pull to pieces
[Chorus]
Well, well, well
You'd better make up your mind
Honey are you straight or are you blind?
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Elvis Costello | How Deep Is The Red | /e/elvis+costello/how+deep+is+the+red_20837581.html | Is this is not a pretty tale?
Is this not a riddle?
A bow shoots arrows through the air
A bow drags notes from a fiddle
But who is the beau of a young girl's heart?
That a king may send to battle
Is this not a pretty tale?
Is this not a riddle?
If red is the breast of soldier's tunic hung with a silver medal
And red is the thorn that protects the rose,
A deeper red than the petal
How deep is the red our redeemer bled,
The debt of our sins to settle?
How deep is the red?
How deep is the red?
How deep is the red our redeemer bled?
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red our redeemer bled?
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
Is this is not a pretty tale?
Is this not a riddle?
A bow shoots arrows through the air
A bow drags notes from a fiddle
But who is the beau of a young girl's heart?
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
How deep is the red??
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Elvis Costello | How Much I Lied | /e/elvis+costello/how+much+i+lied_20047182.html | Darling, there is one thing I must tell you, you must know
It's so hard to say the words I feel
This fancy that I'm on has been going on too long
It's time to stop pretending things are real
'Cause I've been living deep in sin, I've been living blind
And I just don't know what's right or wrong
To take a chance on losing you is such a silly thing to do
A chance I might wake up and find you gone
Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue
Any private flame could be a lie
Blue, so blue, my love still burns for you
But I know I'll only make you cry
A thief can only steal from you
He cannot break your heart
He can never touch the precious things inside
Someone like you should surely be
Miles and miles away from me
Then you'd never care how much I lied
So try to understand the pain
It takes so long when I explain
Please don't you forget how much I lied
How much I lied
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Elvis Costello | How To Be Dumb | /e/elvis+costello/how+to+be+dumb_20047414.html | I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration
While you were living like a saint
And all the time the very one you trusted was washing off
Somebody else's paint
Now you've got yourself a brand new occupation
Every fleeting thought is a pearl
And beautiful people stampede to the doorway
Of the funniest fucker in the world
They're here to help you
Satisfy your desire
There's a bright future for all you professional liars
[Chorus]
Now you know how to be dumb
Are you ready to take your place in the modern museum of mistakes?
Don't you know how to be dumb?
Like a building thrown up overnight in one of those reverse earthquakes
They emptied out all the asylums, they emptied out all the jails
The "new bruise" was the name of a dance craze
By "Jesus cross and the cruel nails"
Followed up by "torturing little beaver"
With their contraption of barbed wire
Between the fear and the fever lies all the rejection they require
They'll be howling by midnight, they'll be drooling by dawn
Skulls shrunk down to the size of their brains
Heads shaven and shorn
[Chorus]
Trapped in the house of the perpetual sucker
Where bitterness always ends so pitifully
You always had to dress up your envy in some half-remembered
Philosophy
Now you're masquerading as pale powdered genius
Whose ever bad intention has been purged
You could've walked out any time you wanted but face it you
Didn't have the courage
I guess that makes you a full time hypocrite or some kind of
Twisted dilettante
Funny though people don't usually get so ugly 'til they think
They know what they want
Scratch your own head stupid
Count up to three
Roll over on your back
Repeat after me
Don't you know how to be dumb?
Are you ready to take your place in the modern museum of mistakes?
Don't you know how to be dumb?
Like a building thrown up overnight in one of those reverse earthquakes
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Elvis Costello | Human Hands | /e/elvis+costello/human+hands_20047334.html | I've been talking to the wall and it's been answering me
Oh darling how I miss you
I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness
I crave the silhouette of your kiss
With only the blue light of the tv on
Lip reading threats and false alarms
There's a boy somewhere holding hands with himself
And a girl in a window on the Reeperbarn
[Chorus:]
Whenever I put my foot in my mouth and you begin to doubt
That it's you that I'm dreaming about
Do I have to draw you a diagram?
All I ever want is just to fall into your human hands
With the kings and queens of the dance hall craze
Checkmate in three moves in your heyday
But the girls don't listen to your line anymore
Now you're part of someone else
On the factory floor and you still say "Wheres the action?"
Now you manufacture happiness
And get sold on the cheap for someone's satisfaction
[Chorus:]
All you toy soldiers and scaremongers
Are you living in this world sometimes I wonder
In between saying you've seen too much and saying you've seen it all before
Tighter and tighter I hold you tightly
You know I love you more than slightly
Although I've never said it like this before
[Chorus:]
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Elvis Costello | Human Touch | /e/elvis+costello/human+touch_20047294.html | I know I've just gotta get out of this place
I can't stand any more of that mechanical grace
Though you say it's only industrial squeeze
It looks like luxury and feels like a disease
[Chorus:]
Oh give it to me, give it to me
I don't want to know much about much
Give it to me, give it to me
I need, I need, I need the human touch
Left with just a house to hold
Drinking your way to drydock
It's easy to break up a model citizen
Living in the state of shock
I just can't believe I am responsible for this
What the makeup hides can't be hidden with a kiss
When I'm talking in tongues I go where you lead
I don't make you plead, oh I need you
How I'd like to fix her in a picture of rage
How I'd like to catch her when she's acting her age
But when she's laying stretched out on the floor
It's no mystery to me anymore
[Chorus]
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Elvis Costello | Hurry Down Doomsday | /e/elvis+costello/hurry+down+doomsday_20047270.html | The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
In the teeming temple of the Railroad Kings
He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
But I can't bring myself to look
Wake up zombie, write yourself another book
You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over
She sleeps in the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
While the parents of those kidnapped children
Start the bidding for their tears
But I can't bring myself to look
Wake up zombie, get yourself off the book
You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over
Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll
Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola
Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota
Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah
Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over
Any day now a giant insect mutation
Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden
Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
Better make like a fly if you don't want to die
Look out there goes Gordon
But I can't bring myself to think
Wake up zombie, kick up a big stink
You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout
Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over
You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout
Hurry down Doomsday, the bugs are taking over
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Elvis Costello | I Almost Had A Weakness | /e/elvis+costello/i+almost+had+a+weakness_20047358.html | Thank you for the flowers
I threw them on the fire
And I burned the photographs that you had enclosed
God they were ugly children
So you're the little bastard of that brother of mine
Trying to trick a poor old woman
'Til I almost had a weakness
Last week cousin Florence
Bit your uncle Joe
Hit him on the forehead with a knife and a fork
(she) said that he looked like the devil
Then she said..."pass the vinegar," I'm beginning to think
(that) I'm the only one who hasn't taken to the drinking of it
Though I almost had a weakness
It pains me to mention
These delicate concerns
While I have to tolerate you family jewels
I really mustn't grumble
('cause) when I die the cats and dogs will jump up and down
And you little swines will get nothing
Though I almost had a weakness
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Elvis Costello | I Can't Stand Up For Falling Down | /e/elvis+costello/i+cant+stand+up+for+falling+down_20173959.html | I'm the living result
I'm a man who's been hurt a little too much
And I've tasted the bitterness of my own tears
Sadness is all my lonely heart can feel
I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down
Simple though love is
Still it confused me
Why I'm not loved the way I should be
Now I've lived with heartaches
And I've roomed with fear
I've dealt with despair
And I've wrestled with tears
I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down
The vow that we made
You broke it in two
But that don't stop me from loving you
I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down
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Elvis Costello | I Dreamed Of My Old Lover | /e/elvis+costello/i+dreamed+of+my+old+lover_20837516.html | I dreamed of my old lover last night
I wonder if I spoke out loud
And if by chance my husband overheard
He put my face back in the crowd
His eyes were clear and gentle then
He kissed the troubles from my brow
I long to fall to sleep again
And I wonder how he would look now
Would our kids grow sullen or grow strong?
Would their limbs bronze in solitude and sun?
I like the way it feels but then
I rarely dream of anyone
In the songs of shame and the tales of dread
Where they seal the lovers' lips with lead
And all the vines wind through their eyes
Oh but no one knows this passion now
Oh no one knows this passion now
So I keep this fancy to myself
I keep my lipstick twisted tight
I long to fall to sleep again
I dreamed of my old lover last night
I long to fall to sleep again
'Cause I dreamed of my old lover last night
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Elvis Costello | I Hear A Melody (Demo) | /e/elvis+costello/i+hear+a+melody+demo_20829543.html | It's easy to do, it's not so easy to say
I was talking to you when you took my tongue away
I hear a melody and I feel so ashamed
I got nothing you'd need and you're so hard to blame
I hear a melody, I hear a melody
I hear a melody and you're so hard to blame
You will never work out I know that's easy to see
So the way that I want you to stay is hidden in me
You'll never know the fool I'm feeling tonight
But it's best that you never know 'cause I know it's not right
I hear a melody, I hear a melody
I hear a melody and I know it's not right
I hear a melody, I hear a melody
I hear a melody and I know it's not right
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Elvis Costello | I Hope You're Happy Now | /e/elvis+costello/hope+youre+happy+now_20218052.html | He's a fine figure of a man and handsome too
With his eyes upon the secret places he'd like to undo
Still he knows who knows who and where and how
And I hope you're happy now
He's got all the things you need and some that you will never
But you make him sound like frozen food, his love will last forever
Still he knows what you want and what you don't allow
And I hope you're happy now
I hope that you're happy now like you're supposed to be
And I know that this will hurt you more than it hurts me
He's acting innocent and proud still you know what he's after
Like a matador with his pork sword, while we all die of laughter
In his turquoise pajamas and motorcycle hat
I hope you're happy now because you'll soon put pay to that
I knew then what I know now I never loved you anyhow
And I hope you're happy now
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Elvis Costello | I Still Have That Other Girl | /e/elvis+costello/i+still+have+that+other+girl_20047444.html | I have to say that we should finish it now
Before we weaken 'cause we already know this is wrong
I could give in, sometimes I think that I will
Despite the temptation I try to be very strong
In my reluctance seems a surprise
It's not 'cause I don't want you
But I just
Know I must... Hesitate
Because I still have that other girl
In my head
I still have that other girl in my head
There may be ugly rumors that
I have been lying
There may be angry tears, but
They're never worth the crying
That is why
Sometimes I... Hesitate
Because I still have that other girl
In my head
I still have that other girl in my head
I still have that other girl in my head
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Elvis Costello | I Thought I'd Write To Juliet | /e/elvis+costello/i+thought+id+write+to+juliet_20047359.html | I thought I'd write to Juliet's, for she would understand
And when someone is already dead they can no longer let you down
Instead I find myself talking to you, as my oldest friend
Tell me how I can advise someone, that I don't even know,
To welcome death
For I received a letter that is worth reporting
And though it may raise a cynical smile
It leaves a sinking feeling
Like when a soldier in a story says to the sergeant...
"Have you seen my pride and joy?..."
You know the rest...and it's no joke...forgive me please as I quote...
"This is a letter of thanks, as I'm so bored here in I can't say where.
So I'm writing to people that I may never meet
And I was thinking if something you said..."
"I'm a female soldier, my name is Constance.
I enlisted in the military needing funds for college
I'm twenty-three years old and if I do get home alive
I imagine I may think again..."
"I'm sleeping with my eyes open for fear of attack
Your words are a comfort, they're the best thing that I have
Apart from family pictures and, of course, my gas mask
I don't know why I am writing to you"
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Elvis Costello | I Threw It All Away | /e/elvis+costello/i+threw+it+all+away_20047397.html | I once held her
In my arms
She said she would always stay
But I was cruel
And I treated her like a fool
I threw it all away
Once I had mountains
In the palm of my hand
And rivers to drink through everyday
But I must have been mad
I never knew what I had
Until I threw it all away
Love is all there is
That makes the world go round
Love as only love
Can't be denied
Not matter what you think about it
Just won't be able to do without it
Take a tip from one who's tried
So when you find someone
Who gives you all of her love
Take it to your heart don't
Let is stray
'Cause one thing for certain
You will surely be hurting
If you throw it all away
If you throw it all away
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Elvis Costello | I Throw My Toys Around | /e/elvis+costello/i+throw+my+toys+around_20047558.html | I've got no time for fairy stories
I'm not a little girl
So you can leave me all alone
And turn off the lights as well
If you were frightened
Then listen:
But I don't think you'd like it
Such a nice kid
Nobody's lookin' now
I throw my toys around
Somebody's bein' very bad
I wonder who it can be
Somebody's goin' to get in trouble
I know it isn't me
I'm just a little angel
But you don't know what I've done
When your back's turned
Nobody's lookin' now
I throw my toys around
Pick up those building blocks
Chop off the baby's locks
Swing dolly by the hair
Put down that teddy bear
Slam dunk that happy clown
I throw my toys around
I've got no time for bedtime stories
I'm not a little child
Everything makes me furious
And everything makes me wild
If you were frightened
Then whistle:
And they'll come runnin' to you
As you boo-hoo
Nobody's looking now
I throw my toys around
I throw my toys around
[repeat and fade]
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Elvis Costello | I'll Wear It Proudly | /e/elvis+costello/ill+wear+it+proudly_20047378.html | I hate these flaming curtains they're not the color of your hair
I hate these strip lights they're not so undoing as your stare
I hate the buttons on your shirt when all I want to do is tear
I hate this bloody big bed of mine when you're not here
[Chorus]
Well I finally found someone to turn me upside down
And nail my feet up where my head should be
If they had a King of Fools then I could wear that crown
And you can all die laughing because I'll wear it proudly
Well you seem to be shivering dear and the room is awfully warm
In the white and scarlet billows that subside beyond the storm
You have this expression dear no words could take its place
And I wear it like a badge that you put all over my face
[Chorus]
I'll wear it proudly through the dives and the dance halls
If you'll wear it proudly through the snake pits and catcalls
Like a fifteen year old kid wears a vampire kiss
If you don't know what is wrong with me
Then you don't know what you've missed
We are arms and legs wrapped round more than my memory tonight
When the bell rang out and the air outside turned blue from fright
But in shameless moments you made more of me than just a mess
And a handful of eagerness says "What do you suggest?"
[Chorus]
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Elvis Costello | I'm Your Toy | /e/elvis+costello/im+your+toy_20047183.html | You may be sweet and nice
That won't keep you warm at night
Cause I'm the one who taught you how
To do the things you're doing now
He may feel all your charms
He may hold you in his arms
But I'm the one who let you in
I was right beside you then
Once upon a time
You let me feel you deep inside
And nobody knew, nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?
I'm your toy, I'm your old boy
But I don't want no one but you to love me
Oh I wouldn't lie
You know I'm not that kind of guy
Once upon a time
You let me feel you deep inside
And nobody knew, nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?
I'm your toy, I'm your old boy
But I don't want no one but you to love me
Oh I wouldn't lie
You know I'm not that kind of guy
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Elvis Costello | Imagination | /e/elvis+costello/imagination_10100540.html | So you're trying to make connection, you heard whispers in the hall
She'll be out again this evening, when you come around to call
So, you dodge the lady-killer, who came creepin' 'cross the floor
Then you caught up in a whirlwind, you got blown right out the door
Oh, yes it was a whirlwind, sweet romance was on your side
If you wanna dance on my face, you must tell me why you lied
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
When you try to believe her just a little too much
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch
I see a look of recognition, so well hidden in your eye
And your peepshow regulations, they just don't seem to apply,
Well, did I see you in the circus, in the ring without a hand
Now you think that you can curse us, steal the show and stop the band
Oh, you can follow your dreams, oh but please don't lead me on,
If you wanna bleed in my face, you were here and now you're gone
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
When you try to believe her just a little too much
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch
I'll go out of my mind, if I'm losing your touch
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Elvis Costello | Impatience | /e/elvis+costello/impatience_10100597.html | How long do I have to wait?
Before I can tell you the things I've been wanting to say
How long must I hesitate?
I know it makes sense but it's hard for me to stay away
But if this is how it has to be
Maybe it's just a feeling
That I could name
But I'd probably best blame...impatience
You can't miss - what you've never known
It's quite absurd how you started disturbing me so
Sometimes - when I am all alone
I lose my senses
I have no defenses to go
But if this is how I lose my heart
Then I shall just embrace that
My pulse is racing still
I'm secretly thrilled
By the laughter that tumbled
And the tears that I spilled
As far as I know no one ever got killed
By impatience
Tell me - is there danger still?
I took no heed so a word might as well be deed
Although - I'd really like to see you now
I'm almost certain it can't be accomplished with speed
So, if this is how I'll bide my time
Then I will set it down
Til we lose our caution
I'll honor your order
Cause it's such sweet torture
To carry this torch
In the light of temptation
Beyond conversation and all expectation
Pausing a moment or two just to mention...
Impatience
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Elvis Costello | Inch By Inch | /e/elvis+costello/inch+by+inch_20047315.html | You can take a powder
You can take a drink
You can keep the shrink
And the kitchen sink
Write my name in heaven
In invisible ink
I just woke up from dreaming, I think
You can take me over
You can give me a lip
You can take me under
You can give me the slip
Take off everything or tear me off a strip
Like a lady in the chamber
And another in the clip
[Chorus]
Don't move a muscle baby
Don't even flinch
You can miss me by a mile
Or just inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
You can pull me up again
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
As pulses race
I long to see that look upon your face
You can take me outside
You can take me apart
You can take me upstairs
You can take me to heart
You made me love you when
You thought you were so smart
Don't try to stop me when
You told me to start
[Chorus]
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Elvis Costello | I've Been Wrong Before | /e/elvis+costello/ive+been+wrong+before_20047398.html | The night we met
The night that I won't forget
You've seen what I've been waiting for
But baby, I've been wrong before
You held me tight
And everything seemed just right
I couldn't ask for more
But baby, I've been wrong before
She used to smile at me
And hold my hand like you do
Then she left me
And broke my heart in two
See her face
And feel your warm embrace
You're all that I adore
But baby, I've been wrong before
Oh baby, I've been wrong before
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Elvis Costello | Jack Of All Parades | /e/elvis+costello/jack+of+all+parades_20047380.html | When we first met I didn't know what to do
My old love lines were all worn out on you
And the world walked round at my mouth
They lit me up and they snuffed me out
[Chorus]
And I was everybody's boy
But soon that thrill just fades
To be the love of one true heart
Or the Jack of all parades
You won't know who to thank
You won't know who to blame
It's just a part of the murdering game
Cause down in the fleshpots
Where they pay you in pounds
They're laughing like drains
And baying like bloodhounds
For the Jack of all parades
The Jack of all parades
Once I knew a girl
That looked so much like Judy Garland
That people would stop and give her money
And everybody was Frankie, Jimmy or Bobby
Not the Jack, the Jack of all parades,
Oh the Jack, the Jack of all parades,
Oh the Jack, of all parades.
Now the way that I feel is no longer news
You know my love and how to refuse it
Cause you know where the door is
And how to use it
Oh you know you do
But from my checkered past
To this shattered terrace
Where you can't keep your mind off
The crimes of Paris
And you can't keep your peace
And try to forget it
And I can't forgive you
For things you haven't done yet
Oh I was anybody's boy
But soon that thrill just fades
To be the love of one true heart
Or the Jack of all parades
When we first met I didn't know what to do
My old love lines were all worn out on you
And the world walked 'round my mouth
I didn't mean to say it
I just blurted it out
As you pretended not to notice
Or be taken aback
And I loved you there and then
It's as simple as that
Oh I was everybody's boy
But soon that thrill just fades
To be the love of one true heart
Or the Jack of all parades
To be the love of one true heart
Or the Jack of all parades
Oh the Jack of all parades
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Elvis Costello | King Of Confidence | /e/elvis+costello/king+of+confidence_20228677.html | She had her mind made up just like her face
She painted in the lines and shadows
She shaded color in that would express
The lonely mood that follows
Love, short and painful and tidy lies in self-defense
She just told a thing or two to the King of Confidence
You said that he could tell her anything
She even held him when he was crying
And made her feel she was the only one
You knew that he was lying when he said he was lying
Love is short and painful, that she finally made sense
Of the love he had for the one and only King of Confidence
It's hard enough to be your lover, let alone your confidant
You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want
It's just another tawdry morning now
Another tarnished farewell
Your body's tired and complaining now
But you're too tore down to tell
Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents
I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence
It's hard enough to be your lover, let alone your confidant
You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want
It's just another tawdry morning now
Another tarnished farewell
Your body's tired and complaining now
But you're too tore down to tell
Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents
I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence
I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence
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Elvis Costello | Less Than Zero | /e/elvis+costello/less+than+zero_10100870.html | Calling Mr. Oswald with the swastika tattoo
There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo
Carving "V" for "vandal" on the guilty boy's head
When he's had enough of that, maybe you'll take him to bed
To teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead
[Chorus:]
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it, so your father won't know
They think that I've got no respect but
Everything is less than zero
Hey, oo hey-ey
Hey, oo hey-ey
Oswald and his sister are doing it again
They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen
They've got a thousand variations, every service with a smile
They're gonna take a little break and they'll be back after a while
Well, I hear that South America is coming into style
[Chorus:]
A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor
Mr. Oswald said he had an understanding with the law
He said he heard about a couple living in the USA
He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet
Let's talk about the future, now we've put the past away
[Chorus:]
Hey, oo hey-ey
Hey, oo hey-ey...
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Elvis Costello | Let Me Tell You About Her | /e/elvis+costello/let+me+tell+you+about+her_10100588.html | I wasn't very indiscreet and yet
That is a notion that I might as well forget
Friends look at me these days with fond surprise
But when I start to speak they roll their eyes
Let me tell you about her
Hush now, I've said too much
There's something indescribable I can't quite catch
Let me tell you about her
The way that she makes me feel
Then draw a curtain on this scene I shan't reveal
Some things are too personal
Too intimate to spill
And gentlemen don't speak of them
And this one never will
I wasn't very conversational
Accept to say that, "You're sensational"
Friends now regard me with indulgent smiles
But when I start to sing they run for miles
Let me tell you about her
Hush now, I've said too much
There's something indescribable I can't quite catch
Let me tell you about her
The way that she makes me feel
Then draw a curtain on this scene I shan't reveal
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Elvis Costello | Let Them All Talk | /e/elvis+costello/let+them+all+talk_20047459.html | Hear what I say
See what I do
Believe me now I'm all over you
All over you
I know a place
A certain very tender spot
To have and to hold
To have and have not
Listening to the sad song that the radio plays
Have we come this fa-fa-fa to find a soul cliche
Let them talk
Let them talk
Let them all talk
Oh yeah we're killing time
Just to keep you clocking on
These are the best years of your life
Now they're here and gone
Do the world a service
And you could do yourself a favor
Whose tongue now is tasting last weeks flavor
Our day will come
When you have squandered all your youth
To have and to hold
A stranger to the truth
Listening to the sad song that the radio plays
Have we come this fa-fa-fa to find a soul cliche
Let them talk
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Elvis Costello | Life Shrinks | /e/elvis+costello/life+shrinks_20047563.html | Shall I wear a buttonhole to jog your memory?
So you'll recall the promise
That I swore you made to me when we were younger
You look sorry for yourself but what about?
I'm some idea you're not without a doubt
So you can put away that tongue
I don't know who I'm trying to kid
I'll find another name for you
I'll try to put the blame on you
For everything we did
Life shrinks and before you know it
You have forgotten all the cuts and bruises
Just be thankful we were only fighting for buttons
And you know by now who loses
You're only half awake because you never go to bed
And when he hears about it
You know then the both of you's is dead and that's a promise
You'll be sorry because I won't tell you again
You'll stick like that one day
And if you don't believe me go and ask St. Thomas
I don't know where it's going to stop
Spend your whole time trying to stay
From breaking down or running away
Or trying to keep up
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Elvis Costello | Lip Service | /e/elvis+costello/lip+service_20047508.html | You left the motor running
But I know you're so attractive
Getting in some sharp practice
You better not do anything reckless
But everybody is going through the motions
Everybody is going through the motions
Are you really only going through the motions?
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
But if you change your mind, you can send it in a letter to me
Don't make any sudden movements
These are dangerous amusements
When did you become so choosy?
Don't act like you're above me
Just look at your shoes
But everybody is going through the motions
Everybody is going through the motions
Are you really only going through the motions?
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
But if you change your mind, you can send it in a letter to me
But if you change your mind, you can send it in a letter to me
But if you change your mind, you can send a little letter to me
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Elvis Costello | Lipstick Vogue | /e/elvis+costello/lipstick+vogue_20047509.html | Don't say you love me when it's just a rumor
Don't say a word if there is any doubt
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumor
You've got to cut it out
You say you're sorry for the things that you've done
You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it
I wouldn't worry, I had so much fun
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
Oh yeah
Get to the slot machine, almost dead on arrival
Just hit me one more time with that live wire
Maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million
You say I've got no feelings, this is a good way to kill them
Select the control and then insert the token
You want to throw me away but I'm not broken
You've got a lot to say--well, I'm not joking
There are some words they don't allow to be spoken
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being
It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
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Elvis Costello | Little Palaces | /e/elvis+costello/little+palaces_20047382.html | In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brown
On the silver paper of the wrapper
There's a dapper little man
And he wears a wax mustache
That he twists with nicotine fingers
As he drops his cigarette ash
And someone comes and sweeps it up
And then he doffs his cap
And there's a rat in someone's bedroom
And they're shutting someone's trap
And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces
And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present
And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent.
And they're moving problem families from the South up to the North,
Mother's crying over some soft soap opera divorce,
And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of course,
And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces.
It's like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,
Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope.
There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,
The sedated homes of England, are theirs to vandalize.
So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.
And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.
You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble,
You made the girls all turn their heads, and in turn they made you miserable.
To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible.
So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.
And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.
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Elvis Costello | Little Savage | /e/elvis+costello/little+savage_20047338.html | I would have waited all my life
Just to make love out of something other than spite
But the beauty is the beast you're baiting
Should really be worth the waiting
[Chorus:]
You do something very special to
Mr. Average
Now the lamb lies with the lion
He's just a little savage
And so you turn your back on me
And all the hot air that only echoes stale tobacco
Actions speak louder now than words
By just a fraction
What's the use of saying I love you whe I'm drinking to distraction
We save our sanity
By saying such and such
After all its been discussed
You say you must be touched
[Chorus]
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Elvis Costello | Little Triggers | /e/elvis+costello/little+triggers_20047510.html | Little triggers that you pull with your tongue
Little triggers, I don't want to be hung up, strung up
When you don't call up
[Chorus:]
Little sniggers on your lips
Little triggers in your grip
Little triggers--my hand on your hip
Thinkin' all about those censored sequences
Worryin' about the consequences
Waiting until I come to my senses
Better put it all in present tenses
[Chorus:]
Worryin' about the common decency
When it is only a question of frequency
When you say OK but you've got cheek to be
Sayin' you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these
Little sniggers on your lips
Little triggers in your grip
Little triggers--my hand on your hip
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Elvis Costello | Living In Paradise | /e/elvis+costello/living+in+paradise_20047511.html | I don't like those other guys looking at your curves
I don't like you walking 'round with physical jerks
Everything they say and do is getting on my nerves
Soon they will be lucky to be picking up the perks
'Cause when they pull the shutters down and throw up in the dark
They'll find that all the dogs outside bite much worse than they bark
[Chorus:]
Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me
I call you Betty Felon 'cause you are a pretty villain
And I think that I should tell them that you'd make a pretty killing
'Cause meanwhile up in heaven they are waiting at the gate
Saying, "We always knew you'd make it, didn't think you'd come this late"
And now it's much too dangerous to stop what you've begun
When everyone in paradise carries a gun
[Chorus:]
Later in the evening when arrangements are made
I'll be at the keyhole outside your bedroom door
'Cause I'm the first to know whenever the plans are laid
That never go further than floor to floor
You think that I don't know the boy that you're touching
But I'll be at the video and I will be watching
[Chorus:]
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Elvis Costello | Lost In The Stars | /e/elvis+costello/lost+in+the+stars_20047566.html | Before Lord God made the sea and the land
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand
And one little star fall alone
Then the Lord God hunted through the wild night air
For the little dark star in the wind down there
And he stated and promised he'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost again
Now, man don't mind if the stars grow dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him
So long as the Lord God's watching over him
Keeping track how it all goes on
But I've been walking through the night and the day
Till my eyes get weary and my hair turns grey
And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away
Forgetting the promise that we heard him say
And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars, big stars
Blowing through the night
And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars, big stars
Blowing through the night
And we're lost out here in the stars
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Elvis Costello | Love For Tender | /e/elvis+costello/love+for+tender_20047299.html | You won't take my love for tender
You can put your money where your mouth is
But you're so unsure
I could be a miser or a big spender
But you might get much more than you bargained for
Check in on a checkmate
Grassing on a classmate
So beautiful and fortunate
You're the one who hates to love
But he's the one who loves to hate
He can fix you all for good
Because he is the neighbourhood
You can get money for blood
Blood money for doing no good
Better tell me now, have you made your selection?
Are you ready for correction?
Cause the wages of sin are an expensive infection
It'll make you bankrupt
Better pay up now, don't interrupt
So in love, I'm so sincere
Just like a well-known financier
You know I've never been corrupt
I'll pay you a compliment
And you'll think I am innocent
You can total up the balance sheet
And never know if I'm a counterfeit
You won't take my love for tender...
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Elvis Costello | Love Went Mad | /e/elvis+costello/love+went+mad_20047460.html | I've looked at it every way I can
From under and above
And every chance i've had
My love went mad
Love went mad love went mad
You you feel like I feel?
Do you have a heart?
Do you have a heart of iron and steel?
Are you a man now you wear a man's hat?
Are you a man now or are you a rat?
You go to church quiet as a mouse
You're a big cheese now in the workhouse
With these vulgar fractions of the treble clef
I wish you luck with a capital 'f'
A self-made mug is hard to break
A silent partner in someone else's mistake
Every day goes by without a hitch
You feel the urge becoming an itch
The boys in blue are hard to catch
They're busy turning piccadilly
Into brands hatch
But with your fingers in your ears
Feeling bright as a button
Thinking 'thank god there'll be no more
Lamb dressed as mutton'
Playing family favorites on a tissue and a comb
Dying a thousand deaths
In the safety of your own home
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Elvis Costello | Lover's Walk | /e/elvis+costello/lovers+walk_20047530.html | I won't walk with my head bowed
(Be on) Beyond caution where lovers walk
My love walks where three's a crowd
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers walk, lovers scramble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Lovers step, shuffle and gamble
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers trip, lovers stumble
Lovers dip, lovers fumble
Lovers lip where love has crumbled
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap
Lovers late, lovers wait
Making promises that they can't keep
Lovers link up arm and arm
Lovers slink up, lovers charm
Lovers drink up and come to harm
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Love is gone and it's no one's fault
Love has stopped here, lovers halt
Lovers don't walk, lovers run
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Beyond caution where lovers walk
Now love's limping on a lover's crutch
Looking for a hand with a personal touch
Beyond caution where lovers walk
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Elvis Costello | Luxembourg | /e/elvis+costello/luxembourg_20047531.html | Dressed up like a dog's dinner
Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth
If this is a dog's life
Then you're the cat's clothes
They hire out your sons
And hire out your daughters
The man from abroad says he's already bought her
And now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist
You're either talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg
You get over
You're worried by her body
She's worryin' about her bodily odor
You pull off
The pull over
You say that you love her when you really loathe her
Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her
You're either talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg
They're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers
Kick you where it really matters
Send all your friends to Coventry
And look for your name in last night's obituaries
If you've got the Deutschmarks
If you've got the yen, then
You get the shirt off her back and the clock off Big Ben
Somebody's soft touch
Struck all these bargains
In the drinking clubs with the council men making
Plans to put lead back in their pencils again
You're either talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg
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Elvis Costello | Men Called Uncle | /e/elvis+costello/men+called+uncle_20047301.html | Now there's newsprint all over your face
Well maybe that's why I can read you like a book
Just when I thought I was getting my taste to bite
I go and lose my appetite
Look at the men that you'd call uncle
They'd like to sink their teeth into you
For the pride and the pleasure
And the privilege of having you
If I say you're the one do you think that I'm serious
You get that kind of talk from older men
If I say I love you then I must be delirious
So why are you trying to put my temperature up again
Look at the men that you'd call uncle
Having a heart attack round your ankles
When you wake up with X-rated eyes
When you wake up still shaking
How can I apologize
As you check your effects and check your reflection
I'm so affected in the face of your affection
Look at the men that you'd call uncle
Having a heart attack round your ankles
I could swear, I could promise that I'll always be true to you
But we may not live to be so old
I could even say I'm going to do something new to you
Now the girls I see just leave me cold
Look at the men that you call uncle...
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