-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
(Elvis Costello/Paddy Moloney). . If on every ocean the ship is a throne. And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown. Then I could believe that I'm bound to find. A better life than I
-
. Speak up, don't mumble if you're in the combo. On the beat (on the beat), on the beat (on the beat). Till a man comes along and he says. "Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?. Though
-
Tempest blows up from a squall. Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron. Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten. Exposing the roots like in the dyed hair of slattern
-
?. You've seen the film you've read the book. You're drinking Vintage Elvis Presley wine Bored out of your tiny mind while life is twice as large. They'll cut her down to size on television. She's
-
. Speak up, don't mumble if you're in the combo. On the beat (on the beat), on the beat (on the beat). Till a man comes along and he says. "Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?. Though
-
They took old Danny Boy for a ride from the arms of his bride to be. Threw him into the murky waters by the dog biscuit factory. Quick dry the tears and stifle cheers as he sinks just like a stone
-
Don`t get smart or sarcastic. He snaps back just like elastic. Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics. We break wise guys just like matchsticks What would the loved ones say. Your pride
-
I fell under such gentle persuasion. You can't refuse it's like a home from home. Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom. They're finding all that glitters is not chrome The social circle have these
-
Up above me are the skies like the twinkle in your eyes. Blue must be the colour of the blues. In the mail, the letters came but you can't pay for love the same. Blue must be the colour of the
-
All the bedroom lights go out as the neighborhood gets quiet. Everything in heaven and earth is almost right. But there's a wife who's wondering where her husband could be tonight. And when the
-
In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill. Standing in the fibreglass ruins, watching time stand still. All your troubles you confess to another faceless backless dress. Schnapps, Chianti
-
Vain boys are gonna have to swallow. Their pride this time. So let the punishment fit the crime It's under the table, under your skin. Into the cable. Is this the death of the glory you're in
-
Vain boys are gonna have to swallow. Their pride this time. So let the punishment fit the crime It's under the table, under your skin. Into the cable. Is this the death of the glory you're in
-
Vain boys are gonna have to swallow. Their pride this time. So let the punishment fit the crime It's under the table, under your skin. Into the cable. Is this the death of the glory you're in
-
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope. But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive. Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains. Absolved by
-
The homecoming fanfare is echoing still. Now tapping on tables and sensing a chill. Poor families expecting a loved one's return. Only son and some charlatan specter, oh, when will they learn? You
-
Hail to the taxis. They go where I go. Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know. Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn. I'm in the mood again I walk the damp streets rather
-
You've been taught that this won't do. They put me in the picture but the film turned blue. A glimpse of you, turning the town red. A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
-
You've been taught that this won't do. They put me in the picture but the film turned blue. A glimpse of you, turning the town red. A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
-
You've been taught that this won't do. They put me in the picture but the film turned blue. A glimpse of you, turning the town red. A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
-
You've been taught that this won't do. They put me in the picture but the film turned blue. A glimpse of you, turning the town red. A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
-
See how the elements obey?. Eyes are blue. Skies are grey. Nothing I do can make you stay. I'm glad it will rain today You left me standing alone. Although I thought that we could not be parted
-
Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love. All your sons and daughters, in a strangle hold with a kid glove. She's got eyes like saucers, oh you think she's a dish. She is the blue
