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ELVIS, ELVIS, ELVIS....
Song Lyrics:
What a master of words Mr.Costello is! Here are some of his lyrics I find particularly well developed and exciting. This page will probably be updated often as I find most of his lyrics "well developed and exciting".
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Note: The wav samples do not correspond with the lyrics posted.
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POISON MOON
Cut loose in a nightmare, cast off in my dreams
If home is anywhere that I can hang my hat
Then it's coming apart at the seams
My luck is hanging upside down
I try to hold on tight
But money's rolling out of town
And love slips right out of sight
And these bones, they don't look so good to me
Jokers talk and they all disagree
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon
You look in the mirror
I'm sorry, but it can't be replaced
You're thrown straight out in that cruel parade
Buttoned down and laced
It starts like fascination, it ends up like a trance
You've gotta use your imagination on some of that magazine romance
And these bones--they don't look so good to me
Jokers talk and they all disagree
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon
from MY AIM IS TRUE (1977)
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JUMP UP
Everybody's talking like they can't sit down
And looking like they can't stand up
It must be the lastest style
And they've seen a lot of thigs that you never see
Back on the mile up to the hanging tree
Some people can't keep their fingers clean
Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night's obituaries
Jump up--hold on tight
Can't trust the promise or a guarentee
'Cause the man 'round the curve that he's never heard
Of you or me
No tombstone would ever surprise me
When I'm locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox
Got holes in my socks
They match the ones that I got in my feet
I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over
I was a statue standing on the corner
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats?
Candidate talkin' on the radio from the "Cheaters Jamboree"
It must be their latest
'Cause it's a two-horse race and he changed bets
Like it was just another brand of cigarettes
Some people judge and they just guess the rest
They can't understand that don't mean that you're blessed
They ought to catch the Express Next Stop No Where
That way you can't forget
Jump up--hold on tight
Can't trust the promise or a guarantee
'cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard
Of you or me
from MY AIM IS TRUE (1977)
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GREEN SHIRT
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 all 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 "Quizling 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
Evertbody 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
from THIS YEAR'S MODEL (1978)
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