Тексты песен «Elvis Costello»

(Cole Porter) When the only sound on the empty street Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of a wayward...

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 not or checkmate class not...

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...

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...

(mccartney/macmanus) I have always needed somebody, girl But I close the doors to keep out the world But for you I would be here all alone Locked in a photograph All of the clocks have run down Lover beware...

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...

now those newsprints 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 a bite I go and lose my appetite look at the man that you'd call uncle they'd like to...

So, this is where he came to hide When he ran from you? In a private detective's overcoat And dirty dead man's shoes [Incomprehensible] Knightsbridge For a minister of state Is a far cry from the nod and wink...

So this is where he came to hide When he ran from you In a private detective's overcoat And dirty dead man's shoes The pretty things of Knightsbridge Lying for a minister of state Are a far cry from the nod and...

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 man that you'd call Uncle They'd...

the middle of the road is trying to find me I'm standing in the middle of life with my past behind me but I got a smile for everyone I meet as long as you don't try dragging my bay or dropping the bomb on my street...

@ALBUM Mighty Like a Rose by Elvis Costello Warner Bros. Records, 1991 Produced by Mitchell Froom, Kevin Killen, and D.P.A. MacManus Elvis Costello (vocal, guitar, keyboards, maracas) Larry Knechtel (keyboards) Pete...

You never asked me what I wanted. You only asked me why. I never thought that so much trouble Was restin' on my reply, I could say it was the nights when I was lonely And you were the only one who'd come. I could tell...

She came dancing right before my eyes She said, she'd came to warn me Before it dawned on me I went walking on the blank hillside Where the sunset falls, where the sunset dies She gave me love, she told me lies...

All the children testified that Miss Macbeth Wore a fish bone slide in her cobweb tresses Her eyes were black like first foot coal Clutched as white as chalk dust Her fingers sweated India ink and poison pen letters...

Angels announce with trumpets Crown you with jewels and stars Hercules lives Next door to Venus and Mars Beside your pretty blue shoulder something may trouble Jerome Now that you're up with your friends I know...

(McCartney/MacManus) She said, "Come in, my dear, You're looking tired tonight Your bath is drawn, let me loosen your tie And fix you your usual drink" He settles back Takes a magazine Kicks off his shoes As...

A long time ago, our point of view Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew And now the world is full of sorrow and pain And it's time for us to speak up again You're slack and sorry Such an arrogant brood The only...

moods for moderns, moods for moderns moods for moderns, moods for moderns I get hit looking for a miss I never thought that it would come to this moods for moderns, moods for moderns moods for moderns, moods for...

somewhere in the distance I can hear who shot sam this is my conviction that I am an innocent man oh you say I'm unkind I'm being as nice as I can CHORUS: boys everywhere fumbling with the catches I struck lucky with...