Тексты песен «Elvis Costello»

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...

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...

(Elvis Costello/Jerry Ragavoy) Nothing can ever be the same All of the promises we made seem hollow But there's still some streets in this town Oh, they're marked, they're marked with your shadow So if you see...

I feel for you, you little horror Safe at your mother's breast No lucky break for you around the corner 'Cause your father is a bully And he thinks that you're a pest And your sister she's no better than a whore...

I spy for the "Spirit of Curiosity" All the scandals of each vain monstrosity I gossip and I pry and I insinuate If the failure is great Then it tends to fascinate A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons...

I can't believe the things I've seen I wonder bout some things I've heard Everybody's crying mercy When they don't know the meaning of the word A bad enough situation Is sure enough getting worse Everybody's...

Don't tell me you don't know what love is When you're old enough to know better WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote I'm a man with a mission in two or three...

Don't tell me you don't know what love is When you're old enough to know better WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote I'm a man with a mission in two or three...

Don't tell me you don't know what love is When you're old enough to know better WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote I'm a man on a mission in two or three editions...

Words and Music: Mac Manus (2:23) I marvel at the wonder of it in our souless age Fast flow the tears upon the page Don't be alarmed I am her friend Will I be excused if I presume It's more than disappointment that we...

(Krall/Costello) Things these days are better by far, A horse can out run a motor car, If the wheels are rubber and the rails are steel That beast can outrun any automobile Here's the story of progress and all...

(elvis costello/aimee mann) There's no charity in you And that surprises me I guess I thought you were a golden idol 'cause I called you majesty On the balustrade You watched me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick...

All the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown Soon they'll be scattered as they tumble down Although they may be swept up so invitingly I never did what I was told I trampled though the amber and the burnished...

Figure hanging on a leather band Pa consults the watch he cups in his hand The jewel movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime Chorus: So stay the hands,...

When Sunday morning dandruff turns out to be confetti And the cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty The girl in your dreams would have you up on an underage charge And the man of the moment is...

Last rays of sunlight die Full moon begins to rise Reflected in your eyes I can't believe that this is happening You make the motor in me Flutter and wow The crowd was gathering The clock struck five, then ten...

Words: Mac Manus/Cassidy/M.P. Thomas Music: Mac Manus (2:55) I don't know what I would do If this letter should fall into Other hands than it should pass through For other eyes He said, "It was nothing...it's over and...

The stars were so much brighter then, They dim and die, So why pretend The sky goes on forever: But if they fade as science teaches, Poets lose the power of speech. Waste paper, ink and feather. If I'd...

Oh, a TV went off like three day old milk That shook this town down better than most And it always was less of an idea and more of a boast Oh, you're burning in the bloom of life Till you're powder in the grave Or...

Oh, a TV went off like three day old milk That shook this town down better than most And it always was less of an idea and more of a boast Oh, you're burning in the bloom of life Till you're powder in the grave Or...