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Siren is bending, the radio humming
Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming The score is obscure, the melody fractured It went by my window, refused to be captured I hope that I wake up in time Good King Neptune came flipping up my street He was a sad case tripping up the staircase Friends and relations are laughing at my head Gathered like crows at the end of my bed I hope that I wake up in time If you can't or can't quite Think again, you can't fight That you might not be smite If it's wrong, it's not right I say it once and I'll say it again Now and forever and ever, amen Siren is bending, the radio is humming, Who do you love now and who are you damning? The score is obscure and the melody fractured The bird by my window refused to be captured I hope I wake up in time If you can or can't quite Think again, you can't fight That you might not be smite If it's wrong, it's not right I'll say it once and I'll say it again Life is a beautiful thing I've said it before I can't say it much more Life is a beautiful thing |
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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Figure hanging on a leather band
Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime [Chorus:] So stay the hands, arrest the time Till I am captured by your touch Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favorite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip and polish this unvarnished truth The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse [Chorus] Put out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste [Chorus] |
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| 3. |
| 4:14 |
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Well, you're standing on the corner, flagging all the girls you see
Now do like EC and let those ladies be You know that's wrong, man, you know that's wrong Boy, you better get control, that's how you got killed before That girl you just met who got a big guy for a pal Who'll put knots on your head for messing with his gal So take it steady, man, let those women go Well, I'm just trying to tell you, that's how you got killed before Now, you wouldn't listen, Ephrom, you got two black eyes That's what you get, Daddy, for messing with men's wives So take it steady, whoa, let those women go Well, I'm just trying to tell you, that's how you got killed before |
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| 4. |
| 5:12 |
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Upon a veil of midnight blue
There hung a crescent moon To light the view But you didn't whisper the words When the moment arose I wonder how she knows You find your tongue is tied Your words escape and hide But she's so patient and kind She's prepared to read your mind That's all very well till you find Because of the wine you drank Your mind is just blank You find your tongue is tied again Your words escape and hide again But she's so patient and kind She's prepared to read your mind That's all very well till you find Because of the wine you drank Your mind is just blank I wonder how she knows I guess she will wonder until You pluck up the courage to tell her how you feel So close you can feel her heart trembling You look in her eyes as they close I wonder how she knows I wonder how she knows |
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| 4:51 |
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With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty
You're going off limits Going off duty Going off the rails Going off with booty They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in clubland? There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work You've come to shoot the pony They've come to do the jerk They leave him half way to paradise They leave you half way to bliss The ladies' invitation never seemed like this The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in clubland? The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town Meanwhile in clubland they are ready to pull them down Hey The right to work is traded in for the right to refuse admission Don't pass out now, there's no refund (when) did you find out what you were missing The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment Thursday to Saturday Money's gone already Some things come in common these days Your hands and work aren't steady The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in clubland? |
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| 5:52 |
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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's a 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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| 3:58 |
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Speak darkly, my angel
Or do I have to plead? The sweetness has gone out of it And all that's left is bitter barren greed A needy lover with her almost vanished liar Entangled as the gloom is strangled by the clinging brier That ventures out to gather in the gloom That perfect mouth is ruined now For as you turn down the corners of your smile And cloud your dim corrupted eyes Just before the concertina wrecks your noble brow The fatal flaw I can't allow Depart now, my angel The gaoler of my youth Sends fifty thousand reasons Why I never ever try to tell the truth The season's over And it's time for either one of us to go Stand by the window But don't lean so temptingly into the drop that calls below For if you tumble back I look so good in black |
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| 4:17 |
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Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes
And her flawless skin and her petulant pout The memory of such a long blond alibi Still makes me want to shout out loud You ** when you clear your head my dear You can't come out here in those stolen clothes Telling me all about some mystery I hope she isn't one, I hope she isn't one of those [Chorus] Almost ideal eyes Viewed through a rosey hue So beautiful, trusting You find liberal is an insult now and care is what you pay for Be sure of what you're wishing for, be careful what you pray for When you look into those almost ideal Love is smiles, he will hypnotize you wild He tries to analyze your dreams Fill you up with all his big ideas while he really wants to make you Scream out loud at the phony innocence And pained pretence and the dismal rage. The vacant lot that thankfully time forgot Where you never have to act, you never have to act your age [Chorus] In the spirit(?) all your friends look uglier And you find you're wearing an evening gown Weeping over some tiny broken bird While the sky is decorated Shocking pink and a dirty shade of brown And you think you need to be tranquilized A feat that may fit to your new career Whatever you invent you'll never be content with [Chorus] |
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| 9. |
| 3:56 |
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Can You Be True? - Elvis Costello
Can you be true? Can this possibly be real? I knew quite suddenly Do you sense how I feel? I long to hear you whisper my name 'Til you tell me "My Darling, you may be my man." There will be days when you must go from my sight There may be nights when clouds deny us starlight Only time will tell us I hope that it speaks gently if it isn't meant to be Then again By then we might not be listening so attentively I will be there If the days bring torments and trials To close the distances only measured in miles I long to hold you all through the night And to tell you "My Darling, you make everything seem right" And then I'll hear you calling in my name And I'll answer "My Darling, I may be your man" |
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| 10. |
| 4:23 |
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Put away forbidden playthings
Amusements and distractions And dismantle the contraption and carry it away In time as beauty dissolves into glamor It slips from your heart and falls under the hammer Put away forbidden playthings Put away forbidden playthings And never return to pluck out that jewel Or find the thrill that lingers still While suffering the dream of disobeying Put away forbidden playthings Put away forbidden playthings Put away forbidden playthings |
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| 11. |
| 6:09 |
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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 of rain Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane But nothing could compare with the explosion of fame So you jumped back with alarm Every Elvis has his army Every rattlesnake his charm Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine? Your memory was buried in simple box of pine Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak? Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek? It's such a shame you had to break the heart You could have counted on but the last thing you need is another Episode of blonde Revolving like a jeweller's figure on a music box Spangled curtain parted and night-club scene unlocks Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon Tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan This stolen feeling Amplified up through a busted speaker Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards, Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Telmo Repeat chorus I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble Now they are both living in a soft soap bubble The film producer's con |
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| 5:14 | 
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| 13. |
| 5:24 |
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Nice girls, not one with a defect
Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct Red dogs under illegal legs She looks so good that he gets down and begs [Chorus:] She is watching the detectives "Ooh, he's so cute" She is watching the detectives When they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot They beat him up until the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Long shot at that jumping sign Invisible shivers running down my spine Cut to baby taking off her clothes Close-up of the sign that says "We never close" He snatches at you and you match his cigarette She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet I don't know how much more of this I can take She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake [Chorus:] You think you're alone until you realize you're in it Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit Someone's scratching at the window, I wonder who is it? The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents Who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay It only took my little fingers to blow you away Just like watching the detectives Don't get cute It's just like watching the detectives I get so angry when the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Watching the detectives It's just like watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives... |
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| 6:56 |
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Now I have nothing
So God give me strength 'Cos I'm weak in her wake And if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength I can't hold on to her God give me strength When the phone doesn't ring And I'm 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 She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God if she'd grant me her indulgence and decline I might as well Wipe her from my memory Fracture the spell As she becomes my enemy Maybe I was washed out Like a lip-print on his shirt See, I'm only human I want him to hurt I want him I want him to hurt 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 She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength |
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| 0:48 |
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| 1:19 |
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| 2:21 |
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| 4. |
| 2:28 |
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| 2:11 |
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| 4:15 |
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| 7. |
| 1:09 |
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| 1:50 |
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| 9. |
| 4:42 |
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| 10. |
| 2:49 |
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| 11. |
| 4:23 |
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| 12. |
| 1:41 |
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| 3:40 |
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| 2:39 |
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| 1:33 |
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| 16. |
| 2:51 |
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Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you And wonder who Is kissing you Oh, these sleepless nights Will brake my heart in two Somehow, through the day I don't give in I hide the tears That wait within Oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart again Why did you go? Oh, why did you go? Don't you know, don't you know I need you? Through the sleepless nights I cry for you And wonder who Is kissing you Oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights Will break my heart in two ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT <i>Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS</i> |
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| 1:30 |
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| 4:16 |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-07-05 13:48:13
Subject : Elvis Costello - Favourite hour / God give me strength
