Тексты песен Elvis Costello

He thought he was the King of America Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine Now I try hard not to become hysterical But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying I wish that I could push a bu

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 spoons i

Well you know your time has come and you're sorry for what you've done You should've never have been playing with a gun In those Complicated Shadows Well there's a line that you must toe and it'll soo

Maybe you'll recognize in time Maybe one day you will discover All the pain that lies behind You and your unfortunate love Somebody might be more Unsuitable and strange With eyes that offer everything

He selects the plainest face form a spiteful row of girls Elegant insulted women, a flaw of cultured pearls He drops a name or two, she fails to catch At last he's met his match Unspoiled and unaffect

Calling Mister Oswald with the swastika tattoo, there is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo, carving "v" for vandal on the guilty boy's head. When he's had enough of that maybe you'll t

You can take a powder, you can take a drink You can keep the shrink and the kitchen sink You can write my name in heaven in invisible ink Just leave a feeling when there's no time to think Little good

Signal fading, listen to what I'm saying. Testing, testing, this better be worth all of the breath I'm wasting. Maintaining radio silence from now on. Barricaded in the talk radio station Hostage take

I'm cutting up her pure white dress That I dyed red That I dyed red I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll send them over the ocean foam Right into those gentle

Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears? Who knows or cares what an imitation is? Only you do You can paint his nails Make him wear high heels Why waste time altering the hemline? Or do you? Tear

I should open with a kiss For if you're reading this You must have opened up your case And found this letter where I placed it In between the silk and lace There were other clues, like your walking sh

(Ivy J. Bryant) Everybody knows you been steppin' on my toes And I'm gettin pretty tired of it Keep steppin' outta line and messin' with my mind If you had any sense, you'd quit But ever since you wer

did you talk your way out of this,did someone flip your switch now there is only right or wrong ,can you tell which is which but it was so much easier,when i was cruel why did you leave your happy hom