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You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
Slidin' down the banister in your Sunday suit
Lyin' on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
She's only thirty-five goin' on seventeen
You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean

And in every home there will be lots of time
I will be all yours, you might have been admired

If only dust could 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 we leave it alone?

Fifteen petals
One for every year I spent with you
Jewels and precious metals will never do
I love you twisted
And I love you straight
I'd write it down but I can't concentrate
Words don't me obey they do as they please
And all I am left with is these

01 Love Comes In Spurts
02 No Action
03 (The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes
04 Blame It On Cain
05 The Beat
06 Dr Luther's Assistant
07 This Year's Girl
08 (I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea

01. Mystery Dance
02. (The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes
03. The Beat
04. Radio, Radio
05. Less than Zero
06. Waiting for the End of the World
07. No Action
08. (I Don't Want to Go to) Chelsea

01. Goon Squad (fades in)
02. Opportunity
03. Oliver’s Army
04. Busy Bodies
05. Two Little Hitlers
06. (I Don’t Want To Go To) Chelsea
07. Green Shirt
08. Moods For Moderns

01. Lipstick Vogue
02. Watching The Detectives
03. Accidents Will Happen
04. Secondary Modern
05. Oliver's Army
06. Green Shirt
07. Radio, Radio
08. Sittin' And Thinkin'

01. I Hope You're Happy Now
02. Heart of the City
03. I Can't Stand Up for Falling Down
04. Radio Radio
05. Everyday I Write the Book
06. Watching the Detectives
07. Bedlam
08. Shipbuilding

Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticker valentines,
'cause I don't know if you are loving some body.

Bells are chiming for victory
There's a page back in history
Forty five
They came back to the world that they fought for
Didn't turn out just like they thought
Forty five
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?

You can read right through a book of matches
But that won't make you smart
You can laugh in the face of watches
But time will only break your heart

Kings reign beneath umbrellas
Hide pennies down in cellars
And money pours down and yet

Oh I just don't know where to begin
Though he says he'll wait forever
It's now or never
But she keeps him hanging on
The silly champion
She says she can't go home
Without a chaperone

You did it 'cause you wanted, alibi, alibi
And you took it, 'cause you need it, alibi, alibi
But if I've done something wrong there's no "ifs and buts"
'Cause I love you just as much as I hate your guts
Alibi, alibi, alibi
And you don't need anybody, alibi, alibi
But you are the only one that knows this, alibi, alibi
You deserve it, 'cause you're special, alibi, alibi

Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticker valentines,
'cause I don't know if you are loving some body.

Everyday is so wonderful, then suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then I get insecure, from all the pain
I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes words can bring me down

History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

I'm just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel

Once upon a time, I had a little money
Government burglars took it along
Before I could mail it to you
Still you are the only one
Now I can't let it slip away
So if the man with the ticker tape, he tries to take it
Well, this is what I'm gonna say

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 button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense

Everyday seem like Sunday
It must be something that I have done
I saw you dancing in the peep-show
That every episode is leading me on

I'm just another fool that you've got to humor
Can't say I love you when it's just a rumor

Oh, well, I feel so loose tonight I might fall to pieces
So be prepared to sweep me out the door
And I might be horizontal by the time the music ceases
So I think I'll get acquainted with the floor
Oh, I was trying to get away from the things that I always do
Hello, floorboards once again - how are you?

Lip Service - well, that's all you'll ever get from me

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
Chorus:

Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter
cutting
And as the signals took an age to change it was
easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping it makes
you feel good
All through the karaoke girls were squealing

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 soon be time to go
but it's darker than you know in those Complicated Shadows

All you gangsters and rude clowns

I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny
And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny
Till I found there is a way of crawling to the U.S.A.

You had better not go too far
There's one way out, there's only one way
Leave your mother and your father
Crawling to the U.S.A.

Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup
What makes the world just waking up
Resolve?
Dissolve
Who knows where on earth it's going to stop?
I can't hear you 'cause we're breaking up
Dissolve, dissolve
And the stones in the track make work for the mechanic

I sat in a motel room with the doctor
Just before we were supposed to sing
He said regarding this guardian wing
This black and clipped misshapen thing
Hobbling on from claw to ring
Hung upside down and cawing
Pecking at carrion of the fallen
Battalion

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?

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 tenpin bowling lane

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 editions

[Chorus:]
And I'm giving you a longing look

wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar

(H. Banks & A. Jones)
I'm the living result
I'm a man who's been hurt a little too much
And I've tasted the bitterness of my own tears
Sadness is all my lonely heart can feel

I can't stand up for falling down
I can't stand up for falling down

He's a fine figure of a man and handsome too
With his eyes upon the secret places he'd like to undo
Still he knows who knows who and where and how
And I hope you're happy now
He's got all the things you need and some that you will never
But you make him sound like frozen food, his love will last forever
Still he know what you want and what you don't allow
And I hope you're happy now

I want you
You’ve had your fun you don’t get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling you might fall
I want you
I woke up and one of us was crying
I want you

What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That's what you get for all your trouble
I'll never fall in love again
I'll never fall in love again

What do you get when you kiss a girl
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia

Hail to the taxis
They go where I go
Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know
Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn
I'm in the mood again

I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
Along the fine windows of shameless and plunder

You're upstairs with the boyfriend while I'm left here to listen (angry)
I hear you calling his name, I hear the stutter of ignition (angry)
I could hear you whispering as I crept by your door
So you found some other joker who could please you more
I'm not angry (angry)
I'm not angry anymore (angry)
I'm not angry (angry)
I'm not angry anymore (angry)

Everyone agreed that she looked delightful
Except for her sister, who was hateful and spiteful
Blushing bright red from her head to her feet
But rushing into her bridal suite
The imperial bedroom, the regal boudoir
This casual acquaintance led to an intimate bonsoir

Life turns out like a TV serial

We play these parlour games
We play at make believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but we don't even try
We go straight past pretending
To the part where everybody loves to cry
(chorus)
Indoor fireworks

Hush my little one don`t cry so
You know your Daddy`s bound to go
They took his pride
They took his voice
Don`t upset him now, don`t make a noise
They said "You`re lucky son you've still got a choice"
Last boat leaving

Calling Mr. 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 take him to bed
To teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead

(CHORUS) Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect
Even your mother won't detect it, so your father won't know

Hear what I say
See what I do
Believe me now I'm all over you
All over you
I know a place
A CERTAIN VERY TENDER SPOT
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT

You left the motor running
But I know you're so attractive
Getting in some sharp practice
You better not do anything reckless

But everybody is going through the motions
Everybody is going through the motions
Are you really only going through the motions?

Don't say you love me when it's just a rumor
Don't say a word if there is any doubt
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumor
You've got to cut it out

You say you're sorry for the things that you've done
You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it
I wouldn't worry, I had so much fun

Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brown
On the silver paper of the wrapper
There's a dapper little man
And he wears a wax moustache
That he twists with nicotine fingers
As he drops his cigarette ash
And someone comes and sweeps it up
And then he doffs his cap

Outside my window
Not long before sleep arrives
They come with their sirens
And they sweep away all the boys
Busy draining the joy from their lives
They never said their prayers out loud

And while Im dreaming

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 you that I like your sensitivity,
when you know it's the way that you walk.

Why do you have to say that there's always someone

All the children testified that Miss Macbeth
Wore a fishbone 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
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she
Really evil, was she only pantomime

When I was away, I needed you so
And now coming I'm home to stay
I won't wake in the night and reach for you
And turn on the light and to my dismay

You're not there
You're never around
Or is it me?

This is a calling card
Maybe it will be a farewell note
The poison fountain pen now requires the antidote
And if I avert your gaze
And I should become a shrinking flower
Just punch me on the arm
This could be our finest hour
Till now this was my view

She attracts dark rumors
Travels in blue and other humors
Each time she walks in the room
Brings in much more than you'd assume

Ooo, I looked in her eyes and out through that window I fell
She's my lovely Jezebel
She neglects you and then ransacks you so very well

She was smitten from the first
By a curious fellow
She said I love the way you talk
And with a a flounce she announces
I love the way that you pronounce it "Marshmallow"

So she liked to sing along
To her favourite song

Romeo was restless, he was ready to kill.
He jumped out the window cause he couldn't sit still.
Juliet was waiting with a safety net.
He said "Don't bury me cause I'm not dead yet".

[Chorus:]
Why don't you tell me 'bout the mystery dance.
I wanna know about the mystery dance.

She looked at the pictures on a newspaper pane
That was taped to the window
To keep out the wind
To keep out the rain
To keep out the nonsense
And block out the needing
To keep up her spirits
With improving reading

I don't want to kiss you, I don't want to touch
I don't want to see you 'cause I don't miss you that much
I'm not a telephone junkie
I told you that we were just good friends
But when I hold you like I hold that Bakelite in my hands

There's no action, there's no action, there's no action
Ev'ry time I phone you, I just want to put you down

Oh, I know that she has made a fool of him
Like many girls have done so many times before
Time and time again
But he's so strange, I don't know why
But somebody, somebody has to cry
There's gonna be no dancing when they get home
There's gonna be no dancing
There's gonna be no dancing

Rain slapping on the window pane
An hour or two of teeming
Storm punching like a hurricane
That tore him out of dreaming

Air screaming through the slightest gap
Rattling between the frame and the sill
Drapes hanging from the final act

He’s out in the woods with his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his anger
He’s screaming some words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to feel younger
But back at his desk in the city we find
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
Who can’t find the strength now to punish the length
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter

Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby cryin'
'Cause my head is killing me

I saw my ex again last night mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store

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

This Year's Model

No Action
This Year's Girl
The Beat
Pump It Up
Little Triggers

Radio Sweetheart
(Elvis Costello)

My head is spinning and my legs are weak
Who's step dancin', can't hear myself speak
Hopin' the eyes of the ugly girls
Will settle for the lies of the last chances
Where slow motion drunk pick wallflower dances

Shaken on her shoulder, shaking on her arse
Ain't no doubt about it she's a gamey lass
Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knee
Way she move it over, that's the place to please
Diction very bad, friction double rich
Brazen little hussy, rock 'n' rolling bitch
When it come to business takes off like a jet
Rocking's her vocation

Sure you haven't got the wrong number
Sure it's me you want to talk to tonight
Everyone in town's got your number
Everyone in town's got you pegged just right

Is that why you got in touch with me
I guess you must be running out of fools

She looked like she learned to dance from a series of still pictures
She's madly excited now, she throws her hands up like a tulip

She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party
Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,
Champagne rolls off her tongue like a second language
And it should have been her biggest night
The satellite looks down on her as she begins to cry

She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred tearful things
Within the measure of the day.

She handed me a mirror
That she had gazed upon
The glass still held an image
The glass still held an image
But it was of a man
I turned from the reflection
To see who it might be
Is that poor vanity quite how she pictures me?

She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She could be no good, I'm telling you
Gather round boys for a tale that is tragic and true
On the Mississippi riverboat, "Magnolia"
No one on board was smelling too sweet
That precious one must have been stamping her feet
Dictating demands all well and fine
A few rods west of the Bridgeport line
But the veil was drawn and the halo slipped

Oh I'm on my way, I know I am
Somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all, I feel right now
I feel the power growing in my hair

Sitting on my own not by myself
Everybody's here with me
I don't need to touch your face to know

Now, everybody's breakin' up somebody else's home
Before somebody else starts breaking up their own
I got you in my dreams, you should hear the things you say
It's not that it's so much fun, but it's safer that way

[Chorus:]
Sneaky feelings, sneaky feelings
You can't let those kind of feelings show

Oh, it was such a sparkling day
That I should be singing its praises
Just to catch my senses as they slip away
But my sentences and phrases
Are about as worthless as wonder can be

And there are words that I could say
Perhaps I lack the sense of occasion

I want a girl to make a mess
To do no wrong she must confess
And then perhaps hitch up her dress
'Cause when the flashbulbs explode
She's such a sensitive soul
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do

The tempest blows up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience
Into the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern

Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small
Outside the wind is punching

Still

These few lines I'll devote

To a marvelous girl covered up with my coat

Pull it up to your chin
I'll hold you until the day will begin

She wears a wedding ring her sister lent
To throw them off the scent
Just let them guess, it's what they expect
Who in the world has bitten her neck?
She's discovered wearing last night's dress
The carnal and cunning, she couldn't express
Who do you think she's trying to impress?
CHORUS:

Sweet pear, sweet pear
Those who say they love you would never dare
I'll watch out for you
I'll always be there
In the hour of distress you need not fear
In all the world there's only one true love
And finding it's hard enough
I bless whatever's in the sky above

Hear silver trumpets will trill
In the Arabic streets of Seville
Oranges roll in the gutter
And you pick them up
And pull back the skin
To the red fruit within
But the flavor is
Tart

We're all going on a summer holiday
Vigilantes coming out to follow me
Heard somebody say they're out to collar me
Anybody wanna swallow me?

It takes two to tumble, it takes two to tango
Speak up, don't mumble if you're in the combo

Hear the Last Confession of Vivian Whip
If you're reading this
My life was lonely
Never hurt a fly or spared a kiss
Never killed a soul except my own
But when I took you in my arms
I wondered why it took so long
For me to recognize this precious song

Bm A
Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Bm D
Well the boys they all paid him a visit
Bm A
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
Bm A E
For they sweated their duds till they ris' it

The sun struggles up another beautiful day
And I felt glad in my own suspicious way
Despite the contradiction and confusion
Felt tragic without reason
There's malice and there's magic in every season
CHORUS
From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf
The other side of Summer

Очень красивая и очень грустная песня от знаменитого композитора и пианиста Бёрта Бакарака и певца и композитора Элвиса Костелло. Песня, пробирающая до мурашек.

Перевод.

Эти комнаты дурачат тебя.
Вспомни время, когда они были полны смеха.
А сейчас они абсолютно пусты,
И, только кажется, что по ним витает эхо гневных голосов.

See her picture in a thousand places 'cause she's this year's girl
You think you all own little pieces of this year's girl
Forget your fancy manners
Forget your English grammar
'Cause you don't really give a damn about this year's girl

Still you're hoping that she's well-spoken 'cause she's this year's girl
You want her broken with her mouth wide open 'cause she's this year's girl

I saw a newspaper picture from the political
campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously
in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child's lips

Upon a veil of midnight blue
There hung a crescent moon
To light the view
But I don't whisper the words
When the moment arose
I wonder how he knows
You say your tongue is tied
Your words escape and hide

Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have sworn that her name was Veronica

Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
And a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her name is Veronica

The man from the television crawled into the train
I wonder who he's gonna stick it in this time
Everyone was looking for a little entertainment
So they'll probably pull his hands off when they find out his name
And then they shut down the power all along the line
And we got stuck in the tunnel where no lights shine
They got to touchin', all the girls were scared to call out
Nobody was saying anything at all

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!

Elvis Costello - Welcome To The Working Week

Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired
And you can have anyone that you have ever desired,
All you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why.

Welcome to the workin' week.
Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.

I exit through the spotlight glare
I stepped out into thin air
Into a perfume so rarefied
"Here comes the bride"

Not quite aside, they snide, "She's number four"
"There's number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don't even flatter her,

There is a place
Underneath the staircase
Where I keep the evidence
Of what once would offer peace
In a deep blue velvet box filled with joy and pride
Should I pick the locks?
Should I peek inside?
Can I stand the sight of those happy days?

take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes
or there is going to be a terrible scene
it's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked
when they find how wicked we are
how wicked we have been
how i've been tempted
how you tripped at every step