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Holo Lukaloa
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7/15/2008 9:25:56 PM
Elvis Costello, lyricist extraordinaire
You can find all kinds of gems on this page
New Amsterdam
You're sending me tulips mistaken for lilies
You give me your lip after punching me silly
You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain
If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again
New Amsterdam it's become much too much
Till I have the possession of everything she touches
Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches
Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess
Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock
Clock all the faces that move in on your block
Twice shy and dog tired because you've been bitten
Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written
Chorus
Back in London they'll take you to heart after a little while
Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile
Somehow I found myself down at the dockside
Thinking of the old days of Liverpool and Rotherhithe
The transparent people who live on the other side
Living a life that is almost like suicide
Chorus
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Accidents Will Happen
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
Accidents will happen
We only hit and run
you used to be a victim
Now you're not the only one
Accidents will happen
We only hit and run
I don't want to hear it
'Cause I know what I've done
There's so many fish in the sea
That only rise up in the sweat and smoke like mercury
But they keep you hanging on
They say you're so young
Your mind is made up but your mouth is well undone
(Chorus)
And it's the damage that we do
And never know
It's the words that we don't say
That scare me so
There's so many people to see
So many people you can check up on
And add to your collection
But they keep you hanging on
Until you're well hung
Your mouth is made up but your mind is well undone
(Chorus)
I don't wanna hear it cause I know what i've, I know what I've, I know what I've done
I know, I know, (repeat) X 16
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Clowntime is Over
Tears on your blackmail
Written to ransom
A point of the fingernail
Says that he's handsome
Clowntime is over
Time to take cover
While others just talk and talk
Somebody's watching where the others don't walk
Clowntime is over
A voice in the shadows
Says that his men know
He don't step back as expected
He's otherwise and unprotected
Chorus
Almost too good to be true
Who do you? why do you? what do you do?
While everybody's hiding under covers
Who's making lover's lane safe again for lovers?
Chorus
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Chemistry Class
She throws back her hair and she shows you her mouth
The breath that I waste trying to ruin your life
Beauty's on a budget but you take it on the chin
'Cause you have to do your duty taking orders from the kingpin
You've got a chemistry class I want a piece of your mind
You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine
Are you ready for the final solution? Oh. Oh.
They chopped you up in butcher's school
Threw you out of the academy of garbage
You'll be a joker all your life
A student at the comedy college
People pleasing people pleasing people like you
You've been around so long but you still don't know what to do
(Chorus)
Sparks are flying from electrical pylons
Snakes and ladders running up and down her nylons
Ready to experiment, you're ready to be burned
If it wasn't for some accidents then some would never ever learn
(Chorus)
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Flygirl
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7/15/2008 9:51:56 PM
"Baby's got a brand-new hairdo, and doesn't she look so nice?"
Agree, most people wouldn't think of starting a song off with these lyrics for example
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never never band
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7/15/2008 10:48:42 PM
---- Updated 7/15/2008 10:50:40 PM
I think he's one of the most brilliant writers ever, and prolific..
I read an interview once where he said he writes a song every day..
not necessarily a good one...but EVERY day!
this is one of my favorites..
an ode to Thatch...
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 childs
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that childs lips
Well I hope I dont die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh Ill be a good boy, Im trying so hard to behave
Because theres one thing I know, Id like to live
Long enough to savour
Thats when they finally put you in the ground
Ill stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
When england was the whore of the world
Margeret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isnt
Haunted by every tiny detail
cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how its only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isnt angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because youve only got the symptoms, you havent got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose heads like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think Ill be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
cos when they finally put you in the ground
Theyll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
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Steve Ison
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7/15/2008 11:50:43 PM
New Amsterdam and Accidents Will Happen are wonderful songs too
I always loved the lyrics to Beyond Belief
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
Im just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel
I hang around dying to be tortured
Youll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your alice
You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly
Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous
And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly
I might make it californias fault
Be locked in genevas deepest vault
Just like the canals of mars and the great barrier reef
I come to you beyond belief
My hands were clammy and cunning
Shes been suitably stunning
But I know theres not a hope in hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle
Ive got a feeling
Im going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
(repeat chorus)
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Conversation Suicide
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7/16/2008 1:26:31 AM
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Get his collection, man NOT a B-SIDE in the bunch. This man is a GENIUS. I love Elvis Costello's LYRICS & his amazingly unique vocal melodies!
Thanks for bloggin' about him HoLO!
Shit...an amazing singer/songwriter/musician!
-phlegm
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BonsaiChainsaw
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7/16/2008 3:30:27 AM
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The George Gershwin of Rock- no doubt. I listened to side 2 of "Taking Liberties" for months. Great stuff!
This my favourite tune, though-
- Steve (a.k.a. srm)
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Stegor
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7/16/2008 10:23:12 AM
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Watching the Detectives is one of his best for sure
"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"
Awesome in the true sense of the word. He was on Late Night With David Letterman several years ago, following Madonna after she unleashed a stream of profanities that pretty much guaranteed the show would never be repeated. I was astounded at the guitar solo he tore into, almost as if he knew the show would never be shown again so he might as well do something weird. Haven't seen it since. Maybe it's on Youtube but if it is it won't be there long as I know well that anything uploaded from Letterman or SNL will be removed very quickly and the uploader will be slapped and cast out to eternal damnation.
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Hop On Pop
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7/16/2008 10:52:10 AM
A: Thanks for a cool MUSIC-RELATED thread, Holo.
B:
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
It was a fine idea at the time
Now it's a brilliant mistake
She said that she was working for the ABC News
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
Her perfume was unspeakable
It lingered in the air
Like her artificial laughter
Her mementos of affairs
"Oh" I said "I see you know him"
"Isn't that very fortunate for you"
And she showed me his calling card
He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
He was a fine idea at the time
Now he's a brilliant mistake
He thought he was the King of America
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love in whispers
And the acts of love in screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake
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Hop On Pop
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7/16/2008 11:35:14 AM
And before anyone mentions it:
"(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding"
is a
NICK LOWE
song.
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