Episode Of Blonde 歌词

歌曲	Episode Of Blonde
歌手	Elvis Costello
专辑	Costello: My Flame Burns Blue
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Costello
	I spy through 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 an 10-pin bowling lane
	But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
	So you jump back with alarm
	Every Elvis has his Army
	Every rattlesnake its 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 a 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 the 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're both living in a soft soap bubble
	The film producer's contemplating, entertaining suicide
	The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
	The timepiece stretched across his wrist
	She couldn't care less cast aside
	The scent that so repelled him that he swore: "insecticide"
	And there's farewell note to mother
	That will conclude "Your loving Son"
	"Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done"
	Chorus
	So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
	And names the painting "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
	Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
	Paying off his stalker it's a legitimate expense
	So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls
	With puckered lips
	She's a trophy on your arm
	A magnet for your money clip
	The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
	They're pieced with links of chains so they can never run away

	zuo ci : Costello
	I spy through 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 an 10pin bowling lane
	But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
	So you jump back with alarm
	Every Elvis has his Army
	Every rattlesnake its 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 a 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 the 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' re both living in a soft soap bubble
	The film producer' s contemplating, entertaining suicide
	The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
	The timepiece stretched across his wrist
	She couldn' t care less cast aside
	The scent that so repelled him that he swore: " insecticide"
	And there' s farewell note to mother
	That will conclude " Your loving Son"
	" Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done"
	Chorus
	So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
	And names the painting " Christ' s Last Exit into Purgatory"
	Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
	Paying off his stalker it' s a legitimate expense
	So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls
	With puckered lips
	She' s a trophy on your arm
	A magnet for your money clip
	The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
	They' re pieced with links of chains so they can never run away

	zuò cí : Costello
	I spy through 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 an 10pin bowling lane
	But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
	So you jump back with alarm
	Every Elvis has his Army
	Every rattlesnake its 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 a 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 the 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' re both living in a soft soap bubble
	The film producer' s contemplating, entertaining suicide
	The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
	The timepiece stretched across his wrist
	She couldn' t care less cast aside
	The scent that so repelled him that he swore: " insecticide"
	And there' s farewell note to mother
	That will conclude " Your loving Son"
	" Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done"
	Chorus
	So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
	And names the painting " Christ' s Last Exit into Purgatory"
	Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
	Paying off his stalker it' s a legitimate expense
	So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls
	With puckered lips
	She' s a trophy on your arm
	A magnet for your money clip
	The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
	They' re pieced with links of chains so they can never run away

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