Elvis Costello - Two Little Hitlers. . Why are we racing to be so old?. I'm up late pacing the floor. I won't be told. You have your reservations. I'm bought and sold.
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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.
I made my selection from the lonely hit parade. In the town where time stood still. I was feeling very little pain. Until some joker played "Almost Persuaded".
I'm the town crier and everybody knows. I'm a little down with a lifetime to go. Maybe you don't believe my heart is in the right place. Why don't you take a good look at my face.
I can tell somewhere there's someone you love more than me. Someone you love more than me. And it hurts to say it that you have a right to be free. I know that's the way it should be.
There may be a break in the road. The future looks drab and dreary. But if you were here with me, dear. I'd spin you a line that's far from cheer. There's always some scribe.
Tonight the bottle let me down. It let your memory come around. The one true friend I thought I'd found. Tonight the bottle let me down. . I've always had a bottle I could turn to.
Tommie's Coming Home Again (McCartney-McManus). . She was counting out the window of the outbound train. All the poles of the telegraph. And the rock-a-bye rhythm in the song of the rails.
The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery. And spilled into the mezzanine of the crushed capsule hotel. Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical refinery.
All through the night you telephoned. I saw the light blinking red. Beside the cradle. But you don't know how far I've gone. Now I must live with the lie.
You can run all you like from the classroom or the cot. From a great big man or a tiny tot. But from this day everyday will be boxing day. Don't need your indecision let there be no doubt.
Muscle baby, won't let go. Weekend baby, won't say,? No". Is she an active beauty?. I should say so. . Wooden bones and pretty lashes. Iodine for your baby's gashes.
I write in hope by the time you get this letter. We may live to see a change for the better. Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives?. When the cold facts and figures all add up.
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.
This is hell, this is hell. I am sorry to tell you. It never gets better or worse. But you get used to it after a spell. For heaven is hell in reverse.
DON'T SEND ANY MONEY!. For fate has no price. Ignore at your peril this splendid advice. An invaluable link in an infinite chain. An offer like this will just not come again.