Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'... Into the future.
I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea. Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me. I want to fly like an eagle, til I'm free. Oh, Lord, through the revolution.
Feed the babies who don't have enough to eat Shoe the children with no shoes on their feet House the people livin' in the street Oh, oh, there's a solution
I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea. Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me. I want to fly like an eagle, til I'm free. Fly through the revolution
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin', Into the future.
She'll fix you with an iron cross and cover you up with petals And hang you up with some amber beads and four or five precious metals And in that black flamingo chair you'll sit among her trophies And pray to be abandoned till you don't know what hope is
But there's one thing that I had to keep inside Because I was shaking, why don't you get some pride? There was a clown strike And the clowns threw down their tools But you don't have to play so hard And I'm nobody's fool You don't have to go so far, cause I love you as you are
The big top is deserted now and the circus girl rehearses She knows how to turn their heads and not fall between two horses But all that seems a simple step if only I were able To love you like I want to do and not by some times table
And it's pandemonium, For the humble and the mighty You don't have to tumble for me Even a clown knows when to strike
Tell me what you want of me Or are you terrified of failure? You put on a superstitious face behind all this paraphernalia We're not living in a masquerade where you only have three wishes It isn't easy to see in a lifetime of mistaken kisses
In this pandemonium For the humble and the mighty You don't have to tumble for me Even a clown knows when to strike
Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get it up to take you home. Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth
Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand
What can't be decided In the morning it will bring itself to you I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it
Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play How long should I stay? Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back Please bite your words Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive
What can't be decided In the morning it will bring itself to you I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it
What's your middle name? How do you play the game? I'll be the first to leave When did I grow up? I don't want to say too much I'll be the first to leave
What can't be decided In the morning it will bring itself to you What can't be decided Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose
Hurry Down Doomsday, The Bugs Are Taking Over - Elvis Costello
The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
But I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie write yourself another book You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow In time you can turn these obsessions into careers While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding for their tears
But I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie Get yourself off the hook You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
Any day now a giant insect mutation Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden Starting out with all of the sensitive ones Better make like a fly if you don't want to die Look out there goes Gordon
But I can't bring myself to think Wake up Zombie Kick up a big stink You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
Wanted:
Single f, under 33, must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea
Sought by single m: Mrs.Destiny, send photo to address, is it you and me?
Reply to single m:
My name is Caroline cell phone number here, call if you have the time
28 and bored, grieving over loss,
sorry to be heavy but heavy is the cost, heavy is the cost...
Reply to Caroline:
Thanks so much for response, these things can be scary
Not always what you want
How about a drink? The St.Jude club at noon?
I'll phone you first I guess
I hope I see you soon!
I never got your name, I assume you're 33
Your voice it sounded kind
I hope that you like me
When you see my face, I hope that you don't laugh
I'm not a film-star beauty
I sent a photograph
I hope that you don't laugh...
Note to single m:
Why did you not show up?
I waited for an hour and finally gave up
I thought once that I saw you, I thought that you saw me
I guess we'll never meet now, it wasn't meant to be.
I was sure that you saw me,
but it wasn't meant to be....
Wanted:
single f, under 33, must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea
Sought by single m:
nothing too heavy, send photo to address
is it you?
or me?
