Bedlam-Elvis Costello
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[ti:Bedlam]
[ar:Elvis Costello;The Imposters]
[al:The Delivery Man]
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[00:00.00]Bedlam - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)
[00:05.20]
[00:09.35]I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild
[00:14.36]I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child
[00:19.21]The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived
[00:24.15]They'd throw us back across the border if they knew that we survived
[00:28.95]And they were surprised to see us
[00:31.37]So they greeted us with palms
[00:33.98]They asked for ammunition acts of contrition and small alms
[00:38.87]I might recite a small prayer
[00:42.04]If I ever said them
[00:43.83]I lay down on an iron frame
[00:46.09]Found myself in bedlam
[00:48.85]I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise
[00:53.98]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[01:05.80]I've got this imaginary radio and I'm punching up the dial
[01:10.70]I've got the A C trained on the T V so it won't blow up in my eye
[01:15.96]And everything that I thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme
[01:20.45]Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
[01:25.45]Now I'm practicing my likeness of St Francis of Assisi
[01:30.42]For if I hold my hand outstretched
[01:32.94]A little bird comes to me
[01:35.31]I might recite a small prayer
[01:38.27]If I ever said them
[01:40.53]I lay down on an iron frame
[01:42.88]Found myself in bedlam
[01:45.27]Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars
[01:50.20]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[02:03.06]The player piano picks out ＂Life Goes On＂
[02:07.85]Ring tone rang out ＂Jerusalem＂
[02:12.95]And in this pit of sadness
[02:14.84]Where the rank of wretched plunge
[02:17.86]We've buried all the innocents
[02:20.34]Now we must bury revenge
[02:32.08]They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a mustang
[02:36.53]And then they drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle
[02:41.73]They dangled flags and other rags along a coloured thread of twine
[02:46.64]And then they dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine
[02:52.19]Someone went off muttering he mentioned thirty pieces
[02:56.51]Easter saw a slaughtering each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
[03:01.30]Then my thoughts returned to vengeance but I put up no resistance
[03:06.96]Though I seemed a long way from my home
[03:09.29]It really was no distance
[03:11.36]And I might recite a small prayer
[03:13.84]If I ever said them
[03:16.08]I lay down on an iron frame
[03:18.69]Found myself in bedlam
[03:21.11]Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause
[03:26.28]Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors
[03:31.02]And he knew the consequences but he won't accept the cause
[03:36.65]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[ar:Elvis Costello;The Imposters]
[al:The Delivery Man]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Bedlam - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)
[00:05.20]
[00:09.35]I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild
[00:14.36]I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child
[00:19.21]The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived
[00:24.15]They'd throw us back across the border if they knew that we survived
[00:28.95]And they were surprised to see us
[00:31.37]So they greeted us with palms
[00:33.98]They asked for ammunition acts of contrition and small alms
[00:38.87]I might recite a small prayer
[00:42.04]If I ever said them
[00:43.83]I lay down on an iron frame
[00:46.09]Found myself in bedlam
[00:48.85]I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise
[00:53.98]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[01:05.80]I've got this imaginary radio and I'm punching up the dial
[01:10.70]I've got the A C trained on the T V so it won't blow up in my eye
[01:15.96]And everything that I thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme
[01:20.45]Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
[01:25.45]Now I'm practicing my likeness of St Francis of Assisi
[01:30.42]For if I hold my hand outstretched
[01:32.94]A little bird comes to me
[01:35.31]I might recite a small prayer
[01:38.27]If I ever said them
[01:40.53]I lay down on an iron frame
[01:42.88]Found myself in bedlam
[01:45.27]Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars
[01:50.20]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[02:03.06]The player piano picks out ＂Life Goes On＂
[02:07.85]Ring tone rang out ＂Jerusalem＂
[02:12.95]And in this pit of sadness
[02:14.84]Where the rank of wretched plunge
[02:17.86]We've buried all the innocents
[02:20.34]Now we must bury revenge
[02:32.08]They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a mustang
[02:36.53]And then they drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle
[02:41.73]They dangled flags and other rags along a coloured thread of twine
[02:46.64]And then they dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine
[02:52.19]Someone went off muttering he mentioned thirty pieces
[02:56.51]Easter saw a slaughtering each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
[03:01.30]Then my thoughts returned to vengeance but I put up no resistance
[03:06.96]Though I seemed a long way from my home
[03:09.29]It really was no distance
[03:11.36]And I might recite a small prayer
[03:13.84]If I ever said them
[03:16.08]I lay down on an iron frame
[03:18.69]Found myself in bedlam
[03:21.11]Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause
[03:26.28]Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors
[03:31.02]And he knew the consequences but he won't accept the cause
[03:36.65]Wailing echoes down the corridors
