The PUPPET Has Cut His Strings

Elvis Costello, The Roots2013年1月1日

歌詞

 

- Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)/The Roots

- Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)/The Roots

They pulled the stars down one by one

 

Hauled up the moon to shine upon

 

A velvet curtain rising

 

Now her puppet has cut his strings

 

The footlights glare

The trumpets blare

 

Why is your face drawn on so glum old chum

 

Paintbrush dragging on a drum

 

The rimshot on the punchline that you fumbled

 

The crowd went home and left you

 

For dead

My old woodenhead

 

Took the thimble and the thread

 

Choked back tears like a cymbal

 

The breath is slow and shallow too

 

The sky is bright Venetian blue

 

The cardboard sun is all ablaze

 

The air is painted Clifford Brown

 

Caressing "Yesterdays"

 

The steady gaze of your glass eye

 

Head in a basket smiling still

 

Free of will free of wisdom

 

Can't feel my fingers anymore

 

Can't raise my hand and ask for more

 

Dance my doll across the floor

 

Or fire a flag from a pistol

"Bang"

 

They pulled the stars down one by one

 

Hauled up the moon to wish upon

 

The puppet finally cut his strings

And free at last from earthly things

 

He's dancing on the ceiling

 

With a showgirl in a feather dress

 

Time is meaningless

 

We carried you on buckled limbs

 

Through mournful airs and martyrs hymns

 

Then one blue and one more yellow pill

 

One keeps you quiet

One keeps you still

 

You sang "The Way You Looked Tonight"

 

Your voice is ringing true and clear

Then you wore them down like candlelight

And in the darkness

You'd best beware

 

And in the darkness

 

You'd best beware

You'd best beware

You'd best beware

 

I used to love him

 

When I used to care

 

Canopy

Satin trim

 

Slowly closing

 

The puppet has cut his strings

 

***歌詞來自第三方***