ฟังเพลงEpisode Of Blonde (Album Version)

Episode Of Blonde (Album Version) - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)

Written By：Elvis Coste

I spy for the Spirit of Curiousity

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 a 10-pin bowling lane

But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame

So you jumped 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 a 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 cieling fan

This stolen feeling

Amplified up through a 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

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

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

Noe they are both living in a soft soap bubble

The film producer's contemplating entertaining suicide

The picture crumpled in his fist his run away child bride

The timepiece stretched across a wrist

She couldn't care less cast aside

The scent that so repelled him that he swore insecticide

And there's a farewell note to mother

That will conclude Your loving Son

Oh tell your other children not to do as I have done

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

It's such a shame

Shame

Shame

A shame you had to break the heart

You could have counted on

But the last thing you need

The last thing you want is another

Episode of blonde

Is another

Episode of blonde

Is another

Episode of blonde

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