notes on Elvis Costello. I can't get enough of him.
my head is spinnin' and my legs are weak
goose-step dancin', can't hear myself speak.hope in the eyes of the ugly girls
that settle for the lies of last chancers
when slow motion drunks pick wallflower dancers.
you come here lookin' for the ride to glory
go back home with a hard luck story
i can hardly wait around 'til the weekend comes to town.
play one more for my radio sweetheart
hide your love, hide your love.
though we are so far apart,
you've got to hide your love.
'cause that's the way the whole thing started,
i wish we had never parted!
when it's late and the night gets colder
don't lay your head on any other shoulder.some hire themselves out for a good time
but you and i, we have been sold
so i keep on sayin':
play one more for my radio sweetheart.
I slept in 4 hour incriments last night. I fell down a flight of stairs last night. My blood pressure was dangerously high last night for a rediculous amount of time. I feel like if you killed me and tried to serve me as a meal, my meat would be stringy and dry [that's how my muscles feel right now] WHY CAN'T ANYONE EVER FOLLOW MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT WHEN I'M TIRED?
goose-step dancin', can't hear myself speak.hope in the eyes of the ugly girls
that settle for the lies of last chancers
when slow motion drunks pick wallflower dancers.
you come here lookin' for the ride to glory
go back home with a hard luck story
i can hardly wait around 'til the weekend comes to town.
play one more for my radio sweetheart
hide your love, hide your love.
though we are so far apart,
you've got to hide your love.
'cause that's the way the whole thing started,
i wish we had never parted!
when it's late and the night gets colder
don't lay your head on any other shoulder.some hire themselves out for a good time
but you and i, we have been sold
so i keep on sayin':
play one more for my radio sweetheart.
I slept in 4 hour incriments last night. I fell down a flight of stairs last night. My blood pressure was dangerously high last night for a rediculous amount of time. I feel like if you killed me and tried to serve me as a meal, my meat would be stringy and dry [that's how my muscles feel right now] WHY CAN'T ANYONE EVER FOLLOW MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT WHEN I'M TIRED?