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Everybody knows you been steppin' on my toes
And i'm gettin pretty tired of it
Keep steppin' outta line and messin' with my mind
If you had any sense, you'd quit

But ever since you were just a little bitty girl
Since i was the only man in this whole world
Now you better do some thinking then you'll find
You got the only daddy that'll walk the line

I keep workin' everyday, all you wanna do is play
I'm sick of stayin' out all night
You've been coming unglued from your funny little moods
So, honey-baby, that ain't right

'cause ever since you were just a little bitty girl
Since i was the only man in this whole world
Now you better do some thinking then you'll find
You got the only daddy that'll walk the line

Everybody knows you been steppin' on my toes
And still just puttin' me on
When i start-a-walkin', don't i hear you start-a-squawkin'
Beggin' me to come back home

'cause ever since you were just a little bitty girl
Since i was the only man in this whole world
Now you better do some thinking then you'll find
You got the only daddy that'll walk the line

Put your big toe in the milk of human kindness
Have you ever seen the like of this mankind?
If a boy or girl is cute, we simply shoot to starry heights
Any maybe, any might
But always so capricious, in the face of wonder we're suspicious
And though we came from frogs and fishes
Our taste is far from fine
Put your big toe in the milk of human kindness

Put your big toe in the milk of human kindness
Have you ever seen the like of this mankind?
You take the himalayas, you'll take manhattan's finest mountain top
He wouldn't change his whiskey sour for any bitter crop

But always so contrary, from father christmas to the virgin mary
And though the moments of belief
Fly by before you find if you'd just unhand your mind
Put your big toe in the milk of human kindness

But always so contrary, from father christmas to the virgin mary
And though the moments of belief
Fly by before you find if you'd just unhand your mind
Put your big toe in the milk of human kindness

She was smitten from the first
By a curious fellow
She said i love the way you talk
And with a a flounce she announces
I love the way that you pronounce it: "marshmallow"

So she liked to sing along
To her favourite song
From the year that she was born
She had mysterious affairs [?]
And promptly work out what her age is [?]

Chorus:
So speak to me
Just like you should
And then you can say those wicked things
And if you want
We'll make it good
Before my mood swings

Well he looked like one of those
Who would take off his clothes
Like he would peel a tangerine
Don't ****** know what truly blind is [?]
Once you have found out what your sign is

Chorus

(burt bacharach/hal david)
I just don't know what to do with myself
I just don't know what to do with myself
I'm so used to doing everything with you
Planning everything for two
And now that we're through

I just don't know what to do with my time
I'm so lonesome for you, it's a crime
Going to a movie only makes me sad
Parties make me feel as bad
When i'm not with you, i just don't know what to do

Like a summer rose needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love to beat all the pain

I just don't know what to do with myself
I just don't know what to do with myself
Baby, if your new love ever turns you down
Come back, i will be around
Just waiting for you, i don't know what else to do

Don't know what else to do
I don't know what else to do
I'm still so crazy for you
Oh, oh, oh

Gigi
Am i a fool without a mind?
Or have i nearly been too blind to realize
Oh, gigi
While you've been growing up before my eyes

Gigi
You're not all that funny or quick little girl i knew
No, overnight there's been a breathless change in you
Oh, gigi
While you were trembling on the brink
Was i out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?

Oh, gigi
Have i been standing up too close or back too far?
When did your sparkle turn to fire?
And your warmth become desire
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?

When did your warmth become desire?
And your sparkle turn to fire?
Oh, what miracle has made you the way you are?

Oh, gigi

Bells are chiming for victory
There's a page back in history - 45
They came back to the world that they fought for
Didn't turn out just like they thought - 45
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What did you lose, what did you gain, what did you win?

Nine years later a child is born
There's a record so you put it on - 45
Nine years more if we're lucky now
Nine year old puts his money down - 45

Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that i held for you - 45

There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now or which is mine? - 45

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What did you lose, what did you gain, what did you win?

Bass and treble heal every hurt
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery i've heard
Till you turn it down to thirty-three and a third
'cause it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions - 45

I heard something peculiar said
"perhaps he's got a shot" and "now he's dead" - 45
So don't you weep and shed(?)
Just change my name instead
But what do you lose when it all goes to your head?

Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without a warning - 45
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that i've blessed
I'll be lost i confess - 45 45 45

(composed: elvis costello/paddy moloney)
If on every ocean the ship is a throne
And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown
Then i could believe that i'm bound to find
A better life than i left behind

But as you ascend the ladder
Look out below where you tread
For the colors bled as they overflowed
Red, white and blue
Green, white and gold

So i had to leave from my country of birth
As for each child grown tall
Another lies in the earth
And for every rail we laid in the loam
There's a thousand miles of the long journey home

But as you ascend the ladder
Look out below where you tread
For the colors bled as they overflowed
Red, white and blue
Green, white and gold

she (tous les visages de l'amour)


(charles aznavour and herbert kretzmer)
She
May be the face i can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price i have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That i'll remember till the day i die

She
May be the reason i survive
The why and wherefore i'm alive
The one i'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me i'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes i've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

(harle/shakespeare)
O, mistress mine
Where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear
Your true love's coming
That can save both high and low

Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise man's son doth know

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Trip no further pretty sweeting
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Every wise man's son doth know

What is love?
'tis not hereafter
Present mirth
Hath present laughter
What's to come is still unsure

In delay there lies no plenty
Then come kiss me sweet and twenty
It's a stuff will not endure

Jenny takes her clothes off in succession,
While her husband rides a bumper in the president's procession.
She's sees him on the screen as she looks up from giving head.
When he's had enough of that her lover throws her on the bed
To teach her she's alive and suddenly he's dead.
Turn up the tv. no one listening will suspect,
Even your mother won't detect it,
No your father won't know.
They think that i've got no respect
But everything means less than zero.
Hey, ooh hey, hey, ooh hey.

Calling mister oswald, calling anyone at the scene,
If you were taking home movies there's a chance you might have seen him.
They've got a thousand variations, every witness in a file.
Jenny puts on some coffee and she comes back with a smile.
She says, "i hear that south america is coming into style."

Chorus

A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor.
Mister oswald thought he had an understanding with the law.
She's got rubies on her fingers, jenny turns and looks away.
Her mind upon a basement out of the usa.
She says, "let's talk about the future now we've put the past away."

I see you laughin'
Right in my face
I guess i'm gonna have to
Put you in your place

Because if silence was golden
You couldn't raise a dime
Because your mind is on vacation
And your mouth is working overtime

You're quoting figures
And dropping names
You're tellin' stories
About the dames
You're over-laughin'
When things ain't funny
You're tryin' to sound
Like you're the big money, honey

If talk was criminal
You'd lead a life of crime
Because your mind is on vacation
And your mouth is working overtime

Life is short, talk is cheap
Don't go makin' promises that you can't keep
If you don't like this little song i'm singin'
Just grin and bear it
All i can say is if the rich shoe fits, wear it

If you must keep talkin', please try to make it rhyme
Because your mind is on vacation
And your mouth is working overtime

Well, i recall when we first met
It was on a friday night
We spent two lovely hours together
And the world seemed all right
I'm beggin' you, baby, please stop that off-the-wall jive
'cause if you don't treat me no better
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial

Well, the lord made the world and everything that's in it
The way my baby loves me, it's a sign that it's it [?]
She can love to heal the sick, she can love to raise the dead
You might think that i'm jokin', you better believe what i said

I'm beggin' you, babe, please stop that off-the-wall jive
Oh, if you don't treat me no better
It's gonna be your funeral and my trial

I see you laughin'
Right in my face
I guess i'm gonna have to put you in your place
'cause if talk was criminal
You'd lead a life of crime
Because your mind is on vacation
And your mouth is working overtime

(mccartney/macmanus)
How many days does the wet weather lack?
I wanna go where the clouds when they roll back
Reveal a man in an old mack
Living on a park bench
Sitting on his own

Cut to the rain as it rolls down the glass
But then she leaves through the lightning and thunder
You see a man going under
This is how it happens
This is what he said

"i don't need love
Temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
Till i'm back on my feet
You're always telling me
About my misery
I'll see things you'll never see
Don't pity me"

Focus in on the breath of a man
Takes a brown paper bag from his knapsack
Between his whispers and wisecracks
He's looking for the wishing
Screaming at the sky

"i don't need love
Temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
Till i'm back on my feet
You're always telling me
About my misery
I'll see things you'll never see
Don't pity me"

"i'll be fine again,
Be all right without you
I'll stand up again
Kick off the puzzlement, too"

Cut back again to a girl walking by
To the beat of her old shoes and rolled socks
Climb on an invisible soapbox
Laughing at the traffic
Shouting at the word

"i don't need love
Temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
Till i'm back on my feet
You're always telling me
About my misery
I'll see things you'll never see
Don't pity me"

"i'll be fine again,
Be all right without you
I'll stand up again
Kick off the puzzlement, too"

Seeing life through the eyes of a man
As he lives and he dies by a simple titan
Well there you go, though you trying hard to know
When he's there on his legs
Sees the kinks where the people all go
Things start to fade as he pulls down the shade
And the picture made is in glorious cinemascope

(mccartney-macmanus)
Twenty five fingers baby
I love your nails i love your touch
I love to touch you baby
It never fails to kill me

Some say gimme five
But i'll give you ten
You could make it twenty
But you're holding out again

Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby

I will always love you
That can't be denied
Love you up until the day
That heaven knows i've tried

For the time being i will tell you this
I'd love to love you love to love you
But there's something missing
Baby listen unconditionally
Put your hand in my hand and surrender to me

Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby

Twenty five fingers feel so divine
Twenty five fingers wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

Well so our hands met and twenty fingers entwined
I couldn't help i couldn't help but see
She didn't quite believe me
She said listen cause there's one little thing
Where did you get that lovely wedding ring

Think it over think it over baby
Well think it over think it over baby

Some things are forbidden
Never meant to be
Well that might be all right for you
But not for you and me

Twenty five fingers feel so divine
Twenty five fingers wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

(costello/nieve)
Above the tears
Before the scream
Invisible and secret scar
The true salvation is the human voice

Beloved voices of the past
The forever stiffled voice

Tender echoes
Lost cause
Miserable voice
Whispering voice

Incantations
Immaterial instrument

Attentive mothers
Darkness lighting lullabies

Stare of silence
Cruel disease
The ________ gag of hate

Unfailing welcome to the voice
Be welcome

Attractive red fruit of the mouth
Dangerous message on my skin

I feel so fluid
Lighter than air
Shy caress

A fleeting bride's veil on the throat
Forbidden kisses to drink
_______ siren

Virtuous sound
Vocal pleasure
Pleasure vocal

It's the real way to be drunk
To desert the common place
Sacred [bluesy prophet?]

I'm a slave to the voice
Unfailing welcome to the voice
In every tone a poignant oath

Voices to pray to fly to escape
[harmonized]
The sublimation of the hopes

The sublimation of the hopes
Spiritual vehicle of thought
The voice [is boundless?]

I love the voice

(wener)
Quickly she came dressed up for fame
Riding her perfume downstairs
Make-up like glue, she danced round the room
To the sound of her corduroy flares

Let's go to town, taxis all round
We could stop for a couple of beers
He looks at it all stifles a yawn
She tries not to look like she cares

Chorus:
What do i do now? are we going under?
What did i do wrong?
I thought we had it sorted out the other day
Maybe i'm just stupid
Can't we try again?
No one told me it was raining (raining, raining)

Can't face a club, they walk to a nearby pub
Watch a couple of bands
Draining the glass they walk home at last
Reaching for each others hands

Nothing is said he goes to bed
Dreaming of her on his own
She stays up all week, watching him sleep
Scared that she'll wake up alone

Chorus

Oh i'll miss you every day of your life
Oh you'll feel it too, you're not that strong
You know i'm on to you
Oh i'll miss you every day of your life
Maybe when you're dead
I'll get some rest from holding onto you (holding onto you)

What do i do now? are we going under?
What did i do wrong?
Thought we had it sorted
Is there someone else? am i too familiar?
Was it when i said i wanted to have children?

Tore up all your photos, didn't feel too clever
Spent the whole of sunday sticking you together
Now i'd like to call but i feel too awkward
Some things need explaining
No one told me it was raining (raining, raining...)

Shall i wear a buttonhole to jog your memory?
So you'll recall the promise
That i swore you made to me when we were younger
You look sorry for yourself but what about?
I'm some idea you're not without a doubt
So you can put away that tongue
I don't know who i'm trying to kid
I'll find another name for you
I'll try to put the blame on you
For everything we did
Life shrinks and before you know it
You have forgotten all the cuts and bruises
Just be thankful we were only fighting for buttons
And you know by now who loses

You're only half awake because you never go to bed
And when he hears about it
You know then the both of you's is dead and that's a promise
You'll be sorry because i won't tell you again
You'll stick like that one day
And if you don't believe me go and ask st. thomas
I don't know where it's going to stop
Spend your whole time trying to stay
From breaking down or running away
Or trying to keep up

(words: costello, music: nieve)
Here's a thought to dwell upon,
Daddy's girl is almost gone
Now there's just a vain princess
'her ruthlessness'
Tearing up the nursery
Stars more used to glittering
Pictured in the guttering
Faces caught about to laugh
Torn in half
Slipping through your fingers
See them scatter
Maybe it doesn't matter
But i still really want to pick pieces up
You can't fool me
With this lesson in cruelty
It's not as if i was asking time to stop
In violent blue
Like roses red
She laughed as she tore off his head
The hours she gazed on her former champion
Now it's just a frame of sellotape and torn wallpaper
As she rips his pretty face to bits
-chorus
It's too much too soon or so it seems
To put away these childish dreams
You'll find out soon enough that worship can be tough
Love is just a name to celebrate a vision
Or confetti littered with regrets.
See it scatter...
Dear heart to good to waste
But if some hot-head should claim it
Don't rush to his embrace
And it remains to say...
I'll love you just the same, whatever your decision
As you put the paper to the flame
(it's a lesson in cruelty)

I see you walk with him
I see you talk to him
It tears me up, oh, it tears me up
And i can't stop crying
Oh, baby, i can't stop crying

I see you kiss his lips
And squeeze his fingertips
It tears me up, oh, baby, it tears me up
And there's nothing i can do about it
Oh, baby, baby, can't you see i'm still in love with you

It's a faithless world we're livin' in
When i turn around and there you are with my best friend
Sometimes when you pass me on the street
You look at me as if to say i'm sorry my sweet
And being sorry might be enough
Then you look back at him and [ ? ] a smile
And that makes me feel kinda rough
Oh, darlin, it tears me up

I see you smile at him
You never tire of him
It tears me up
Oh, baby, it tears me up
There's nothing i can do about it
Baby, can't you see i'm still in love with you
Still hungry for something i can't have
Oh, it tears me up so bad
Still hungry for something i can't have
Tears me up so bad
Can't you see i'm still in love with you
Still hungry for something i can't have
Baby, please, please, please
I'm still hungry for something i can't have
It tears me up so bad
Oh, oh, it tears me up so bad
Tears me up so bad

(mccartney/macmanus)
She was counting out the window of the outbound train
All the poles of the telegraph
And the rock-a-bye rhythm in the song of the rails
Couldn't make the sweeper laugh

Down down down so deep
Down down drowning in his sleep
Tommy's coming home again

And a hawk hovered high above a skinny jackrabbit
Pursued by a hungry fox
And a broker awoke her from a fitful slumber
Then consulted his shares and his stocks

Down down down they go
Down down how he'll never know
Tommy's coming home again
And it's almost april fools' day

As he glanced on his paper looking through the veil (?)
He could see she was really upset
As she tucked back the ribbon in a velvet box
As he offered her a cigarette

Down down down she took a drag
Now he's covered in a flag
Tommy's coming home again
And it's almost april fools' day

Almost april fools' day
And the joke's on everyone
He had that premonition
Only dead men dwell upon

But how could he know that only twelve months later
She would wear her skirt up over her knee
And in the very same carriage she'd be flattened with roses
And forget the tears of bigotry (?)

Down down down they flow
Now now now it just don't matter anymore
Tommy made it home again
When it was almost april fools' day

Almost april fools' day
And the joke's on everyone
He had that premonition
Only dead men dwell upon

Tommy's coming home again
Tommy's coming home again
Tommy's coming home

Who do you see when you turn your eyes down?
Who do you see when i'm not seeing you?
The news is out all over town and all these girls
Are taking turns at being you

Chorus: well, well, well
You'd better make up your mind
Honey, are you straight or are you blind?

She's coming in between us you know that she is
I'm not holding on to her but one of us is
My hands are in my pocket, my face is in a book
She could walk 'round naked and i wouldn't sneak a look

Chorus

Honey are you straight or are you blind?

She walked in and your eyes flew out the door
You squeezed my hand 'til the circulation ceases
She's just a doll like so many more
She's the kind of doll that you'd like to pull to pieces

Chorus

Well, well, well
You'd better make up your mind
Honey are you straight or are you blind?

(mccartney/macmanus)
I have always needed somebody, girl
But i close the doors to keep out the world
But for you
I would be here all alone
Locked in a photograph

All of the clocks have run down
Lover beware
We'll be the lovers that never were

I hang patiently on every word you send
Will we ever be much more than just friends?
As for you
You sit there playing this game
You keep me waiting

When all of the clocks have run down
All over the world
We'll be the lovers that never were

For as long as the sun shines
In somebody's eyes
I believe in you, baby
So don't tell me lies
For as long as the trees
Throw down blossoms and leaves
I know there will be
A parade of unpainted dreams

And i know, dear
How much it's going to hurt
If you still refuse to get your hands dirty
So you
You must tell me something...i love you
Say goodbye or anything

All of the clocks have run down
Time's at an end
If we can't be lovers we'll never be friends

For as long as the sun shines
In somebody's eyes
I believe in you, baby
So don't tell me lies
For as long as the trees
Throw down blossoms and leaves
I know there will be
A parade of unpainted dreams

Alone in the crowd
Simply taking up space
You would never admit to tears
Till they're rolling down your face
Chorus:
One day, love, long from now
Maybe you'll leave that we
Live in bright blue times

Alone in the dark
There's a voice in your head
You would never admit your name
Could be someone else instead

Chorus

She says what has her daddy done
That you want him to be punished
When she woke up one day to find
That he was starting to vanish
But _if you hope_ (?) to hear voices
You know you should not be listening
Push the vigilant lips
Make a slice of her face
Said the scandalous whispering

She's not on her own with the rest of her riches
As the kids paint him out of their refrigerator bitches
She picks up the bills and pays the babysitter
'cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter

And once there was a time
Before you turned strange
She thought they'd be together
For more than a lifetime
Look at them now
My, how things have changed
He can tell his sweetheart
Out of any girl on just a whiff
And turn it from a candy to a caramel
And make her hate the silouette she used to feel
And say "i know nothing about you."

Now what's left of the birthday cake
Smeared and beautifully frosted
An absent father picks up the phone
To find the number's unlisted

While the kids are distracted
She'll notice _she's nervous at all_ (?)
But how long will it take
Not to make a mistake
When a gentleman comes to call

She's not on her own with the rest of her riches
As the kids tear down their refrigerator pictures
They already know how a woman may advance
From a pretty picture hat to a supermarket trance
Where it is unkind, she might as well forget it
'cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
Burnt sugar is so bitter
Burnt sugar
Burnt sugar
Burnt sugar

Here she comes with her almost ideal eyes
And her flawless skin and her petulant pout
The memory of such a long blond alibi
Still makes me want to shout out loud
You ************ when you clear your head my dear
You can't come out here in those stolen clothes
Telling me all about some mystery
I hope she isn't one, i hope she isn't one of those

Almost ideal eyes
Viewed through a rosey hue
So beautiful, trusting
You find liberal is an insult now and care is what you pay for
Be sure of what you're wishing for, be careful what you pray for
When you look into those almost ideal

Love is smiles, he will hypnotize you wild
He tries to analyze your dreams
Fill you up with all his big ideas while he really wants to make you
Scream out loud at the phony innocence
And pained pretence and the dismal rage.
The vacant lot that thankfully time forgot
Where you never have to act, you never have to act your age

Almost ideal eyes
Viewed through a rosey hue
So beautiful, trusting
You find stupid is a compliment and thrill is what you play for
Be sure of what you're wishing for, be careful what you pray for
When you look into those almost ideal eyes

In the spirit(?) all your friends look uglier
And you find you're wearing an evening gown
Weeping over some tiny broken bird
While the sky is decorated
Shocking pink and a dirty shade of brown
And you think you need to be tranquilized
A feat that may fit to your new career
Whatever you invent you'll never be content with

Almost ideal eyes
Viewed through a rosey hue
So beautiful, trusting
Rebellion is just currency, the moon is what you pay for
Be sure of what you're looking for, be careful what you pray for
When you look into those almost ideal eyes

Here she comes, here she comes now.....