Bedlam-Elvis Costello

[ti:Bedlam] [ar:Elvis Costello;The Imposters] [al:The Delivery Man] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Bedlam (混乱) - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛) [00:05.20] [00:07.44] [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 [00:48.18] [00:48.85]I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise [00:53.26] [00:53.98]Wailing echoes down the corridors [00:57.34] [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 [01:37.64] [01:38.27]If I ever said them [01:40.53]I lay down on an iron frame [01:42.34] [01:42.88]Found myself in bedlam [01:44.58] [01:45.27]Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars [01:49.54] [01:50.20]Wailing echoes down the corridors [01:53.71] [02:03.06]The player piano picks out ＂Life Goes On＂ [02:06.21] [02:07.85]Ring tone rang out ＂Jerusalem＂ [02:12.10] [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 [02:22.46] [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 [02:41.21] [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 [02:55.95] [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 [03:06.11] [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 [03:15.46] [03:16.08]I lay down on an iron frame [03:18.69]Found myself in bedlam [03:20.58] [03:21.11]Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause [03:25.57] [03:26.28]Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors [03:30.28] [03:31.02]And he knew the consequences but he won't accept the cause [03:36.65]Wailing echoes down the corridors