Bedlam-Elvis Costello

[ti:Bedlam] [ar:Elvis Costello] [al:Itunes Originals - Elvis Costello] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Bedlam (混乱) - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛) [00:11.24]I've got this phosphorescent portrait [00:13.65]Of gentle Jesus meek and mild [00:15.88]I've got this harlot that [00:17.64]I'm stuck with carrying [00:18.97]Another man's child [00:20.81]The solitary star announcing [00:22.64]Vacancy burnt out as we arrived [00:25.58]They'd throw us back [00:26.75]Across the border [00:28.01]If they knew that we survived [00:30.85]And they were surprised to see us [00:32.90]So they greeted us with palms [00:35.72]They asked for ammunition [00:37.69]Acts of contrition and small alms [00:40.59]And I might recite a small prayer [00:43.20]If I ever said them [00:45.51]I lay down on an iron frame [00:48.19]Found myself in bedlam [00:50.57]I wish that I could take something [00:52.86]For drowning out the noise [00:55.51]Wailing echoes down the corridors [00:59.39] [01:07.53]I've got this imaginary radio [01:09.84]And I'm punching up the dial [01:12.26]I've got the AC trained on the TV [01:14.93]So it won't blow up in my eye [01:17.40]Every thing that [01:18.40]I thought fanciful and [01:20.54]Mocked as too extreme [01:22.23]Must be family entertainment here [01:25.05]In the strange land of my dreams [01:27.25]Now I'm practicing my [01:28.74]Likeness of St Francis of Assisi [01:32.33]If I hold my hand outstretched [01:34.74]A little bird comes to me [01:37.06]I might recite a small prayer [01:39.78]If I ever said them [01:42.34]I lay down on an iron frame [01:44.79]Found myself in bedlam [01:47.29]Escaping from the fingers [01:49.15]That were stretching [01:50.40]Through the bars [01:52.25]Wailing echoes [01:53.51]Down the corridors [01:56.12] [02:04.53]The player piano [02:05.80]Picks out Life Goes On [02:09.22]The ring tone rang out Jerusalem [02:14.13]In this pit of sadness [02:16.53]Where the wretched plunge [02:19.19]We've buried all the innocents [02:21.93]Must bury revenge [02:24.53] [02:34.00]They've got this scared and [02:35.32]Decorated girl strapped [02:36.67]To the steel trunk of a mustang [02:38.75]They drove [02:39.08]Her down a cypress grove [02:41.18]Where traitors hang [02:41.89]And stars still spangle [02:43.79]They dangled flags and [02:45.12]Other rags along a coloured [02:47.51]Thread of twine [02:48.58]They dragged [02:48.99]That bruised and purple heart [02:51.08]Along the road to Palestine [02:53.74]Someone went off muttering [02:56.28]He mentioned thirty pieces [02:58.73]Easter saw a slaughtering [03:00.90]Each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces [03:03.53]My thoughts returned [03:04.58]To vengeance [03:05.46]But I put up no resistance [03:08.31]Though I seemed [03:08.87]A long way from my home [03:10.83]It really was no distance [03:13.12]And I might recite a small prayer [03:15.95]If I ever said them [03:18.36]I lay down on an iron frame [03:20.89]Found myself in bedlam [03:23.34]Bowing like an actor [03:25.74]Acknowledging applause [03:28.32]Playing the Crusader [03:30.22]Who was conquering the Moors [03:33.03]And he knew the consequences [03:34.96]But he won't accept the cause [03:38.21]Wailing echoes down the corridors [03:42.07] [03:45.25]Bedlam Bedlam