Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All These Strangers, artist - Elvis Costello. Album song National Ransom, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Elvis Costello, Hear MusicTM, StarCon
Song language: English
All These Strangers |
«Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear» |
Upon freighter running dark out of Algiers |
Put tiny grains in children’s tears |
While taking 25% of all the flashbulbs and mementoes |
From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers |
I saw my baby talking with another man today |
Speaking softly in a confidential way |
I saw a shadow pull his glove off |
As a bluebird flew over |
Life’s is no pleasure |
When you doubt the one you love |
Who Are All These Strangers? |
I never will go back again |
Go back into the past |
For the flood is rising fast |
You can break your window and look down |
Into a muddy glass |
It’s mirror or lens to burn |
There was a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade |
Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade |
Ransacks and loots, vacated suits |
And pistol points but never shoots |
Army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots |
Upstairs your man is painting the rain out in the street |
Imagines woman that he’s destined still to meet |
He’s trying sidetrack one to count on |
Caught somewhere between countess or a courtesan |
And it’s only love to feign and then it’s gone |
He’s a privateer as dusk gets near |
A brigand after dark, his victim lined with chalk |
A corsair, filled with horsehair to the core |
Dashed on your eyes of Adamantine |
You despised his stripling whine |
That little smudger and the mouthpiece that he’s with |
Using his clause just like a practised fingersmith |
I dreamed I took his digit prints |
And then sewed then on a villain’s hands |
Watched him ransom and demand |
Until called the flatfoots in |
Who Are All These Strangers? |
All These Strangers |
I sat down on a narrow bed |
I thought about the things she said |
All These Strangers |
How I wished the night would never end |
So tried to stop the days ahead |
I’d carve her name down in the wood |
Some small remembrance if I could |