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letra de episode of blonde (live) - elvis costello

[verse 1]
i spy for the spirit of curiosity
on every vain mediocre monstrosity
i gossip and i pry and i insinuate
if the failure is great then it tends to fascinate
a tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
well he had the attention span of warm cellophane
her lovers fell like skittles in a ten pin bowling lane
but nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
so you jumped back in alarm
every elvis has his army, every rattlesnake his charm
can you still hear me? am i coming through just fine?
your memory was buried in a simple box of pine

[chorus]
did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
it’s such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
but the last thing you need is another episode of blonde

[verse 2]
revolving like a jeweler’s figure on a music box
the spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene unlocked
pinned, fixed and fastened in a fallow spot
arms thrown out to everyone, she’s giving all she’s got
to the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
a tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan that stolen feeling
amplified up through the busted speaker blaring, blasting
advertising, distorted beyond reason
into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards
half out of the taxi cab, the barker seized my elbow
he said i was another lonely, likely victim
looking for st. telmo
[chorus]
did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
it’s such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
but the last thing you need is another episode of blonde

[verse 3]
i tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays
he would stare into her eyes and then vacation in her gaze
she was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
now they are both living in a soft soap bubble
the film producer’s contemplating, entertaining suicide
the picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
the timepiece stretched across his wrist, she couldn’t care less, cast aside
the scent that so repelled him that he swore: “insecticide”
and there’s farewell note to mother
that will conclude “your loving son”
“oh, mother tell your children
not to do what i have done”

[chorus]
did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
or was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
it’s such a shame, it’s such a shame, shame, shame
a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on
but the last thing you need is the last thing you want
is another episode of blonde
it’s another episode of blonde
yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yes, another episode of blonde
[verse 4]
so an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
and he names the painting “christ’s last exit into purgatory”
receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
and paying off his stalker, it’s a legitimate expense
so paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls with puckered lips
she’s a trophy for your arm, a magnet for your money clip
the moral of this story is a sorry tale to say
they’re pieced with links of chains so they can never run away

[outro]
episode of blonde
episode of blonde
episode of blonde
episode of blonde

- elvis costello

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