《Bedlam》歌词

[00:00:00] Bedlam (混乱) - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)

[00:00:11] I've got this phosphorescent portrait

[00:00:13] Of gentle Jesus meek and mild

[00:00:16] I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with

[00:00:18] Carrying another man's child

[00:00:20] The solitary star announcing

[00:00:22] Vacancy burnt out as we arrived

[00:00:25] They'd throw us back across the border

[00:00:28] If they knew that we survived

[00:00:30] And they were surprised to see us

[00:00:33] So they greeted us with palms

[00:00:35] They asked for ammunition

[00:00:37] Acts of contrition and small alms

[00:00:40] And I might recite a small prayer

[00:00:43] If I ever said them

[00:00:45] I lay down on an iron frame

[00:00:48] And found myself in bedlam

[00:00:50] I wish that I could take something

[00:00:52] For drowning out the noise

[00:00:55] Wailing echoes down the corridors

[00:01:07] I've got this imaginary radio

[00:01:09] And I'm punching up the dial

[00:01:12] I've got the AC trained on the TV

[00:01:15] So it won't blow up in my eye

[00:01:17] There a thing that I thought fanciful

[00:01:19] And mocked as too extreme

[00:01:22] Must be family entertainment here

[00:01:25] In the strange land of my dreams

[00:01:27] And I'm practicing my likeness

[00:01:29] Of St Francis of Assisi

[00:01:32] For if I hold my hand outstretched

[00:01:34] A little bird comes to me

[00:01:37] And I might recite a small prayer

[00:01:39] If I ever said them

[00:01:42] I lay down on an iron frame

[00:01:44] And found myself in bedlam

[00:01:47] Escaping from the fingers

[00:01:49] That were stretching through the bars

[00:01:52] Wailing echoes down the corridors

[00:02:04] The player piano picks out life goes on

[00:02:09] The ring tone rang out Jerusalem

[00:02:14] Into this pit of sadness

[00:02:16] Where the rank of wretched plunge

[00:02:19] We've buried all the innocents

[00:02:21] Now we must bury revenge

[00:02:33] They've got this scared and decorated girl

[00:02:36] Strapped to the steel trunk of a Mustang

[00:02:38] And then they drove her down a cypress grove

[00:02:41] Where traitors hang and stars still spangle

[00:02:43] They dangled flags and other rags

[00:02:45] Along a colored thread of twine

[00:02:48] And then they dragged that bruised and purple heart

[00:02:50] Along the road to Palestine

[00:02:53] Someone went off muttering

[00:02:55] He mentioned thirty pieces

[00:02:58] Easter saw a slaughtering

[00:03:00] Each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces

[00:03:03] Then my thoughts returned to vengeance

[00:03:05] But I put up no resistance

[00:03:08] Though I seemed a long way from our home

[00:03:10] It really was no distance

[00:03:13] And I might recite a small prayer

[00:03:15] If I ever said them

[00:03:18] I lay down on an iron frame

[00:03:20] And found myself in bedlam

[00:03:23] Bowing like an actor

[00:03:25] Acknowledging applause

[00:03:27] Playing the crusader

[00:03:30] Who was conquering the Moors

[00:03:32] And he knew the consequences

[00:03:34] But he won't accept the cause

[00:03:37] Wailing echoes down the corridors