Elvis Costello - Episode Of Blonde Lyrics
I spy for the "Spirit of Curiosity"All the scandals of each vain monstrosityI gossip and I pry and I insinuateIf the failure is greatThen it tends to fascinateA tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rainThough she had the attention span of warm cellophaneHer lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling laneBut nothing could compare with the explosion of fameSo you jumped back with alarmEvery Elvis has his armyEvery rattlesnake his charmCan you still hear me?Am I coming through just fine?Your memory was buried in simple box of pineDid 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 heartYou could have counted on but the last thing you need is anotherEpisode of blondeRevolving like a jeweller's figure on a music boxSpangled curtain parted and night-club scene unlocksPinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spotArms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's gotTo the last gasp of a wounded bandeonTiny man imploring to the ceiling fanThis stolen feelingAmplified up through a busted speakerBlaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reasonInto the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards,Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbowHe thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. TelmoRepeat chorusI tried to keep a straight face but you know it never paysHe would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gazeShe was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubbleNow they are both living in a soft soap bubbleThe film producer's con