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Elvis Costello Lyrics for Song: Episode of Blonde
 Lyrics for Album: When I Was Cruel [2002]
 
 
 
 10235>I spy through the "Spirit of Curiosity"
 
 All the scandals of each vain 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
 
 Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
 
 Her lovers fell like skittles in an 10-pin bowling lane
 
 But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
 
 
 
 So you jump back with alarm
 
 Every Elvis has his Army
 
 Every rattlesnake its charm
 
 Can you still hear me?
 
 Am I coming through just fine?
 
 Your memory was buried in simple box of pine
 
 
 
 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
 
 
 
 Revolving like a jeweller's figure on a music box
 
 Spangled curtain parted and a night club scene unlocks
 
 Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
 
 Arms thrown out to everyone, she's giving all she's got
 
 To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
 
 Tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan
 
 This 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 thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Telmo
 
 
 
 Repeat chorus
 
 
 
 I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays
 
 He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze
 
 She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
 
 Now they're 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, tell your other children not to do as I have done"
 
 
 
 Chorus
 
 
 
 So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
 
 And names the painting "Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory"
 
 Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
 
 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 on your arm
 
 A magnet for your money clip
 
 The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
 
 They're pieced with links of chains so they can never run away
 
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| Album Lyrics: When I Was Cruel [2002] |  
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  Elvis Costello
 "When I Was Cruel [2002]"
 
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