Elvis Costello Bedlam Lyrics

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I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild
I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child
The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived
They'd throw us back across the border if they knew that we survived

And they were surprised to see us
So they greeted us with palms
They asked for ammunition, acts of contrition and small alms
I might recite a small prayer

If I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame
Found myself in bedlam
I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise

Wailing echoes down the corridors
I've got this imaginary radio, and I'm punching up the dial
I've got the A.C. trained on the T.V. so it won't blow up in my eye
And everything that I thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme

Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
Now I'm practicing my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi
For if I hold my hand outstretched
A little bird comes to me

I might recite a small prayer
If I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame
Found myself in bedlam

Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars
Wailing echoes down the corridors
The player piano picks out "Life Goes On"
Ring tone rang out "Jerusalem"

And in this pit of sadness
Where the rank of wretched plunge
We've buried all the innocents
Now we must bury revenge

They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a mustang
And then they drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle
They dangled flags and other rags along a colored thread of twine
And then they dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine

Someone went off muttering, he mentioned thirty pieces
Easter saw a slaughtering, each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
Then my thoughts returned to vengeance, but I put up no resistance
Though I seemed a long way from my home

It really was no distance
And I might recite a small prayer
If I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame

Found myself in bedlam
Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause
Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors
And he knew the consequences, but he won't accept the cause
Wailing echoes down the corridors
iTunes Originals Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 It Was Recorded Almost by Accident
  • 2 Watching the Detectives
  • 3 It Was the Ballad of This Year's Model
  • 4 Little Triggers
  • 5 It Has Mick Jones of the Clash Playing Guitar
  • 6 Big Tears
  • 7 It Was About People Meeting in the Night at a Hotel, Not a Complicated Story
  • 8 Motel Matches
  • 9 It's a More Regretful Song
  • 10 Riot Act
  • 11 It Was More the Expression Came to Mind
  • 12 Kid About It
  • 13 I Told a Tale, Which You Have to Listen to the Lyrics
  • 14 Man Out of Time
  • 15 An Example of One of Those Songs That Nearly Got Away
  • 16 Love Field
  • 17 The Main Body of the Song Is Very Repetitive, It's Supposed to Be Like That
  • 18 I Want You
  • 19 I'm Glad to Get the Opportunity to Put the Word to the Fore
  • 20 Invasion Hit Parade
  • 21 It's Kind of a Gospel Song
  • 22 Bedlam
  • 23 It's More of the Idea That We Are in a Flow Towards a Way of Living
  • 24 The River in Reverse

  • Written by: Elvis Costello
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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