Elvis Costello Bedlam Lyrics

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  • 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
  • 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

    Written by: Elvis Costello
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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