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[ti:Bedlam]
[ar:Elvis Costello;The Imposters]
[al:The Delivery Man]
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[00:00.000]Bedlam - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)/The Imposters
[00:09.359]I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild
[00:14.369]I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child
[00:19.219]The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived
[00:24.159]They'd throw us back across the border if they knew that we survived
[00:28.959]And they were surprised to see us
[00:31.379]So they greeted us with palms
[00:33.989]They asked for ammunition acts of contrition and small alms
[00:38.879]I might recite a small prayer
[00:42.049]If I ever said them
[00:43.839]I lay down on an iron frame
[00:46.099]Found myself in bedlam
[00:48.859]I wish that I could take something for drowning out the noise
[00:53.989]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[01:05.808]I've got this imaginary radio and I'm punching up the dial
[01:10.708]I've got the A C trained on the T V so it won't blow up in my eye
[01:15.968]And everything that I thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme
[01:20.458]Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
[01:25.458]Now I'm practicing my likeness of St Francis of Assisi
[01:30.428]For if I hold my hand outstretched
[01:32.948]A little bird comes to me
[01:35.318]I might recite a small prayer
[01:38.278]If I ever said them
[01:40.538]I lay down on an iron frame
[01:42.888]Found myself in bedlam
[01:45.278]Escaping from the fingers that were stretching through the bars
[01:50.208]Wailing echoes down the corridors
[02:03.068]The player piano picks out ＂Life Goes On＂
[02:07.858]Ring tone rang out ＂Jerusalem＂
[02:12.958]And in this pit of sadness
[02:14.848]Where the rank of wretched plunge
[02:17.868]We've buried all the innocents
[02:20.348]Now we must bury revenge
[02:32.086]They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a mustang
[02:36.536]And then they drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle
[02:41.736]They dangled flags and other rags along a coloured thread of twine
[02:46.646]And then they dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine
[02:52.196]Someone went off muttering he mentioned thirty pieces
[02:56.516]Easter saw a slaughtering each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
[03:01.306]Then my thoughts returned to vengeance but I put up no resistance
[03:06.966]Though I seemed a long way from my home
[03:09.296]It really was no distance
[03:11.366]And I might recite a small prayer
[03:13.846]If I ever said them
[03:16.086]I lay down on an iron frame
[03:18.696]Found myself in bedlam
[03:21.116]Bowing like an actor acknowledging applause
[03:26.285]Playing the Crusader who was conquering the Moors
[03:31.024]And he knew the consequences but he won't accept the cause
[03:36.654]Wailing echoes down the corridors