Aubergine

Through my stained-glass eye I spy a peculiar dye And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone This shade it comforts and casts As many others have done in the past But it’s a pigment that is all my own It’s a colour that’s other than the blue That I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this If a hint of this pain is closing in On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist As anniversary tears are crying out in sad uneven years It might as well be aubergine She blushed and turned away as I attempted to say “Who’s given you that little badge of history?” For she wore an ancient bruise Like the flame that flickered the fuse And ever since the memory is all I feel It’s a colour that’s other than the blue One I usually find I fall into when I start to feel like this If the hint of that pain is closing in On a rosily-tinted view but then it is pointless to resist As anniversary tears are trying out in sad uneven years It might as well be aubergine Through my stained glassed eye I spy a peculiar dye And it’s a creeping melancholy overtone For she wore an ancient bruise Like the flame that flickered the fuse And ever since the memory is all I feel

Aubergine Words by Elvis Costello Music by Brad Jones Performed by The Jazz Passengers Guest artist: Elvis Costello Produced by Joel Dorn & Adam Dorn Musicians Elvis Costello - vocal Roy Nathanson - alto saxophone Curtis Fowlkes - trombone Brad Jones - bass E.J. Rodriguez - drums, percussion Rob Thomas - violin Bill Ware - vibraphone Recorded May 29, 1996, Electric Lady Sound Studios, New York Released February 3, 1997 Albums The Jazz Passengers: Individually Twisted, 1997 Length 4:16 First known performance:  July 9, 1996, Montreux, Switzerland Last known performance:  February 12, 1997, New York, NY      (2 known performances)

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