Lyrics
He selects the plainest face from a spiteful row of girls
Elegant insulted women, a flaw of cultured pearls
He drops a name or two, she fails to catch
At last he's met his match
Unspoiled and unaffected, he wants her so much
She puts up half-hearted resistance, like she was taught to do
She's heard some of those small town playboys but this is something new
His promise seems dangerous, she'd like to believe
He says "You'd better leave"
"You've only got yourself to blame, shame, or deceive"
The waiting lines are long
They never get too far
Everyone wearing that medal with pride
Harpies Bizarre
I looked on but hesitated, I failed to interrupt
You're so hard to tell the truth to, so easy to corrupt
I'll memorize your face, your tragic smile
The hurt look in your eyes
As you betrayed yourself to the part of him that dies
The waiting lines are long
They never get too far
They're shining up their shoes to kick a falling star
You think you should be somebody
But you don't know who you are
Everyone wearing that medal with pride
Harpies Bizarre
|
Credits
- Elvis Costello - vocals and electric guitar
- T-Bone Wolk - hung upside down Rickenbacker tremelo bass
- Larry Knechtel - harpsichord and tack piano
- Mitchell Froom - Vox Continental
- Pete Thomas - drums, tambourine and finger cymbals
- Nicholas Bucknall - clarinet
- Richard Morgan - oboe
- Andrew Findon - flute
- Simon Rayner - French horn
- Neil Levesley - bassoon
Discography
Albums:
Singles:
- This section may be incomplete.
Collections:
Alternate Versions:
Soundtracks:
Various Artists collections:
Covers
Recorded by:
Performed by:
Bootlegs
- This section is incomplete.
|