Stalin Malone

Lyrics - Credits - Discography - Covers - Bootlegs - Chords

Lyrics (Instrumental) Alternate Lyrics from Vocal Version on Spike (Deluxe Edition): I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream Don't even think about it, don't make a wish You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish Hooked on those poor wonders, till they want you alone Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones That's when they'll fear my name I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town 'Til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down Yes, horse's heads hung in the trees after the bird had flown Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the powder room was blown? Did anybody call my name? In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence I've got people everywhere, you're under my surveillance, in the pocket of my pants Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling on my back Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known Between the pity and advice... "There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone" Leave for me a message of hope Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys Just like all of the other dispensaries The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke The wooden clock set time for her to dance dressed only in a flower As the jazz band drowned the hysterical bird that it spits out on the hour I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town But somehow I can't seem to put it down now, put it down You probably wonder why I'm here, I don't trust myself alone But do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone? Get my jacket on, get my story straight I'm leaving on my own

Credits Written by: D.P.A. MacManus Produced by: Elvis Costello, Kevin Killen and T Bone Burnett Musicians: Elvis Costello - vocals (Vocal Version) The Dirty Dozen Brass Band Gregory Davis - trumpet Efrem Towns - trumpet Kevin Harris - tenor saxophone Roger Lewis - soprano & baritone saxophones Charles Joseph - trombone Kirk Joseph - Sousaphone Jenell Marshall - snare drum Lionel Batiste - bass drum Discography Albums: Spike, 1989 Spike (Deluxe Edition), Rhino, 2001 This section may be incomplete. Singles: This section may be incomplete. Collections: Album Name, Year This section may be incomplete. Alternate Versions: Stalin Malone (Vocal Version) Spike (Deluxe Edition), Rhino, 2001 This section may be incomplete. Soundtracks: none Various Artists collections: none Covers Recorded by: none This section may be incomplete. Performed by: none This section may be incomplete. Bootlegs This section is incomplete.

Chords

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Internal links

• Elvis Costello Home Page: Spike | lyrics | chords | Spike info page 1
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External links

• Elvis Costello on Rhino Spike reissue page