Written by : Elvis Costello
Length     : 1.58
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

Can you recall my taste at all?
My little faithless one
The fractured lie in your alibi
It didn't help you none

And you swore it was an accident
From the world of trouble you frequent
But you came back wearing that guilty scent

This is a test( this is a test )
And it's going to cut you down to scale
This is a test( this is a test )
And it looks like you're the failure( this is a test )
You say you want to make it better( this is a test )
But i only want the best( this is a test, this is a test )

We can make this easy on you or we can make it rough
By the way i have to say you didn't love me enough

And you swore it was an accident
Are you sure that that is what you meant
When you're not even competent

This is a test( this is a test )
And it's going to cut you down to scale
This is a test( this is a test )
And it looks like you're the failure( this is a test )
You say you want to make it better( this is a test )
But i only want the best( this is a test, this is a test, this is a test )

Written by : Elvis Costello, Cait O'riordan
Length     : 2.29
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

I didn't want to be some satellite clown
So i went up to London 'cos i heard it's falling down
Found the Denis the Menace of Little Venice
Still digging up the bones of Strummer and Jones
Revolutionary days were sadly over
And a cool profile down Ladbroke Grove
Won't make it no more
You could wake up in a doorway

London's brilliant when it's raining
Everybody's moaning and complaining
London's dismal and divine
And i know one day, one day ( one day, one, day )
It's going to be

Mine eyes have seen the gory faces of those biter men and their bawdy talk
And that's not all
Every night before i closed my eyes
I'd say a prayer to my desires
Hung up on a poster on the wall
Don't let me grow up to fail and fall
If i must grow up at all

Ha, Well the night's got chilly and he swore he'd love me silly
but he couldn't raise a spark in the dark in Hyde Park
With a bite and bark, he tried to make his mark
Now he's getting fucked silly somewhere in Piccadilly
He said i could be a little Madam in Mayfair
But i'd rather wake up in a doorway somewhere
'Cos in the long run
I'll probably be someone

London's brilliant when it's raining
Everybody's moaning and complaining
London's dismal and divine
And i know one day, one day ( ond day, one day )
It's going to be mine ( ond day, one day )
It's going to be mine ( ond day, one day )
London's brilliant

Written by : Elvis Costello, Cait O'riordan
Length     : 4.03
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

Lucy Grace can't show her face down in the North End Road
For in Belgravia
Rumours have been whispered and suggestions have been made
Did you sell your friends out when the heat got too intense?
You say you like the danger but it's only a pretense
You say you need the money
When everybody knows you can always fall back on your inheritance

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms?
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips on this basement kiss?

Who's that sneaking 'round the door?
You can't come here no more
Can't you go home again?
She used to sit alone for hours
Spend her evenings watering dried flowers

When her mother came to stay and finally went to bed
Lucy Grace was in the front room shooting through your head
She tried to take your breath away and give you something else instead

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms?
Did you bruise your pride on his smile so wide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips on this basement kiss?

Next year she'll serve her funtion in that Audrey Hepburn hat
It still won't suit her much but she'll get over that
She'll be pale and feign indifference as they're handing out the prizes
Spilling Daddy's words of wisdom
And her ugly sister's tranquilisers

Why were you so tardy putting up your guard?
When you hurt so easily and you try so hard

Did you bruise your arms on those false alarms?
Did you bruise your pride on his face so snide?
Only fingertips from forbidden bliss
Did you bruise your lips in this basement kiss?

Written by : Elvis Costello, Cait O'riordan
Length     : 2.48
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

Hey there little puppet girl
How d'you learn to walk that way?
Hey there little puppet girl
Who put the mouth in all the things you say?

Hey little puppet girl
Now it's time to dance and sing
We built your reputation to fade away the very day
You cut, cut, cut, cut, cut your strings

I looked in the office mirror
And i saw that our faces matched
I looked at their offer and i saw the strings attached
They said that any girl would be impressed but still
It's better than being tied to the kitchen sink
or stuck at the checkout till

Hey little puppet girl
Now it's time to dance and sing
We built your reputation to fade away the very day
You cut, cut, cut, cut, cut your string

I ran out screaming and of course it commenced to rain
My ears were ringing and my cheeks were tear-stained
Then her words came back to me
She said "judge me if you dare"
"When i look in the mirror i don't see a pa puppet i see a millionaire"

Hey little puppet girl
Now it's time to dance and sing
We'll build your reputation to fade away the very day
You cut, cut, cut, cut, cut your strings

Hey there little puppet girl
Hey there little pa pa pa pa pa puppet
Hey there little puppet girl
Hey there little pa pa pa pa pa puppet
Hey there little puppet girl
Hey there little ... cut, cut, cut, cut, cut it

Written by : Elvis Costello & Cait O'riordan
Length     : 4.32
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

I've grown so found of gravity
Sometimes i like to breathe
And now that i've got used to it
I find it hard to say
"I will be leaving"

The stars so distant 'n the heaven so wide
And it's not safe to even venture outside
If you see me walking and i start to cry
Don't wonder why i'm shaking my fist at the sky

'Cos i'm... earthbound
And my fate is unknown
Yes i'm earthbound
And i feel like... i feel like leaving my home

The forgotten rapture of sun drenched days
Pray you didn't stay out in those poisonus rays
and if you think that this is only a dream
Jesus probably wants you for a sun-beam

'Cos i'm... earthbound
And my fate is unknown
Yes i'm earthbound
And i feel like... i feel like leaving my home

Mutant creatures washed up in the tide
And if i don't weep it's only my alien pride
Businessmen barter sky-scraping deals
It's hard to credit that once this really was fields
The ground opens up and swallows your appeals
"Spare us the dangerous elements that it yields"

'Cos i'm... earthbound
And my fate is unknown
Yes i'm earthbound
And i feel like... i feel like leaving my home

The fait embrace of gravity
Is causing my delay
Yes, cancel my departure
Looks like i'm here to stay

Earthbound.. fate is unknow
Yes i'm earthbound.. and i feel like i'm losing my home
And i feel
And i feel
And i feel
I'm loosing my home

Written by : Elvis Costello
Length     : 5.16
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

The past prima donna in buttons and bells
Was speaking what's left of her mind as the audience rebels
Do you know what i'm saying?
Those intimate melodramatic farewells
At about twenty thousand or so decibels
Do you know what i'm saying?

The lights they were dimmed, the music by Strauss
She entered on roller-skates fetchingly tousled
She danced like an ambulance
Talked like a cartoon mouse
She took off her clothes and it brought down the house
Do you know what i'm saying?

Do you know what i'm saying?
Why don't you come when i call?
Do you know what i'm saying? 
Can you still hear me at all?

The male counterpart; stupid, brutal and rich
Lies under the arm of the world like an itch
Do you know what i'm saying?

Because he is such an attractive young lout
Putting words in his mouth and then trying them out
It doesn't much matter what they are about
As long as he has something nasty to spout
Do you know what i'm saying?

Boys will be boys
Blood must be spilt
And nothing like showbusiness was ever built
For letting your critical function wilt
Under the weight of your liveral guilt
Do you know what i'm saying?

Do you know what i'm saying?
Why don't you come when i call?
Do you know what i'm saying? 
Can you still hear me at all?

He's the genuine voice of his unlovely state
And the first to complain
When they start to investigate
Under his criminal past and his polythene skin
He's blowing his lines with his cheeks sucked in
Do you know what i'm saying?

Hush now he has something special to say
"Can you put your hands together this way?"
Do you know what i'm saying?

Do you know what i'm saying?
Why don't you come when i call?
Do you know what i'm saying? 
Why can't you hear me at all?

Written by : Elvis Costello & Cait O'riordan
Length     : 3.21
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

Hey you! Are you looking at me?
Don't waste your time
'Cos i know your crime and i know that pose
And the lines around your eyes don't show
When your face is in repose

The skin is tightening
As you touch a nerve
Did you get what you paid for
Or did you only get what you deserve?

Go home, go home, go home, go home
And don't come out again
Until we tell you to
Until we say you can
Go home, go home, go home, go home
And don't come out again
Untill we analyse you
We despise you
But we can't help you now

The sins visit on you face 
As yo think about that cul-de-sac
And the wit you lack
And the slanders you repeat
when i don't fall at your feet
Too old to be so frightened
And too scared to tell the truth
You lie in teenage anguish
But you can no longer blame it on your youth

Go home, go home, go home, go home
And don't come out again
Until we tell you to
Until we say you can
Go home, go home, go home, go home
And don't come out again
Untill we analyse you
We despise you
But we can't help you now
We despise you
We despise you
We despise you
We despise you

Written by : Elvis Costello
Length     : 3.14
Produced by: Chris Kimsey
Mixed by   : Chris Kimsey

Ooooh, Ha!

You might think that you'd like to hold me
You might think that you'd like to scold me
Even believe that you could control me
Fill in the blanks

You fantasize you'd had to get me alone
Do you imagine that you could own me?
Well that's a weakness that i've outgrown
Fill in the blanks

Fill in the blanks 
You silly little man
Fill in the blanks
Get down and kneel
Turn on your heel
'Cos my ideal is more genteel

Fill in the blanks 
You silly little man
Fill in the blanks
Get down and kneel
Turn on your heel
'Cos my ideal is more genteel

And i won't be told by new recruits
Not to drop my aitches
Or to show my roots
'Cos you're not fit to lick my lovely little leather boots
What's the matter are you queer?
Or isn't that what you wanted to hear? Ha! Brrrroo!

On your imitation leather sofa
In your knocked off suit
and your penny loafers
and a foreign film that you have such hopes for
Fill in the blanks
Adjani, Dalle and Fanny Ardant
He says "all those french birds give me a hard-on"
Suffer me as i beg to differ while you beg their pardon

ah, ah get down and beg, yeah i'm coming

Fill in the blanks 
You silly little man
Fill in the blanks
Get down and kneel
Turn on your heel
'Cos my ideal is more genteel

Fill in the blanks 
You silly little man
Fill in the blanks
Get down and kneel
Turn on your heel
'Cos my ideal is molting to you

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