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#Subject: CRD: No Dancing, Costello
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#Date: Sat, 2 Apr 1994 02:16:20 GMT
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#NO DANCING
#Elvis Costello
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Oh, I kmow that she has made a fool of him,
Like girls have done so many nights before,
Time and time again.
Life is so strange. I don’t know why,
But somebody, somebody has to cry.
There’s gonna be no dancing when they get home.
There’s gonna be no dancing, no,
There’s gonna be no dancing,
There’s gonna be no dancing when they get home.
Now he’s telling her ev’ry little thing he’s done.
Once he glanced at the jackets of some paperbacks.
Now he’s read ev’ry one.
He’s such a drag. He’s not insane.
It’s just that ev’rybody has to feel his pain.
There’s gonna be no dancing when they get home.
He’s getting down on his knees.
He finds that her brother’s not so easy to please, oh, oh.
After all, his nights were just a paper striptease.
She’s caught it like some disease.
Tacit
If he says no dancing, there’s gonna be no dancing,
There’s gonna be no dancing on my own.
She can’t even speak to him. He can’t face her now.
He says, “Even though I wanna shake your hand,
All I ever do is bow.
So now you see how it can be.
Why can’t you give me ev’rything but sympathy?
There’s gonna be no dancing,
There’s gonna be no dancing,
There’s gonna be no dancing,
There’s gonna be no dancing
There’s gonna be no dancing
There’s gonna be no dancing on my own.

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“I’m trouble” she said
Spread out on the floor of her father’s house
Her promise was almost undone
Under her tongue, dissolving her responsibilities
To finally deny everyone with unflattering comparison
CHORUS
All grown up
And you don’t care anymore
And you hate all the people that you used to adore
And you despise all the rumors and lies of the life you led
before
Did I hear you right?
You’re feeling hounded and pushed around
You want to just lay down and die
If all of this life has been such a big disappointment to you
Why don’t you stop blaming some guy
And go give the next one a try
CHORUS
But look at yourself
You’ll see you’re still so young
You haven’t earned the weariness
That sounds so jaded on your tongue
“I’m weak” she says
And blesses herself and gets into bed
Clutching the covers to her throat
“So punish me now and let me go back to the sham of my life”
“This night is the perfect antidote for all of the poison that
you wrote”
CHORUS

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#Date: Wed, 11 Mar 1998 21:29:12 -0500
#From: “D. William Bennett”
#Subject: c/costello_elvis/pouring_water_on_a_drowning_man.crd
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#Pouring Water On a Drowning Man – By Elvis Costello From “Kojak Variety”
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#Pouring Water On A Drowning Man
#(Elvis Costello from the album “Kojak
#Variety – Words and Music by D.
#Baker/D. McCormick)
#Transcribed by D.
#William Bennett
#
#N.C. C F C
#You push me when I’m
#falling
And then you put me down
I guess I missed my calling
I should
have been a clown
How much more
How much more can
I stand
You’re pouring water
On a drowning

You put me on the right track
And then you put me down
You stab me in
the back
Everytime I turn around
Criticize my lovin’
When I’m doing the
very best I can
You’re pouring water
On a drowning man
Chorus:
N.C.
You’re pouring water
On a drowning man
You treat me like
The fool that I am
You bet that I like everything you do
Put salt in my
wounds
It’s sad but it’s true
You warm me with your
kisses
Then you leave me in the cold
How can I know your wishes
When I’ve
never been told
Won’t you please forgive me
Just try and understand
You’re
pouring water
On a drowning man
Chorus
You’re pouring water
On a drowning
You treat me like
The fool that I am
You bet that I like everything you
do
Put salt in my wounds
It’s sad but it’s true
You warm me with your
kisses
Then you leave me in the cold
How can I know your wishes
When I’ve
never been told
Won’t you please forgive me
Just try and understand
You’re
pouring water
On a poor drowning man
I got tears in my
eyes
Oh, I’m a drowning man
I got
tears in my eyes
You’re pouring water
On a drowing man
You’re pouring
water
On a poor drowning man
fade out

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#Date: Tue, 8 Oct 1996 17:42:52 +0100 (BST)
#From: Rev Linda Slug
#Subject: So Like Candy
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#So Like Candy
#(McCartney/MacManus)
#>From “Mighty Like A Rose” by Elvis Costello. Released 1991 by Warner
#Brothers.
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Here lies the powder and perfume [Am/G]
The pretty clothes are scattered ‘round the room
And it’s so like Candy
Here lies the lipstick and the face [Am/G]
The coloured tablets keep it all in place
And it’s so like Candy
So like Candy
What did I do to make her go
Why must she be the one
That I have to love
So like Candy
Here lies a picture of a girl [Am/G]
Her arms are tight around that lucky guy
And it’s so like Candy
And in her eyes a certain look [Am/G]
I thought I’d seen the last of long ago
And it’s so like Candy
So like Candy
What did I do to make her go
Why must she be the one
That I have to love
So like Candy
I remember the day that picture was taken
We were so happy then
But that’s so like Candy
She seemed so sweet to me I was mistaken
Oh no not that again
But that’s so like Candy
She just can’t face the day
So she turns and melts away
Here lie the records that she scratched [Am/G]
And on the sleeve I find a note attached
And it’s so like Candy
“My Darling Dear it’s such a waste” [Am/G]
She couldn’t say “Goodye”, but “I admire your taste”
And it’s so like Candy
Transcribed 7th June 1996
by David Linley
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#Subject: Elvis_Costello/I’llWearItProudly.crd
#Organization: Princeton University
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#I’ll Wear It Proudly
#Elvis Costello
#Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu
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I hate these flaming curtains
They’re not the color of your hair
I hate these striplights
They’re not so undoing as your stare
I hate the buttons on your shirt
When all I want to do is tear
I hate this bloody big bed of mine
When you’re not here
Well I finally found some[D/C#]one to turn me upside down
And nail my feet up where my head should be
If they had a King of [D/C#]Fools then I could wear that crown
And you can all die laughing
Cos I’ll wear it proudly
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Well you semm to be shivering dear
And the room is awfully warm
In the white and scarlet billows
That subside beyond the storm
You have this expression dear
No words could take its place
And I wear it like a badge
That you put all over my face
Chorus
I’ll wear it proudly
Through the dives and the dancehalls
If you’ll wear it proudly
Through the snakepits and catcalls
Like a fifteen year old kid
Wears a vampire kiss
If you don’t know what is wrong with me
Then you don’t know what you’ve missed
We are arms and legs
Wrapped round more than my memory tonight
When the bell rang out
And the air turned blue from fright
But in shameless moments
You made more of me than just a mess
And a handful of eagerness
Says “What do you suggest?”
Chorus

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#Sleep of the Just
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The soldier asked my name and did I come here very often
Well I thought that he was asking me to dance
In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet
We’d have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance
(chorus:)
And now you say that you’ve got to go
Well if you must you must
I suppose that you need the sleep of the just
Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the road
And I kept my strong opinions to my chest
I suppose I should have told them that I was on fire for you
When the bus burst into flames outside some place, ‘The Poet’s Rest’
(Repeat chorus; come out like this:) G C G G7
A girl woke up in a naked light and said
He even looked like her brother in the army but she never mentions him
He’ll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirty-pictures girl
Saying, ’You’re some mother’s daughter you know or is it
immater[D/C]ial g[D/B]irl?'[D/A]
Now she’s pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home town
All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions
And as they speculate what she’d look like beneath that thin nightgown
His family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down
(Last chorus: come out of it with Em then repeat verse chords
to fade)

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#From: phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Phillip Charles Saunders)
#Date: Sat, 5 Mar 1994 22:27:18 EST
#X-Mailer: Mail User’s Shell (7.2.2 3/2/90)
#To: jamesb@nevada.edu
#Subject: c/costello.elvis/the.beat.crd
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#THE BEAT
#>From “Elvis Costello: A Singing Dictionary”
#Chords by brenckle@scws0.ctstateu.edu (Nicholas Brenckle);
#Lyrics and Modifications by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu (Phil Saunders)
#
#Intro:
#Bm G A Bm (2 times)
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We’re all going on a summer [A/C#]holiday
Vigilante’s coming out to [A/C#]follow me.
Heard somebody say they’re out to [A/C#]collar me.
Anybody wanna [A/C#]swallow me?
Bm G A Bm (2 times)
It takes two to tumble. It takes two to tango.
Speak up; don’t mumble if you’re in the combo.
On the beat, on the beat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
‘Have you been a [D/F#]good boy, [G/D]never [A/C#]played [G/B]with your toy?
Though you never [D/F#]en—joy, such a [A/C#]pleasure [G/B]to employ.’
See [A/C#]your friends in the state their in.
See [A/C#]your friends getting under their skin.
See [A/C#]your friends getting taken in.
Well, if you only knew the things you do to me.
I’d do anything to confuse the enemy.
There’s only one thing wrong with you befriending me.
Take it easy. I think you’re bending me.
I’ve been a bad boy with the standard leader.
My neighbor’s revving up his Vauxhall Viva.
On the beat, on the upbeat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
‘Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.’
See your friends walking down the street.
See your friends never quite complete.
See your friends getting under their feet.
Oh, I don’t want to disease you,
but I’m no good with machinery.
Oh, I don’t wanna freeze you.
Stop looking at the scen’ry.
I keep thinking about your mother.
Oh, I don’t wanna lick them.
I don’t wanna be a lover.
I just wanna be your victim.
I don’t go out much at night.
I don’t go out much at all.
Did you think you were the only one
who was waiting for a call
On the beat, on the upbeat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
‘Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.’
See your friends treat me like a stranger.
See your friends despite all the arrangements.
See your friends Nothing here has changed.
Just the beat.

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#Am Am/B C C/D F F1 (two times)
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This is the [Am/B]place where I made my best mistakes
This is the [Am/B]place even angels don’t understand
I’ve seen the [Am/B]disappointment in her face
And the collection of engagement rings on her right hand
She sits [Am/B]alone apart from the crowd
In a white dress[Am/B] she wears like a question mark
Friends speak o[Am/B]f her fondly
Enemies just think out loud
You think you’re man enough to please her
And you’re fool enough to start
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight that tomorrow won’t change
Now the cabaret is frozen and the laughter comes in cans
And the lonely hearts club clientele don’t know what to do
with their hands
You think that you’ll be sweet to her but everybody knows
That you’re the marshmallow valentine that got stuck on her clothes
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight that tomorrow won’t change
(Chords through solo:)
So you mix your drinks and words
You make bad jokes you make bad time
The floors are there to walk over
The walls are there to climb
You swear you’ll never go back again once you’re inside
You’re never the bridegroom she’s always the bride
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight that tomorrow won’t change
You’ll come in a sweetheart and you’ll go out a stranger
Well you try to love her but she’s so contrary
Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary
So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel
You’re not going to do a thing
You’re not going to do a thing
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel

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from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
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lyrics and chords of: Our Little Angel by Elvis Costello
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15
This is the place
Where I made my best mistakes
This is the place
Even angels don’t understand
I’ve seen the disappointment
In her face
And the collection of engagement rings
On her right hand
She sits alone apart
From the crowd
In a white dress
She wears like a question mark
Friends speak of her fondly
Enemies just think out loud
You think you’re man enough to please her
And you’re fool enough to start
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight
That tomorrow won’t change
Now the cabaret is frozen
And the laughter comes in cans
And the lonely heart’s club clientele
Don’t know what to do with their hands
You think that you’ll be sweet to her
But everybody knows
That you’re the marshmellow valentine
That got stuck on her clothes
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight
That tomorrow won’t change
So you mix your drinks and words
You make bad jokes you make bad time
The floors are there to walk over
The walls are there to climb
You swear you’ll never go back again
Once you’re inside
You’re never the bridegroom
She’s always the bride
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight
That tomorrow won’t change
You’ll come in a sweetheart and you’ll go out a stranger
Well you try to lover her but she’s so contrary
Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary
So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel
You’re not going to do a thing
You’re not going to do a thing
You’re not going to do a thing
You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel
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