Newspaper Pane (Hey Clockface 2020)

Текст песни Elvis Costello - Newspaper Pane (Hey Clockface 2020)

Newspaper Pane LyricsShe looked at the pictures on a newspaper pane
That was taped to the window
To keep out the wind
To keep out the rain

To keep out the nonsense
And block out the needing
To keep up her spirits
With improving reading

But the ink from the columns
Dissolved down into the stain
On the bare wood floor
That extended to the door
Pictures of bright futures somehow ignored
That offered her finery she could never afford
Tempting out savings didn’t have or could never risk
Not a fashionable kindness, it was grotesque

The beaus with their fiddles played "The Rascal’s Release"
We toasted to valor and wished there were peace
Six months later in a newspaper margin
They were all cut down in a cavalry charge

The weeping Miss Imogen said to her priest
"I gave him my virtue, it was the least
I could leave him on the eve of departure
Though I will long for him now and hereafter

And the child I'll be raising may have his blue eyes
What if he grows up and dies
On some distant unnamable hillside or field
'Cause a king and a concubine put a mark on his shield"

Thomas tomorrow, Thomas no more
Father and sunshine, beyond and before
William who brought his drum home from the war
To beat it for young lads whose days didn’t even
Add up to a score
I don't spend my time perfecting the past
I live for the future 'cause I know it won't last
A bent note on a horn I can't play
The ghosts in the window that I can't wish away

Freedom to be reckless, freedom to plunder
Freedom to dream, freedom to wonder
When you get where I am now, you may feel differently
The cliff drops away sharply falls into the sea

No work today, no hope tomorrow
No bread for breaking, no wine for sorrow
Nobody is selling, no truth for telling
No work tomorrow, no work today

Look at that child bride and her ideal bouquet
Boys, pick up a rifle
That's too much to pay
Count out her teardrops
Wipe them away