debris Now and then, I get insecure From all the pain, I'm so ashamed I am beautiful no matter what they say Words can't bring me down I am beautiful
Traduction: Maison Soundtrack. Elvis Costello - Beautiful.
do? What shall we do with all this useless beauty? All this useless beauty What shall we do? What shall we do with all this useless beauty? All this useless beauty
the gallery wall And she's waiting for passion or humour to strike [Chorus:] What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty? All this useless beauty
Traduction: Elvis Costello. All This Useless Beauty.
on the gallery wall And she's waiting for passion or humour to strike [Chorus:] What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty? All this useless beauty
Well you know your time has come and you're sorry for what you've done You should've never have been playing with a gun In those Complicated Shadows
begin confessing The way she's making me feel it can't be a sin I was taught to believe you were looking down on everyone And your benevolent face is beautiful
[Chorus:] I want to vanish This is my fondest wish To go where I cannot be captured Laid on a decorated dish Even in splendor this curious fate Is more
The party's over Your time is up You've had your last pointless teardrop Washed down in that broken coffee cup This magic moment concludes when that
I arose and Marigold lay down with Curious Iris Cherry gave to Victor her prudence and her virus For the sake of purity I can recall the time and place
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs Until he begins to feel younger
When I fall in endless sleep I hope that I'll be buried deep Let me be the one that fortune favours Even good children got shallow graves Throw another
It's started to come to me Your new career would probably end like this All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss Farewell to the studied
Shall we agree that just this once I'm gonna change my life Until it's just as tiny or important as you like? And in time we won't even recall that
Why can't a man stand alone? Why can't a woman be just what she seems? Must she be tarnished by men who can only be men in their dreams? When beauty meets
I expect you're entitled to know why I'm making contact With acquaintances scattered all over the land I'd promise you now and again that I'd honour
