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Elvis Costello

Elvis Costello (born Declan Patrick MacManus, 25 August 1954) is an English singer-songwriter. He began his career as part of London's pub rock scene in the early 1970s and later became associated with the first wave of the British punk/New Wave movement of the mid-to-late 1970s. Steeped in word play, the vocabulary of Costello's lyrics is broader than that of most popular songs. His music has drawn on many diverse genres; one critic described him as a "pop encyclopaedia", able to "reinvent the past in his own image". more »

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2006

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The streets were deserted and the house was dark
Down in the basement there was the faintest spark
Three boys hoping to make their mark
International echo

They said it was nothing but a worthless toy
Sign right here and you can be employed
Woke up startled in the state of joy
International echo

The roof is shaking and the house is ablaze
I've been wide-awake for days

I thought I heard a signal breaking through
At this distance that is hard to do
Could be seven inches, could be twelve
Drop the needle on it and let it revolve

I felt a pulse and a drum tattoo
I was just thinking about you

Send out a message and it's sure to rebound
What's that I hear and what' s that sound?
Seems to be coming from under the ground
International echo

It can't be repeated, it can't be resisted
It went out straight, it came back twisted
If you didn't see it their then you probably missed it
International echo

Must be something in the atmosphere
Let me be your volunteer

I thought I heard a signal coming through
In a language that I never knew
Give me seven inches, give me twelve
Drop the needle on it and let it revolve

I felt a pulse and a drum tattoo
Even though it was taboo
Solo

Well, they paid me money for playing pretend
Then they said that it must be the end
But I was just following the popular trend
International echo

The beer from the bottle, wine from the grape
I stood up straight, got bent out of shape
Now I'm just looking for some way to escape
International echo

But everything I said just seems automatic
The radio plays nothing but static

I think that I'm about to flip my lid
My waitress said that she might be my kid
And give me seven inches, give me twelve
Well, drop the needle on it and let it revolve

Did you hear me calling you?
'Cause hear I go
International echo, echo

The streets were deserted, the house was dark
Down in the basement there's the faintest spark
Three boys hoping to make their mark
International echo

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