This project comes from a person who absolutely needs to tell the truth no matter what. Since it is so difficult to do this and because I probably seem like a Cassandra, I try to speak as much as I can in other people’s voices. One of those voices has been the one of Elvis Costello. He came out with a list of 50 songs that he posted to his Spotify channel and many of these songs have been heavily featured as a part of this project and they mean a lot to me. I have been holding back on saying all I want to about this great musician’s latest album “Hey Clockface” because I’m not a hundred percent sure I’m hearing what I think I’m hearing. I think I’m hearing that Elvis actually understands what’s going on with this project. Is that possible?Nonetheless, let’s take a look at this list.
"... This Town ..."
That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano
like he was pawing a dirty book
He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his
very best little boy look
It was a song with a topical verse which I'm
afraid he then proceeded to sing
Something about the moody doomed love of
the Fish-Finger King
[Chorus:]
You're nobody in this town
You're nobody in this crowd
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're poison,
Got your number knows it must be avoided
You're nobody till everybody in this town
thinks you're a bastard
Mr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man Row
Although he swears that he's the salt of the earth
He's so proud of the "kick-me-hard" sign that
they hung on his back at birth
He said "I appreciate beauty, if I have one, then
it's my fault"
"Beauty is on my pillow, beauty is there in
my vault"
[Chorus]
The girl with the eternity rock went down on
her bookie to buy some stock
Now all her signs in the shopping arcades say
"The corporation thief is The New Jesse James"
Her clothes and her attention were scant, her
eyes were everywhere,
Her eyes were like abstinthe [sic]
The little green figures that dance on his screen
say everything you want to hear and nothing
they mean
They made love while she was changing her dress
She wiped him off she wiped him out and then
she made him confess
A little amused by the belief in her power
You must remember this it was the fetish of
the hour
[Chorus]