Well, we know that a price has been put on my head. It’s difficult to not know such a thing. So many creepy Satanists come around knocking with their “offers” and pity ploys . . .
Elvis Costello And Anne Sofie Von Otter - For The Stars
The stars were so much brighter then
They dim and die
So why pretend the sky goes on forever
But if they fade as science teaches
Poets lose the power of speech
Waste paper, ink and feather
If I'd taken up the trumpet as I should have done
Then I wouldn't be always losing sleep
While I'm trying to make this rhyme
For the stars were so much
They were so much brighter then
If I couldn't put a price on your head
What's the use of me trying for the stars?
The morning comes, the days are just
The time between until the dusk
When we can be together
If I'd taken up the drums and I could play in time
If I had the power, would I be wondering how
I'm ever going to write this down
For the stars were so much
They were so much brighter then
If I couldn't put a price on your head
Then what's the use of me trying for the stars?
Do the rest of us ever get the freedom to live or is it all just everything always constantly their way - or else?
They can do all these infernal things to us but they can’t behave like this without putting a massive spotlight on their rampant criminality.