Песня «I'm Gonna Be Your Elvis»
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• She's Not Gone Yet But She's Leaving

  The Fratellis

  

  Well she’s halfway over this hard on son She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she’s quite sure she’s not the only one She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving Well there’s a quiver up her backbone, dogs in the dust She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she’ll take what she needs and she’ll do what she must She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving There’s a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man’s drum There’s a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she’d become Oh let me tell ya that she’s… One part evil, three-fifths blind She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she’s oh so delicate and still don’t mind She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving Well there’s a chance that she knows where the bodies are kept She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she still don’t remember the tears that she wept She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving There’s a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man’s drum There’s a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she’d become Oh let me tell ya now… Well she’s all too generous with my time She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And she knows that injustice is no real crime She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving And I will always remember the way that she crawled She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving When I throw up in the rain she pretends she’s appalled She’s not gone yet but she’s leaving There’s a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man’s drum There’s a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she’d become

  
• I Guess… I Suppose...

  The Fratellis

  

  Well I hide like sunshine, see how I climb Howl like a devil til it’s safe enough for me to come home I’ll come home I’ll be there with bells on waiting for relief And I know I can get there, feel everywhere E equals mc squared til it’s safe to come home I’ll come home I’ll be there when you make it worth my while Imagine the scene Us lost in between The north and the south East and west of the strange and obscene I pick you a rose And everything slows I fall to my knees in a squeeze Oh I guess I suppose Ha ha take your sister to the river Don’t forget to give her best wishes from me This life is a complicated business Can I get a witness to my own history Well I feel like nothing, everybody bluffing Sleep til my bones unwind and I’ll dare to come home I’ll come home I’ll be there with my dress hitched up, no joke Imagine the scene Us lost in between The north and the south East and west of the strange and obscene I pick you a rose And everything slows I fall to my knees in a squeeze Oh I guess I suppose Ha ha take your sister to the river Don’t forget to give her best wishes from me This life is a complicated business Can I get a witness to my own history Slow days are too much for me to handle Burning out the candle is the perfect reply Your face has the makings of a scandal From a viper to a vandal wave your troubles goodbye Ha ha take a stroll out of the city Why does only pretty rhyme with city, what a pity Come down from your high horse Mary I don’t mean to be contrary but when was the last time You saw your reflection in the water Don’t you think you ought to check your eyesight sometime You’ll see a reprieve and a repose How long God only knows I guess I suppose Ha ha Ha ha

  
• Henrietta

  The Fratellis

  

  Henrietta we got no flowers for you Just these three miserable c**ts Sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat We know you love us and you probably do Although you’re husband may cut us He’s such an animal though everything is possible Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out It’s hard to miss you when you follow us about Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola We’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it, come on Dear Henrietta we’re just three lonely boys Though the girls love us we’re so Into you incredibly we’d love to see you terribly We’d love to hate you but we don’t have no choice Come be our wa ha ha ha Honey, honey three four one time once more Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out It’s hard to miss you when you follow us about Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola We’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it, come on Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it, come on

  
• Down The Road And Back… Again…

  The Fratellis

  

  She never came from Miami FLA She never found herself like other girls they say She had the kind of face you’d never ever miss, invisible in bliss She couldn’t understand why nobody felt like this She walked a mile in a faithless pair of heels Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels To be the kind of girl that everyone, that everyone adored High upon the scoreband Smiling through her teeth Wild as thunder underneath High, high in the sky out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by don’t it make a poor girl cry? Oh Lord it’s a sin all this pain we’re living in Don’t it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la He never told himself ambition wasn’t real He taught his eyes to think and his brain how to feel He got his wires crossed and couldn’t raise a smile Made sense once in a while Counting down the days till his clothes came back in style He couldn’t see how anything was right or wrong He knew the words and tune but didn’t know the song He spoke a language that he couldn’t barely speak An out of date technique Though he was just blood and bone he always felt unique! High, high in the sky out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by don’t it make a poor girl cry? Oh Lord it’s a sin all this pain we’re living in Don’t it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again Each and every last one in denial Counting every minute till it seems worthwhile Dragging behind them every last heartache Singing «Jesus Forgive me» for their own sake In a fever Nothing better When your souls at stake… High, high in the sky out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by don’t it make a poor girl cry? Oh Lord it’s a sin all this pain we’re living in Don’t it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again La la la la down the road and back again

  
• Jesus Stole My Baby

  The Fratellis

  

  Jesus stole my baby Jesus stole my girl He took her away for an hour every sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days of the week Now she's a bore and I've seen it before She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique Said that she just want's to save me Said you cant go on the way that you are She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free She takes it all so god damn seriously Well I've always been in love with her treasure But she might as well be locked up in chains When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low I'm bursting from my feet to my brains Now if i could only talk to this Jesus I'd tell him just how lonely I've been I'd ask him to send home my baby again So she can see what kinda state I've been in Jesus stole my baby So maybe I should steal his She used to be mine Now she's so dull and divine May not be nice but thats the way that it is And I'm lost here among the clowns Jesus men in gowns All sandals and out of tune guitars And she talks in terrified tones Of skeleton bones Screaming through a mangled microphone And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free She takes it all so god damn seriously