SOBRE ESTE EPISÓDIO
Today's slow drag is with "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" from "Spike," released in 1989. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello's birth name.
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Show Notes:
Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Riot, MA, MFA
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References:
Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=Deep_Dark_Truthful_Mirror
"Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tujLEFMtaVA
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"Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" Lyrics
One day you're going to have to face a deep dark truthful mirror
And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say
The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron
And you fell all around the town until you looked the same
(Chorus:)
The same eyes, the same lips
The same lie from your tongue trips
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts
Ring to the boots of roustabouts
And you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere
Well, you chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed on a fiberglass tumbleweed
You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same
(Repeat Chorus)
So, you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks
They set him up, set him up on the stool
He falls down, he falls down like a drunk
And you drink till you drool
Well, it's his story you'll flatter
You'll stretch him out like a saint
But the canvas that he splattered
Will be the picture that you never paint
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it?
'Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned (shortest verse)
You're spellbound baby, there's no doubting that
Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat?
(Repeat Chorus)
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
