- Votes:
- Composers:
- T-Bone Burnett
- Elvis Costello
 
- Genres:
- Rock
 
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Elvis Costello - All These Strangers lyrics
"Mistreat me darling and I might just disappear"
 Upon freighter running dark out of Algiers
 Put tiny grains in children's tears
 While taking 25% of all the flashbulbs and mementoes
 From the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers
 I saw my baby talking with another man to day
 Speaking softly in a confidential way
 I saw a shadow pull his glove off
 As a bluebird flew over
 Life's is no pleasure
 When you doubt the one you love
Who Are All These Strangers?
 I never will go back again
 Go back into the past
 For the flood is rising fast
 You can break your window and look down
 Into a muddy glass
 It's mirror or lens to burn...
 There was a deal done in Benghazi and Belgrade...
 Upon a scimitar or other crooked blade
 Ransacks and loots, vacated suits
 And pistol points but never shoots, army sitting in a locomotive yard without their boots
 Upstairs your man is painting the rain out in the street
 Imagines woman that he's destined still to meet
 He's trying sidetrack one to count on
 Caught somewhere between countess or a courtesan
 And it's only love to feign and then it's gone
Who Are All These Strangers?Elvis Costello - All These Strangers - http://motolyrics.com/elvis-costello/all-these-strangers-lyrics.html
 He's a privateer as dusk gets near
 A brigand after dark, his victim lined with chalk
 A corsair, filled with horsehair to the core
 Dashed on your eyes of Adamantine, you despised his stripling whine
 That little smudger and the mouthpiece that he's with
 Using his clause just like a practised fingersmith
 I dreamed I took his digit prints
 And then sewed then on a villain's hands
 Watched him ransom and demand
 Until called the flatfoots in
 I never will go back again
 Go back into the past
 For the flood is rising fast
 You can break your window and look down
 Into a muddy glass
 It's a mirror or lens to burn...
Who Are All These Strangers?
All These Strangers
 I sat down on a narrow bed
 I thought about the things she said
All These Strangers
 How I wished the night would never end
 So tried to stop the days ahead
 I'd carve her name down in the wood
 Some small remembrance if I could
















