Elvis Costello — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Episode Of Blonde
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Episode Of Blonde » de Elvis Costello.
Paroles
I spy for the «Spirit of Curiousity»
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great
Then it tends to fascinate
A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane
But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
So you jumped back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army
Every rattlesnake its charm
Can you still hear me?
Am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in a simple box of pine
Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak?
Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek?
It’s such a shame you had to break the heart
You could have counted onbut the last thing you need is another
…Episode of blonde
Revolving like a jeweller’s figure on a music box
Spangled curtain parted and a night-club scene unlocks
Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she’s giving all she’s got
To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon
Tiny man imploring to the cieling fan
This stolen feeling
Amplified up through a busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason
Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards,
Half out of the taxi cab the barker seized my elbow
He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Elmo
Repeat chorus
I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays
He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze
She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble
Noe they are both living in a soft soap bubble
The film producer’s contemplating, entertaining suicide
The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride
The timepiece stretched across a wrist
She couldn’t care less cast aside
The scent that so repelled him that he swore: «insecticide»
And there’s a farewell note to mother
That will conclude «Your loving Son»
«Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done.»
So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees
And names the painting «Christ's Last Exit into Purgatory»
Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
Paying off his stalker it’s a legitimate expense
So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls
With puckered lips
She’s a trophy on your arm
A magnet for your money clip
The moral of this story is the sorry tale to say
They’re pieced with links of chains so they can never run away
Traduction des paroles
Et il y a un mot d'adieu à maman
Cela conclura " votre fils aimant»
"Oh, dis à tes autres enfants de ne pas faire comme je l'ai fait.»
Donc un artiste traîne une brosse à dents à travers la première chose qu'il voit
Et nomme le tableau " la dernière sortie du Christ au Purgatoire»
Recevoir des messages secrets d'une intelligence extraterrestre
Payer son harceleur c'est une dépense légitime
Alors collez des photos de ces filles stridentes et creuses
Avec des lèvres plissées
Elle est un trophée sur votre bras
Un aimant pour votre pince à billets
La morale de cette histoire est la triste histoire à dire
Ils sont assemblés avec des maillons de chaînes afin qu'ils ne puissent jamais s'enfuir