Happy Birthday to Elvis Costello

[mac56]

50 years old today.

[skooooo]

1. Two Little Hitlers!

(edited cause i got wrong lyric)

[mac56]

3. "Is She Really Going Out With Him" was by Joe Jackson.

Not EC. (I changed mine too to match your change.)

[skooooo]

7. oh damn sorry

[Richardo]

4. Yes she is...

...Elvis you lucky dog. HBD!! :toast:

[mac56]

5. I bet they make beautiful music together.

:evilgrin:

[FunBobbyMucha]

2. I guess today he's gonna have to face the deep dark truthful mirror

and it's gonna tell him things that we still love him too much to say-hey-hey...

[Richardo]

6. I heard that this morning and could not believe he was *only* 50...

...I had no idea he was only two years older than me. :cry:

[loafie]

8. I saw him last weekend

I went to see The Boy from OZ starring Hugh Jackman and Elvis was in the audience. Hugh got him to come up on stage and do half a song. I'm not a fan but it was still cool. The audience went nuts.

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

9. Arrrrrgh, a young pup.

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

10. Happy Birthday EC!!!

:party:

[Kolesar]

11. But I thought he won't get any older ...

[Magrittes Pipe]

12. Hell, this one's even better.

Edited to replace the lyrics of a great song with the lyrics of a better song:

Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour,
Don't say a word if there is any doubt.
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumour,
You've got to cut it out.

You say you're sorry for the things that you've done.
You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it.
I wouldn't worry, I had so much fun.
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being.

It's you, not just anouther mouth in the lipstick vogue.

Get to the slot machine, almost dead on arrival,
Just hit me one more time with that live wire.
Maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million,
You say I've got no feelings, this is a good way to kill them.

Select the control and then insert the token.
You wanna throw me away but I'm not broken.
You've got a lot to say--well, I'm not joking.
There are some words they don't allow to be spoken.
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being.

It's you, not just anouther mouth in the lipstick vogue .

[Screaming Lord Byron]

13. The greatest living songwriter.

They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
AND THE CAMERA NOSES IN TO THE TEARS ON HER FACE
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can't put them back together
You can't put them back together

What would you say?
What would you do?
Children and animals two by two
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for PILLS AND SOAP
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap

Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
Out of the frying pan into the fire
The king is in the counting house
Some folk have all the luck
And all we get are pictures of LORD AND LADY MUCK
They come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisy
THERE ARE ASHTRAYS OF EMOTION FOR THE FAG ENDS OF THE ARISTOCRACY

The sugar coated pill is getting bitterer still
YOU THINK YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU BUT YOU KNOW IT NEVER WILL
So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag
DON'T DILLY DALLY BOYS RALLY ROUND THE FLAG
Give us your daily bread in individual slices
And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis

[mac56]

14. Great lyrics

We play these parlor games
We play at make believe
When we get to the part
Where I say that I'm going to leave

Everybody loves a happy ending
But we don't even try
We go straight past pretending
To the part where everybody loves to cry

Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They're not so spectacular
They don't burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes

You were the spice of life
The gin in my vermouth
And though the sparks would fly
I thought our love was fireproof

Sometimes we'd fight in public darling
With very little cause
But different kinds of sparks would fly
When we got on our own behind closed doors

It's time to tell the truth
These things have to be faced
My fuse is burning out
And all that powder's gone to waste

Don't think for a moment dear
That we'll ever be through
I'll build a bonfire of my dreams
And burn a broken effigy of me and you

[UTUSN]

15. Wow, There Must Be Something Musical abt This B'day (Lennie, Too)

[peekaloo]

16. Invasion Hit Parade

Now that you set everybody free
What are you going to do about me?
Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
I'd rather go back to the sweet underground
Where I can tell by the colour of my skin
And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one
Who always turns me in

A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night
Picking up every lost object in sight
Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails
The black market eats up all your failures
Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets
No pool, no pets, no cigarettes
Just non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes

CHORUS
There's no name, no name for the place or pain we'll cause you
again and again
If you do not co-operate with the Invasion Hit Parade

The liberation forces make movies of their own
Playing their Doors records and pretending to be stoned
Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised
Incidentally the revolution will be televised
With one head for business and another for good looks
Until they started arriving with their rubber aprons and their
butcher's hooks

CHORUS

They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light
A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty
Pursued by a T.V. crew and coming after them
A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem
The former dictator was impeccably behaved
They're mopping up all the stubborn ones who just refuse to be saved

CHORUS


Happy B-Day EC.

[XNASA]

17. Happy Birthday Declan.

Here's my fave. What a poet.

So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detective's overcoat
And dirty dead man's shoes
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Are a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate

'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around

To murder my love is crime
But will you still love
A man out of time

There's a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination

But for his private wife and kids somehow
Real life becomes a rumour
Days of dutch courage
Just three French letters and a German sense of humour

He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege

The biggest wheels of industry
Retire sharp and short
And the after dinner overtures
Are nothing but an after thought
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
There's a reputation to be made
Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
Who's up late polishing the blade

Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning

[redqueen]

18. Happy birthday to Elvis

Since we're posting lyrics to celebrate...

History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
I'm just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel

I hang around dying to be tortured
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel

So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice

You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous

And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly

I might make it California's fault
Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the great barrier reef
I come to you beyond belief

My hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle

I've got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief