18 February 2008
" . . . lying for a minister of state."
There are days when sunlight is neither sobering nor illuminating.
My friend, Miss Quick, in the above picture, is an event planner and I work some of the parties that she organises, such as the one described here. So I woke up today with this Costello song in my head. With the bit about "the after-dinner overtures" and the general tone of the song, it could from the soundtrack to the fancy event last night, especially the vague anxiety of staged intrigue.
Still, it's a living and all, yeah?
from Imperial Bedroom by Elvis Costello
14 February 2008
"That vision of fucked-up perfection can’t remember my name and I only want to hold her and have her feel the same."
A song about the year punk broke, when a lot of pretty boys were shot in their sleep. This version is from the Broad Daylight demo sessions.
complete lyrics in comments
Another song from these sessions ("Colonial War") is on the Nylon Mustang page.