lunes, 9 de agosto de 2010

Down among the wine and spirits



Down among the wines and spirits

Where a man gets what he merits

Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall

Now he finds how far he's fallen

Since he set his mind on her completely

Oh well, I guess that you mustn't have seen him lately

Walking around with a pain that never ceases

He starts to speak and then he falls to pieces

Down among the wines and spirits

Where a man gets what he merits

Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel

The vacant chamber and the empty barrel

But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor

Clicks his fingers to that swinging door

Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more

I'm twice the foolish man I was before

Down among the wines and spirits

Bubbles escaping from him from the rim of a glass of grape

She sails through his memory just like a ship of chaplet

As it started to sink, he was drinking to drown his sorrows

That fill his nights and they empty his tomorrows

But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor

Clicks his fingers to that swinging door

Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more

Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits

Down among, down among

Down among the wines and spirits

(ELVIS COSTELLO)

Elvis Costello: Secret, profane and sugarcane