Текст песни Elvis Costello - A Town Called Big Nothing
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Big nothing.He stood in the road outside of town with a broken clockwork toy inHis hand: a graveyard for childish dreams in his palm; a broken lifeline.Big nothing.The mechanical amusement sputtered in his fist. as he clenched, itWhirred and died again. it was a cowboy who drew his gun, but thePistol was welded to the holster by age and careless children, so itStruggled and strained and it unwound his own spring.Big nothing.He didnt need tattoos to show where he had been and who he had loved. itWas the same thing that men had cried for; that women had dyed their hairFor. the cellophane illusion of a starry sky stretched over an open sore.Big nothing.He thought about his lost daughter: the way her eyes would alight at theGreedy circus barkers blackmail song; how he wanted to smash her skullWhen she parroted back, tell mommy; tell poppy; you need this littleDolly.Big nothing. (x2)The smoky voice of the petaled girl woke him long enough. there was tooMuch light in the room, so he unscrewed the bulb. she took him to bed likeAn adopted dog.Big nothing.She lit sickly incense, as he tried to tell if the resemblance was pureAnd coincidental. he unleashed his grip on the toy, all it meant to him,And it wound down forever.Big nothing.He woke up in a sweat. the next day, with her smile still painted on hisMouth, he walked out of a town called big nothing.Big nothing. (repeat until fade)