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    A Town Called Big Nothing

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    A Town Called Big Nothing
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      About "A Town Called Big Nothing"

      Lyrics for Elvis Costello - "A Town Called Big Nothing"

      Big nothing.
      He stood in the road outside of town
      With a broken clockwork toy in his hand.
      A graveyard for childish dreams in his palm
      A broken lifeline.
      Big nothing.
      The mechanical amusement sputtered to life in his fist.
      As he clenched, it whirred and died again.
      It was a cowboy who drew his gun,
      But the pistol was welded to the holster
      By age and careless children,
      So it struggled and strained
      And it unwound its own spring.
      Big nothing.
      He didn't need tattoos to show where he'd been
      And who he'd loved.
      It was the same thing that men had cried for;
      That women had dyed their hair for.
      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 the greedy circus barker's blackmail song
      How he wanted to smash her skull in when she parroted back,
      'Tell mommy; tell poppy; you need this little dolly.'
      Big nothing.
      Big nothing.
      The smoky voice of the petaled girl woke him long enough.
      There was too much light in the room, so he unscrewed the bulb.
      She took him to bed like an adopted dog.
      Big nothing.
      She lit sickly incense, as he tried to tell himself
      The resemblance were pure and coincidental.
      He unleashed his grip on the toy and 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 his mouth
      He walked out of a town called Big Nothing.
      Big nothing.

      SONGWRITERS:
      COSTELLO, ELVIS
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