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    Satellite
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      About "Satellite"

      Lyrics for Elvis Costello - "Satellite"

      She looked like she learned to dance from a series of still pictures
      She's madly excited now, she throws her hands up like a tulip

      She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party
      Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,
      Champagne rolls off her tongue like a second language
      And it should have been her biggest night
      The satellite looks down on her as she begins to cry

      [Chorus:]
      All over the world at the very same time people sharing the same sorrow
      As the satellite looks down her darkest hour is somebody's bright tomorrow

      He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his first finger
      Felt the static electric charge of her perfect hour-glass figure
      As he undressed her with his eyes her weakness was his talent
      How could she know as she stepped through the lights, that her dress would become
      Transparent
      And with his face pressed to the screen,
      He muttered words he'd never dare to say if she could see him

      All over the world at the very same time
      People sharing the same cheap sensation the
      Thrill of watching somebody watching those
      Forbidden things we never mention

      [Chorus]

      The satellite looks down right now and forever
      What it has pulled apart let no man tether his own body to his dream,
      His dream to someone else
      Oh no, oh no.

      She went back to a pitiful compromise, he'd go back to his family
      But for the matter of a thousand miles that separated them entirely
      In the hot unloving spotlight, with secrets it arouses
      Now they both know what it's like inside a pornographer's trousers
      And in a funny way it's anonymous, the satellite
      It blesses us and makes these dreams come
      True...all over the world

      [Chorus]

      SONGWRITERS:
      COSTELLO, ELVIS
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