Текст Elvis Costello – Down Among The Wine And Spirits

Down among the wines and spirits
Where a man gets what he merits…
Once it was written in letters ’bout nine feet tall
Now he sees how far he’s fallen

But then I guess that you couldn’t have seen him lately
Walking around with a pain that just never ceases
He starts to speak and then he goes 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
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 at the rim a glass of grape
She sails through his memory just like a ship of shapely
And then as it started sink he drowns his sorrows
That fill his nights and empty 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 the wines and spirits