Текст Elvis Costello – My New Haunt

My New Haunt
Gives me everything I want
My New Haunt
Gives me everything I want

Bring me black strap molasses
Light me a burning witch
Bring me my bristle brushes
Bring me my tar and pitch
Bring me my feather pillow
And I’ll unpick the stitch
We’ve lived too well
Too long
So long
So strong

My New Haunt
Brings me everything I want
And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
If she turns out to be faithless in time

My New Haunt
Sometimes disappears
Then comes back in the night
And whispers in my ears
Saying «Don’t you know you little fool
You’ve nothing to fear
I’ll tell you everything you want to know
Everything you want to hear»
And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind

Raise up that flaming torch

Make her beautiful
Make her dutiful and rich
Sing me a love song
So long
So strong

My New Haunt
Has just been repossessed
And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
if I have to guess my next address

I’m out on the horizon
Just as the sun was rising
First rays bestow a kiss
So you would never guess
I’m sailing off a precipice
Dragons and gold down in the hold
Burning leaves and spices choking back the stench of piss

My New Haunt
Requires a coat of paint
And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
If the walls are peeling and the ceiling is revealing the stars out there reeling

My New Haunt
Sometimes disappears
Comes back in the night
And whispers in my ears
Saying «Don’t you know you little fool
You’ve nothing to fear
I’ll tell you everything you want to know
Everything you want to hear»
And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind

At the end of the working day
He’s tired of kneeling, and praying
«As I lay down to die»
I can’t remember why
Up on the silent screen
A cowboy ropes a trick
And in the second feature
Some lovely creature saved by a yankee dick

Make her beautiful
Make her dutiful and rich
Sing me a love song
So long
So strong

My New Haunt
The shiver of a chill
And I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind

Start making babies
Beat out those bayonets
Stop making bullets
Reverse the planets
Pick all my pockets
Cut off those bracelets
Have you no remorse?
Peel off your corsets
Of course