Slow Drag with Remedy :: An Elvis Costello Appreciation
144 :: Flagstone Streets :: A Slow Drag with "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror"
Today's slow drag is with "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" from "Spike," released in 1989. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello's birth name. . . . Show Notes: Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Riot, MA, MFA Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/slow_drag_remedy/ Bluesky Social: https://bsky.app/profile/slowdragwithremedy.com Email: slowdragwithremedy@gmail.com "Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, Podcasts" https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=Podcasts Transcription: https://slowdragwithremedy.weebly.com Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com Rate this Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/slowdrag Slow Drag with Remedy on Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/1f521a34-2ed9-4bd4-a936-1ad107969046/slow-drag-with-remedy-an-elvis-costello-appreciation References: Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, https://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php?title=Deep_Dark_Truthful_Mirror "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tujLEFMtaVA What is Gestalt? https://www.gestaltcleveland.org/what-is-gestalt "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" Lyrics One day you're going to have to face a deep dark truthful mirror And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron And you fell all around the town until you looked the same (Chorus:) The same eyes, the same lips The same lie from your tongue trips Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts Ring to the boots of roustabouts And you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere Well, you chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed on a fiberglass tumbleweed You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same (Repeat Chorus) So, you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks They set him up, set him up on the stool He falls down, he falls down like a drunk And you drink till you drool Well, it's his story you'll flatter You'll stretch him out like a saint But the canvas that he splattered Will be the picture that you never paint Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it? 'Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand Jesus wept, he felt abandoned (shortest verse) You're spellbound baby, there's no doubting that Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat? (Repeat Chorus) Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
