Today’s slow drag is with “The Invisible Man” from “Punch the Clock,” released in 1983. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello.

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Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA/MFA

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References:

Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, “The Invisible Man”: http://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php/The_Invisible_Man

“The Invisible Man”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3o-iZ_GfTTs

Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, “I Turn Around”: http://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php/I_Turn_Around

“I Turn Around”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg4cesm8obI

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"The Invisible Man" Lyrics

I was committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts

With all the love in the world

Living for thirty minutes at a time with a break in the middle for adverts

But it's a wonderful world within these cinema walls

Where a shower of affection becomes Niagara Falls

And you wish she could step down from the screen to your seat in the stalls

 

‘Cos if stars are only painted on the ceiling above

Then who can you turn to and who do you love

I want to get out while I still can

I want to be like Harry Houdini

Now I'm the invisible man

 

My head is spinning 'round faster and faster

Here I stand on the edge of disaster

I'm shattered like a piece of crystal, porcelain, or alabaster

 

'Cos if stars are only painted on the ceiling above

Then who can you turn to and who do you love

I want to get out while I still can

 

Crowds surround loudspeakers hanging from the lampposts

Listening to the murder mystery

Meanwhile someone's hiding in the classroom

Forging the books of history

Never mind there's a good film showing tonight

Where they hang everybody who can read or write

Oh, that could never happen here, but then again it might

 

'Cos if stars are only painted on the ceiling above

Then who can you turn to and who do you love

I want to get out while I still can

I want to be like Harry Houdini

Now I'm the invisible man

 

And you won't see me