This Is Hell

Elvis Costello

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# from: Christian Korbanka Cologne Germany e-mail: lyrics and chords of: This Is Hell by Elvis Costello And The Attractions *************************************************************************** This is hell this is hell I am  ...sorry to tell you It ...never gets better or worse                     But you’ll get used to it     after a spell       D        A           Cadd9 For heaven is hell in re - verse! The bruiser spun a hula -  hoop While all the barmen preen and pout The neon "I" of "night club" flickers on and off And finally blew out The irritating jingle of the belly-dancing phoney Turkish girls The eerie glare of ultra - violet perfect dental work!     This is hell this is hell I am  ...sorry to tell you It ...never gets better or worse! (It never gets better or worse!)    But you’ll get used to it     after a spell       D        A           Cadd9 For heaven is hell in re - verse! The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie Is very sorry that he spoke For he’s mislaid his punch-line More than half- way through a very tasteless joke The Fräulein caught him peeking down her gown He’s yelling in her ear And all at once the music stopped As he was intimately bellowing "My dear... ...This is hell this is hell I am ...sorry to tell you It never gets better or worse (It never gets better or worse!)    But you’ll get used to it     after a spell       D        A           Cadd9 For heaven is hell in re - verse! The shirt you wore with courage And the violent nylon suit Reap - pear upon your back And under - mine the polished line you try to shoot     It’s not the torment of the flames That finally seize your flesh cor - rupted It’s the small humiliations that your memory piles up (This is  hell!) This is hell (This is hell!) this is hell! (Hell!) ’My favourite things’ are playing a - gain and again But it’s by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane Endless balmy breezes in perfect sunsets framed Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Cham - pagne All the passions of your youth ...are tranquilised and tamed You may think it looks fa - miliar Though you may know it by another name... ...This is hell this is hell I am ...sorry to tell you It never gets better or worse (It never gets better or worse!)    But you’ll get used to it     after a spell For heaven is hell in re - verse (This is hell!)  This hell!

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La chanson explore une vision sombre de la réalité humaine, où l'ordinaire se transforme en une sorte d'enfer personnel. Elle évoque des situations cocasses et des désillusions de la vie quotidienne, tout en suggérant que l'on finit par s'habituer à cette monotonie et à ces humiliations. Il est question de la banalité qui fait peser le fardeau des regrets et des rêves perdus. Le personnage chante un refrain presque désespéré, soulignant que rien ne s’améliore, mais que l'on finit par vivre avec ce sentiment d'aliénation, transformant même le paradis en une version distordue de lui-même. Cela nous fait réfléchir sur la condition humaine et la façon dont nous apprenons à jongler avec nos propres déceptions.