Elvis Costello - When I Was Cruel No. 2 [Unofficial Video]

An original video I made using historical archive footage to Elvis Costello's When I Was Cruel No. 2. Lyrics below. Music by: Elvis Costello [Ft. The Imposters] ＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／ Song written by: Elvis Costello, Antonio Amurri, Bruno Canfora ＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／ Editing by: J Robert Oppenheimer [onthescenemissing@gmail] ＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／ Video credit: Various vintage historical and archival footage. List of sources uses available upon request, but too many to list. ＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／ Download song: https://www.amazon.com/When-I-Was-Cruel-No-2/dp/B000V6M0CO/ ＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／ Lyrics: When I Was Cruel No. 2 Songwriters: Antonio Amurri / Bruno Canfora / Elvis Costello I exit through the spotlight glare I stepped out into thin air Into a perfume so rarefied "Here comes the bride" Not quite aside, they snide, "she's number four" "There's number three just by the door" Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better "She was selling speedboats in a trade show when I met her" Look at her now She's starting to yawn She looks like she was born to it But it was so much easier When I was cruel She reaches out her arms to me Imploring "another melody?" So she can dance her husband out on the floor The captains of industry just lie there where they fall In an eau-de-nil and pale carnation A satin sash and velvet elevation She straightens the tipsy headdress of her spouse While hers recalls a honey house There'll be no sorrows left to drown Early in the morning in your evening gown But it was so much easier When I was cruel The entrance hall was arranged with hostesses and ushers Who turned out to be the younger wives nursing schoolgirl crushes Parting the waves of those few feint friends Fingers once offered are now too heavy to extend The ghostly first wife glides up on stage whispering to raucous talkers Spilling family secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers See that girl Watch that scene Digging the "Dancing Queen" Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks Running a book on which of them is going to last the week One of them calls to me and he says, "I know you" "You gave me this tattoo back in eighty-two" "You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug" "And I was a shaven-headed seaside thug" "Things haven't really changed that much" "One of us is still getting paid too much" There are some things I can't report The memory of his last retort But it was so much easier When I was cruel Look at me now She's starting to yawn She looks like she was born to it Ah, but it was so much easier When I was cruel