THE FOX (1981)
Just Like Belgium
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Remember Belgium and the Brussels Museum
Where we piled on the front steps like stray cavaliers
Our code of living meant little to others
The few francs we saved bought some cheap souvenirs
But the red lights where the catfights make it just like Belgium
See us face down on the floor of another cheap barroom
Streetwalkers sweet talk you out of your spare change
And your sweet madame makes it seem just like Belgium
Just like a hustler when they look attractive
It’s nothing much more than a slap on the back
The price tag of being just a little bit different
The first rule to learn is to keep your own distance
Fascist Faces
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
I read about how you’re slow with the truth
Like any old Aesop’s Fable
But when you’re turtlesque, I’m a hare’s breath
Into payment under the table
But some journalist got his mug shot kit
And his briefcase on his lap
But I’m tired of being linked with the K.G.B.
And all that political crap
‘Cause I’ve seen your fascist faces
On the cover of the national papers
Staring out in black and white
From the tall grey walls on the other side
When I see your fascist faces
Then I know I’ve had enough
Trying to trace it or erase it
Is it foolproof or a bluff
If the boy’d been blessed he’d have been arrested
On a charge of wearin’ red shoes
But if yer’ pants are blue you got nothing to lose
It’ll make you a patriot through and through
Heels Of The Wind
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Just like a broken marriage, when two people just don't care
Like when the cupboard is empty or there's no food in the Frigidaire
I'm a page from the end of the story
No closer to my hope and glory
Just a kick away from the heels of the wind
How come it gets so disturbing, when two ships pass in the storm
Who knows how high the crow flies, who knows where this refugee was born
I'm a page from the end of the story
No closer to my hope and glory
Just a kick away from the heels of the wind
And just for the sake of all these reasons
Rains wash out the fires within
Fires that help to keep you moving
Just a kick away from the heels of the wind
You don't deserve that treatment, I can't pretend I was that nice
I'm no E ticket ride to Disneyland, I'm no cushy first-class flight
I'm a day behind your restless wings
You, you rather have the wealth of kings
Me, I'd rather be on the heels of the wind
The Fox
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)
Being wirey and thinking loudly
About the things sent to make you move
You can't help it, there's no one in the world
Knows you just, just the way you do
So we keep darting through the holes
As the hunter and the fox
Run the gauntlet's savage road
Winter's heavy and partly cloudy
And the snowfall leaves the tracks that catch a few
Bit if you're wiley, you will leave them lying
Snared up in the traps that they set for you
And it's an evergreen affair
As temptation taunts the fox
Into the hunter's waiting lair
And for mile after mile you'll never see me tire
You'll never see me slow down, for a while
‘Cause I am the fox, like it or not
I'm always gonna be there running over the rock
Yes I am the fox, a fascinating cross
Of sharp as a whip and tough as an ox
Yes I am the fox
It may sound crazy but it's often lonely
And the restless heart should be captured once in a while
Then you can use them, and you often fool them
Into believing whatever you desire
So I'll keep moving through the night
The hunter and the hunted
On their designated flights