Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Boho Dance, artist - Björk. Date of issue: 14.04.2007
Song language: English
The Boho Dance |
| Down in the cellar in the Boho zone |
| I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well |
| Just another hard time band with Negro affectations |
| I was a hopeful in rooms like this |
| When I was working cheap |
| It’s an old romance, the Boho dance |
| Hasn’t gone to sleep |
| But even on the scuffle |
| The cleaner’s press was in my jeans |
| And any eye for detail |
| Caught a little lace along the seams |
| And you were in the parking lot |
| Subterranean by your own design |
| The virtue of your style inscribed |
| On your contempt for mine |
| Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in grace |
| And Solomon kept his head in all his glory |
| It’s just that some steps outside the Boho dance |
| Have a fascination for me |
| A camera pans the cocktail hour |
| Behind a blind of potted palms |
| And finds a lady in a Paris dress |
| With runs in her nylons |
| You read those books where luxury |
| Comes as a guest to take a slave |
| Books where artists in noble poverty |
| Go like virgins to the grave |
| Don’t you get sensitive on me |
| 'Cause I know you’re just too proud |
| You couldn’t step outside the Boho dance now |
| Even if good fortune allowed |
| Like a priest with a pornographic watch |
| Looking and longing on the sly |
| Sure it’s stricken from your uniform |
| But you can’t get it out of your eyes |
| Nothing is capsulized in me |
| On either side of town |
| The streets were never really mine |
| Not mine, not mine, these glamor gowns |