Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Borneo, artist - The Fiery Furnaces. Album song Bitter Tea, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 09.04.2006
Record label: Rough Trade, The Fiery Furnaces
Song language: English
Borneo |
I was so bored with my old life; |
I was so bored with decent odds |
My new roommate left her debit card: |
Some sort of test for me. |
It’s too hard |
Try to run an errand. |
Nervous sweat |
I rush back home and if I win I’ll give her half (I bet.) |
Online casinos in the Caymans; |
Legal disclaimer writ for layman’s |
I moved back into New Canaan; |
Babysit my sister’s kids; |
it’s rainin' |
They fuss a bit while I put them to bed |
And grumpy, sitting on the couch, I get it in my head: |
Take Metro North. |
A silver candlestick |
To Aqueduct on LIRR Pick |
I was so bored with my new life |
I felt like I new all the odds |
I bet 'gainst myself I wouldn’t wager |
My boyfriend’s mother’s mansion (nothing major) |
I stole the deed one night when she was drunk |
I drove onto the reservation with it in my trunk |
Sensors beep the threshold when I crossed it; |
Thirty thousand marker soon I lost it |
Baltimore inner harbor (sports) zone: |
Being courted. |
He’s talking on his cell phone |
«let me tell you why I think I love her: |
She knows you always take the bye week dome home team to cover.» |
Go up to Pimlico and I choose |
It’s no fun if it’s fine when you lose |
I was so tired with all the angles; |
I was so bored with losin' easy |
So I gambled on going further a-field |
So I flew to Sydney and then to Bali and then to Jakarta |
And called on my step-father's ex-business partner |
Major Timmy Sastrosatomo |
And he set me up as a silver smith/batik dabber |
In a house once owned by the Princes of Mataran |
And he told me all his trobles |
We bribed a CFO at Semen Cibinong |
To get them to buy a 40% stake |
And we got a 5 million dollar order from Nieman Marcus |
Which we filled about 10% of |
But I did sell them my children’s book |
Which I said was a South Sumatran |
Folk tale- which went like this: |
I played cards for seven days straight |
Was up $ 47 dollars late |
Evening as the sun went down I saw |
The ace of diamonds up his sleeve — black velvet on his paw |
I fold, say goodbye politely |
They bark, you don’t get off that lightly |
I dreamed of a casino way up in the hills of Borneo |
Where I lost with the giant flying squirrels and orange orangutans and great |
mormon butterflies all day long |
'Til the bulldozers turned us into Whole Fruit Fruit Bar sticks and china |
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