Showing posts with label the fiery furnaces. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the fiery furnaces. Show all posts
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Japanese Slippers - The Fiery Furnaces
Down at the Shell shed, the boys are picking out the pearls
The home I'm in lets the rain get in
I bought 22 ounces of the petrol, park, wait at the light
I'm never going to make it back in time
'fore Geraldine and me to begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
I sit with the fan on my face and sip shandies all day
I learn to sleep standing up so I don't have to make the bed
No tobacco for my rolling papers, warm water in my cup
But I have wait all morning, so
'fore Geraldine and me can begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
I loaded up with Turkey carpets
and green glass diamonds
I drove back and forth for 5 long rolling moons
And every day and every night I thought of back at home
And I couldn't get notion out of my head that said
'fore Geraldine and me could begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
And everything is always a little late
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers seems to be my fate.
It was my job to cut down all the poplar trees
And I'd sit on the stumps and listen to the finches
and sit out in the fields and eat honey out of a jar
and wonder why it always seemed that
'fore Geraldine and me could begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
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Benton Harbor Blues - The Fiery Furnaces
As I try to fill all of my empty days,
I stumble round on through my memory's maze;
of all my past, only the sadness stays.
I went moping down by the bridge;
I rode a bike in the snow to the mini-mart;
I thought of the ways that I've broke my own heart.
It's not for me to fill the blue sea with tears,
but when I think back on all the wasted years
all the good cheer and all the charm disappears.
I wore the exact same clothes for five days;
the bailbondsman gave me a smile;
I was thinking of only my sins all the while.
As I try to fill all of my empty days,
I stumble round on through my memory's maze;
of all my past, only the sadness stays
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