In the back of a mini cab
Me and Georgie and Nigel and Sadie:
"Can I use your mobile?
Can I use your mobile, Sadie?"
On our way to Shoreditch;
Off to Fabric in Shoreditch:
Duffer S...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
If I see you tomorrow
I don't know what I will do
I'm not going to cut my hair or run
around the block
I'm not going to drive to Dallas with
blurry eyes ever again
With win...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
I was wielding my axe
Drunk whisky at the bar
Every night coming home
Out the windshield of my car
I would look through the boughs
And think I saw my lucky star.
I was spreading my...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
Gale, gale blow
Gale, gale blow
My umbrella can't take it you know
Been caught in a hail storm
A blizzard, tornado's nose
But nothing, no nothing
Can beat this gale blow...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Second Street
Now, as for my aunt
Who told on me
She was always wearing her turbans
Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy
Having dinner at the c...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
Guns Under the Counter
"Well, good for you.
But we have something too. "
So said my aunt
A bowling alley and lunch counter
Filled with fellas on their lunch break
From the Wester...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
Last day in May, the afternoon: remember?
Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember?
I thought it wouldn't be too soon; we'd wait at least until it's June.
The twenty-ninth ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
I'm in no mood
I'm in no mood to comb my hair
There's a chill in the air
And it's catching
Catching
I'm in no mood to comb my hair
There's a chill in the air
And it's catching
Ca...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
I'm Leaving
(Sunday Nights - The Songs of Junior Kimbrough)
Well, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving you babe
I'm going
Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry right no...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces
I slit my wrists with my swingline
Copied myself 500 times
I pierced my ears with a 3-hole punch
Ate 12 dozen donuts for lunch
But next week I'm a walk, next week I'm a walk:
And t...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Fiery Furnaces