I Want To Go To Borneo, by The Inconsolables

I Want To Go To Borneo

by The Inconsolables

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1.	I Want To Go To Borneo 02:43	lyrics	buy track
Two o'clock Sunday, a glass and a latchkey A thousand island dress in mum's car Desperate dancing and modern romancing Ooze through the drains like hot tar Violent lives roar on and heartbeats pulse in time Neon flickers off and on what I suppose is mine I want to go to Borneo Time gentlemen, please Yellow moon and the seas are boiling in the estuary The edge of the pier is so comfortably near And a thousand bodies swell behind me The eels turn to leeches - tarantula, hold my hand Wrench me from Echo Beach and out of Dixieland I want to go to Borneo Sunlight slices the green canopy - pad softly and with trepidation Bloated insects kiss the back of the neck for a slow sip of perspiration Through tree and mangrove crawl back to the house of bones Mother don't cry, I'm just not ready to come home I want to go to Borneo
2.	Piranha Shuffle 01:46	lyrics	buy track
Blood in the water Tiny Teeth!
3.	Lovers' Rock 03:55	lyrics	buy track
I see you’re drunk again – my dear, how I hate you I could light my cigarette with the stench Of wine, you whine, I sulk over coffee – spit in yours when you’re out of the room Scratching my records and pissing in my cupboards Our dinner is served cold off the wall Thank god for television as tears fall in the bathroom But I love you so, I love you so I’ve got a feeling we’re making each other unwell Got a funny feeling everything will turn out just swell You’re telling lies – you’re eyes are everywhere else Bloodthirsty and bloodshot, it’s just rude The rent is spent, the cat don’t wanna know us Can’t pick the broken claws from my skin You wish that boy upstairs liked me better You want your big sister for me I want to cry, I want to be selfish You and me for always and always I’ve got a feeling we’re making each other unwell Got a funny feeling everything will turn out just swell You know I feel ever so slightly sorry that we didn’t kill each other last year The time was right, now all we do is fight At least it keeps the ennui at bay Our mouths keep moving, plates keep on flying But London flats are so hard to find We watch ourselves wither in the sunshine of each other Too tired to run, run, run away I’ve got a feeling we’re making each other unwell Got a funny feeling everything will turn out just swell 2, 4, 6, 8…
4.	I Want To Be Selfish 01:37	lyrics	buy track
Me, me, me, me, me - I want to be selfish Selfish as the 1980s Selfish like a troubled teen Selfish as the friend who needs you Selfish like your squalling child I want to know what life is like to disregard everybody else's feelings Grown such a filthy word - let's claw back its beautiful meanings Me, me, me, me, me - I want to be selfish Selfish as the nouveau riche Selfish like Sarah, Sarah Selfish as the fucking homeless Selfish like a pussycat Won't be coming to your gig tonight, I won't stand for old ladies on the bus on the way Maybe soon I can even dispense with the pretence - be honest, be candid with you and say... Me, me, me, me, me - I want to be selfish

about

Recorded and Produced at Fortress Studios, London, by Kev Feazy and The Inconsolables.

credits

released July 26, 2007

Ed Zed: Vocals and Guitar
Varrick Zed: Vocals and Keytar
Seb Brennan: Keyboards and Backing Vox
Ric Chapman: Guitar
Cam Omoe: Bass
Magnus Alanko: Drums