Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seven Silver Curses, artist - The Fiery Furnaces. Album song Remember, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 18.08.2008
Record label: Thrill Jockey
Song language: English
Seven Silver Curses |
My little sister had a glass of wine |
No doubt a glass of wine too many |
«I bet he’s out right now with his Nazi whore |
That’s right, I said it, that’s what she is, and when he |
Finally saunters back at three or four |
Don’t let him in, put the chain on the door.» |
But of course I’d let him in, the jerk |
Now my silly little sister went to some vlachos coffee-grind reader |
And had a gypsy glint in her eye when she’d smirk |
«Since that’s how you feel, I know what to do |
Make sure she gets fixed before she takes him from you.» |
It’s a hot August night and my sister and I are creeping down south Halsted |
A storefront past a storefront stoop and a moon |
And a star and a placard that says Madame Maria’s |
«Tell me your troubles |
But five dollars first.» |
That’s what she said |
And of course, I thought the worst |
Charlatan, phony |
Fraud gypsy bitch whose Greek was bad and English was worse |
I held tight to my purse |
My sister did the talking and I looked down |
And tapped my foot and sort of twisted on one heel |
Madame pointed to corner |
And twisted her shawl |
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball |
I peered in despite myself |
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there |
Paying court to his mistress and stroking her hair |
I saw it for myself |
«I can’t believe it!» |
I cried |
Madame Maria said, «Well, I had a notion |
So before you came in, I prepared half a potion |
Now you must do the other half |
I wrote you a list |
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits by some |
Pollock I know in Evergreen Park |
And dip them in the potion and drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3: |
13 on Friday morning |
And then she’ll be gone, you’ll be rid of her!" |
Quick, for the potion, we have to get three dozen crabapples that fell off a |
raggedy old tree right in the southwestern corner of Columbus Park! |
Faster, we have to go up to Caputo’s Produce and Fruit Market on Harlem and get |
the garden snake that lives in the banana bin! |
Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer they have through |
the north-facing doors |
To the left by the shoe-shine boys in the lobby of the Monadnock building! |
And don’t be late, for you must get the silver out of the teeth of one George |
Karmalitis |
Who as we speak lies dead under a dirty wool blanket in the basement of the |
morgue of Laretto hospital |
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife! |
I wasn’t always an old maid |
I didn’t always walk down the street |
And have the children yell at me «Spinny Spinny the Spinster» |
And try to knock the hat off my head |
I had a fiancee, or he led me to believe I’d soon be his fiancee |
And I did believe him, as I had every reason to |
And I’d put on my best dress and we’d go dance at all the dances |
And I’d never let the boys from the barracks cut in |
They’d come out of Great Lakes, usually straight from the farm anyway |
And I’d never really let any of the country club beaus get a chance |
Those cream-colored summer suits were never cut to my taste anyhow |
And those Hyde Park fraternity fellas were out as a matter of course |
I don’t enjoy a man in red, so certainly not maroon, that’s for sure |
I only had eyes for my guy, see |
But one night he had said he wouldn’t be able to take me |
'Cause he hurt his shoulder and had his arm in a sling |
But I went anyway and saw him with another woman |
And she was wearing his ring |
The silver still smelled and smelted down quick into the copper or lead or |
whatever else it was |
And when the metal was still soft and hot you’d engrave the curse into it with |
a stylus from an old whale bone |
I thought for a second of what I might write |
Something a little different, but with the right sort of spite |
One of them asked panayia mou to make that blonde’s hair fall straight out |
The potion was ready back at the apartment |
And my sister and I mumbled and crossed ourselves when we dropped the curses in |
them |
And I thought of my husband |
My husband and her |
And I thought of me and him, of what we were |
I thought of our wedding day |
And I was happy, very simply happy |
Do you hear it |
A modest young woman’s simple contentment |
It’s probably a sunny day, and I think it was |
The birds were chirping |
And I felt like I was dancing on air |
But not very far off the ground |
I wonder if I knew even then that things wouldn’t always be perfect |
That one day he’d seek solace in the arms of another woman |
And that to win him back, to win him back, I’d have to do this |
On a hot August night everyone is asleep |
But the crows were watching, witching and my temple was twitching |
Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch |
Fountain, sweet fountain |
Fountain, sweet fountain |
Let your water react and turn the curses to fact and come true |
Fountain, sweet fountain |
Fountain, sweet fountain |
Let your water react and turn the curses to fact and come true |
And they do |
The instant we dropped them in, our hearts started to race |
And a wind came up off the lake; |
make no mistake, we felt something released |
out into the city |
And I swore |
And I swooned |
As I swept back somehow to Austin, I don’t remember how |
Scared of what I had wrought |
But terrified, I didn’t get what I had sought |
Oh Jimmy, where you been so long |
Oh Jimmy, where you been so long |
Oh Jimmy, where you been so long |
Oh Jimmy, where you been so long |
Oh Jimmy, where you been so long |
Oh Jimmy, where you been so long |
And as the clock struck eight the next morning |
My husband was next to me with a smile on his face |
And I looked, no blond hairs on his pajamas |
And it was as if I had been awakened from a bad dream |