The Fiery Furnaces

One of those blonde ladies had a certain hold on me. I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double Tree. I even let her use nephew's sea plane in the Bahamas for free. But she means nothing to me now. I tell myself that everyday: She means

I had a locket, a little silver charm, Given to me so to keep me out of harm. Canvasing the quayside trying to earn my keep, A killick tore it off my neck and threw it in the deep. And now I'll never, never, never feel like I am safe again And now I'

In my little thatched hut The blue-green grass grows by the brook I lounge and I look (I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look) For my own true love to return I'll go to the flower stall And get a violet to put in my jet-black hair And make him tell

Last day in May the afternoon Remember Black marks of charcoal from the dune Remember I thought it wouldn't be too soon We'll wait at least until it's June The twenty-ninth of March it rained Remember You'd look so sad that I explain Remember You kne