Seven Silver Curses

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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
 Ad 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
 Towards 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 right 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 off 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
 As 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 correct sort of spite
 One of them asked panayia mou to make that blonde's hair fall straight out
 The potion was ready back at my apartment
 And my sister and I mumbled and crossed ourselves when we dropped the curses in
 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
 3: 11!, 3: 12!, 3: 13!
 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

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Duration
01:39
Key
8
Tempo
142 BPM

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