Pricked In The Heart - The Fiery Furnaces

Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose

It might not be 3 o’clock in the morning like it seems

The little children will be prescient

And your young men will see shows

And your old men will dream dreams

I found a typescript double-spaced

Printed out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme)

In the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed

Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them

I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people

Waiting for the promise of her father («Whereof you heard of me») in the past

John baptized with water;

now, with wine

But don’t weep, he’ll make sure

Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last

In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet (and all around)

Megan, Mary, Lisa, and Kenisha gave it out, «Stick with me.»

Or you’ll reap the reward of iniquity

Cashed out and carried to possession of a plot of ground

Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath

Outside the bodega called Beautiful.

When it was whom

With Su and Kenisha, under a silver-leaf wreath

Called not fit to sit: might as well have come halt out your mother’s womb

I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people

Waiting for the promise of her father («Whereof you heard of me») in the past

John baptized with water;

now, with wine

But don’t weep, he’ll make sure

Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last

A light shined in the lodge and the chains slipped off her hands

So to speak: she packed up her things and she sailed to Cyprus

Sending greetings from Felix with a please to put Paul on

Misunderstands

Me, she, and her all went home (gave up the boast) and left Lisa to type us

I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people

Waiting for the promise of her father («Whereof you heard of me») in the past

John baptized with water;

now, with wine

But don’t weep, he’ll make sure

Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last