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on poor Jack's back
Till the flesh bled every blow

O the next thing they put him in the malting kiln
Thinking to dry his bones
And the worst of all they

aint got the fare
Just walk east with that gurgling child
The sea will send you there
Weighed down below the water
Thats where youll find the boy
Dry all

Black-Hearted Boy

The Fiery Furnaces

Bitter Tea

2006

Moonlight white
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again

See the smoke from your kiln
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog
As I stand

joy and purity
Tongue is sweet
Absinthe is dry now
Time has swallowed and spat us right out
I turn and say can we do this again
You laugh oh darling

tak' it.''

Then hey for the mill and the kiln,
The garland and gear for my cogie,
And hey for the whisky and gill,
That washes the dust frae my craigie.

Save your qualms for the morning
Dry out your laundry stretch your legs and breathe

I'm a message in a bottle
I'm a message on a shore in a bottle
I'm

Save your qualms for the morning
Dry out your laundry stretch your legs and breathe
I'm a message in a bottle, bottle
I'm a message on a shore in

Come on out and create in clay
where the hawks and ravens fly
where wheels turn and kilns burn and the wells are running dry

Kim and Mishy will

Lucid Lucy, our Lady of Lourdes
She's so old
No one remembers
Her family celebrates her
Every December
Always on a Sunday
When they close the dry goods

can sip infinity, till the tears run dry
Tuck away your secrets but they never lie
Stoke the kiln now cast out rising above from the ashes of Babylon

ain't on this page
And the leather pen
Just dries and cracks
And like an ice-cream in a kiln
I feel I've melted you away
And I don't wontcher back
And now