Mason City
The Fiery Furnaces Lyrics


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Came a card marked Mason City
From my forwarder.
Shut the door, don't let my dad see;
Read aloud dear sir:

Understanding you account an upright gent-
lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent.
As agreed, my fee is 2.6 percent.
Write again the Riceville widow

SASE.
I would guess they'll be turned out though
I'll still make my plea:
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care,

Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair
To not give extensions, as they musn't dare.
Write Des Moines on several matters
And I near anoint,

Ladle thick the pleasant flatters,
And then comes the point;
Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said
As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead:

He shall need an extensionâ??so it read.
--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to West Madison for Christ's sake.

Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
None on the make.
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still.

But nowâ??Wait.
How are you my nabs?
Little tender footed crabs,
Meet my knuckle duster.

You geeched that gazoon's gow
Tried to break into the bow:
Go wipe your nose.
I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums,

Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.
Prussian who got jackered,
My snapper till your knockered,
Get on the snam.

The chivman wants your chip;
Better dummy up then go dip:
You're outta turn.
I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,





Even worse than the dicer stabber.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Fiery Furnaces’ song Mason City appear to be a collection of written correspondence, with the singer reading aloud from a card marked Mason City that they received from their forwarder. As they go through the letters, the singer highlights various financial and legal matters that need to be addressed, such as Aetna Life agreeing to lend to an upright gentleman and the Dunlay heirs potentially losing extensions from Banker’s Trust. The singer also mentions writing to Riceville Widow and Des Moines about matters of importance.


However, the tone of the song changes halfway through when the singer seems to shift their attention to a different situation entirely. They mention being on Crumb Hill and getting something to make their “hands still,” and then there is a sudden shift to threats of violence with the mention of a knuckle duster and confrontations with “noler knockums” and “buffer nabber[s].” The seemingly unrelated mentions of violence and crime contrast with the tone of the earlier correspondence, creating a disjointed and puzzling narrative.


Overall, the lyrics to Mason City seem to convey a sense of disconnectedness and confusion, with the singer reading through a collection of letters that may or may not be related to one another, before abruptly transitioning to a more violent and chaotic scenario. The meaning and message behind the song remain open to interpretation.


Line by Line Meaning

Came a card marked Mason City
I have received a letter from a place called Mason City


From my forwarder.
It was delivered to me by my forwarding agent


Shut the door, don't let my dad see;
I don't want my dad to see this letter, so please close the door


Read aloud dear sir:
Please read this letter out loud for me


Understanding you account an upright gent- lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent.
I understand that you are an honest man and that Aetna Life has approved a loan


As agreed, my fee is 2.6 percent.
I will charge a fee of 2.6 percent, as previously discussed


Write again the Riceville widow SASE.
Please write to the Riceville widow and include a self-addressed stamped envelope


I would guess they'll be turned out though I'll still make my plea:
Even though I think they will be rejected, I will still make my argument


If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care, Then the Banker's Trust will surely think it fair To not give extensions, as they musn't dare.
If the Dunlay heirs do not appear to be interested, then Banker's Trust will probably refuse to give them more time, as they shouldn't


Write Des Moines on several matters And I near anoint,
Please write to Des Moines about a number of issues that I consider to be important


Ladle thick the pleasant flatters, And then comes the point;
Start with some compliments, but then get to the point


Mr. Nelson wouldn't like to hear it said As he's too proud, so I do it in his stead: He shall need an extensionâ??so it read.
Mr. Nelson doesn't want me to say it, so I will say it for him: he needs more time


--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake; take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central, to West Madison for Christ's sake.
To get to West Madison, take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake, then take the Pere Marquette and the Michigan Central


Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers, None on the make.
I am surrounded by workers, but none of them are trying to make something


Up for shade on Crumb Hill Get something to make my hands still.
I am going up to Crumb Hill to rest in the shade and find something to occupy my hands


But nowâ??Wait.
Hold on a moment


How are you my nabs?
How are you doing my friends?


Little tender footed crabs, Meet my knuckle duster.
Hello weaklings, meet my brass knuckles


You geeched that gazoon's gow Tried to break into the bow: Go wipe your nose.
You messed with that guy's head and tried to steal from him: go clean up your act


I'm just hanging out with some noler knockums, Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.
I'm just spending time with some loafers, waiting for my turn to come


Prussian who got jackered, My snapper till your knockered, Get on the snam.
The German who got drunk: my revolver is still good, so get on your way


The chivman wants your chip; Better dummy up then go dip: You're outta turn.
The thief wants your money, so shut up and leave: it's not your turn


I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber, Even worse than the dicer stabber.
I discovered that the lowest form of life is someone who just watches and does nothing, even worse than someone who is violent




Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER

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