SHE WANTS TO KILL A SAINT [ska] Forestville, CA 12 Mar 2000
She wants to kill a saint tonight
The party's winding down
And she wants to kill a saint
--
All her friends are there
There's no more time to waste
And she wants to kill a saint
--
Let's crucify St. Andrew
St. Dracula's by his side
And she wants to kill a saint
--
St. Peter's watching from above
Eyes are filled with tears
And she wants to kill a saint
--
[bridge:] She's pouring the gas
She's lighting the match
So sit back and watch
--
Another saint's going off to heaven
That makes eleven
And she wants to kill a saint
TIME AND TIDE Samoa, Calif 29 Sept 2000
O angels in the backfield, look down on me -- what do you see?
I'm alone with horned & winged creatures, there's no-one to help me
My time is broken, my hope is broken, my mirrors have failed me
I'm gripped by time, devoured by years, forgotten by eternity
--
[chorus] Saints lost in the tide, sinners lost in time
All of us forever lost in games, lost in dreams
--
Snowflakes fall softly, I feel not their weight, I feel not their heat
O demons in the foreground, what do you need, where do you feed?
The fire-opals of your eyes flash with overpowering laughter & speed
The music you vomit surrounds my head, my heart, my hands, my feet
[chorus]
--
I'll confess my crimes, what crimes? Any crimes, why any crime you want
I'll destroy my letters, what letters? Any letters, any letters I ever sent
O godlings in the undergrowth, stop your loveplay, stop your punishment
Why do I have to seek your truths in the patterns in the pavement?
[chorus]
--
[break] I'm guilty of murder (but aren't we all?) and I'm guilty of innocence
I plead no contest, I'm ready to fall, and I'm triply guily of forgetfulness
--
Electron beams rip thru the ether, rip thru my flesh, rip thru my soul
I'm stitching the pieces together, Frankenstein immortality by remote control
The psychic vampires laugh again, drag me along on their midnight stroll
O monsters in the mist, how can I tell if any of you are really holy?
[chorus]
LIFE AND DEATH Trinidad, Calif 30 Sept 2000
(whisper 'saints' over 'dead', 'sinners' over 'living)
Talk to the dead, talk to the living
Walk with the dead, walk with the living
Eat with the dead, eat with the living
Sleep with the dead, sleep with the living
Fun with the dead, fun with the living
Run to the dead, run to the living
Laugh with the dead, laugh with the living
Spaz with the dead, spaz with the living
--
The distinction between life and death is too close to see
The distinction between life and death is too close for me
--
Shop with the dead, shop with the living
Hop with the dead, hop with the living
Pray with the dead, pray with the living
Slay with the dead, slay with the living
Look at the dead, look at the living
Cook with the dead, cook with the living
Spray on the dead, spray on the living
Stay with the dead, stay with the living
ARCHANGELS [bright Celtic jig] Carlotta, Calif. 3 October 2000
Archangels cavorting in front of my face
Archangels crawling all over my body
Archangels dancing thru my dreams
Archangels oozing from all my openings
--
Archangels telling me right from wrong
Archangels singing Arabian melodies
Archangels leading me into the fire
Archangels abusing my sensibilities
--
Archangels raking you over the coals
Archangels giving you multiple orgasms
Archangels brewing you herbal tea
Archangels tuning your motorcycle
--
Archangels feeding you peach preserves
Archangels optimizing your interfaces
Archangels slicing your breasts to shreds
Archangels telling me all your secrets
--
Archangels screwing saints and demons
Archangels healing lepers and mobsters
Archangels delivering divine messages
Archangels inducing hallucinations
--
Which archangels d'ya really want?
Which archangels d'ya really need?
Which archangels d'ya really trust?
Which archangels d'ya really bleed?
BEAUTIOUS SAINT PULCHERIA Forestville CA 1 Nov 2000
St. Pulcheria, your pulchritude inspires me, inflames me
St. Pulcheria, your fiery soul refreshes me, renames me
Can we do miracles? Can we do magic? Can we do lunch?
--
St. Pulcheria, you disinterred my body from oblivion
St. Pulcheria, you've burnt some heretics and Babylon
Can we make fire? Can me make fear? Can we make love?
--
St. Pulcheria, I'm forever lost in your naked glory
St. Pulcheria, I'm deeply entranced by your Spanish fly
Can we do life? Can we do death? Can we do lunch?
CAVING WITH ST. TEDDY [rappish] Forestville CA 1 Nov 2000
I grooved on Theodosius:
"St. Teddy of the Caves, hey dude!
Let's crawl around your vast domains
And drag along some slaves with 'tudes
To clear away the fried remains
Of those poor suckers in the chutes!"
--
Theodosius just grinned
He ain't no ordinary saint
He ain't no sanctimonius h'aint
He know the joys of having sinned
He pulled on his good caving boots
And gave his nose some loving toots
--
[break] Crawling to meditate deep down in the dark
Climbing to masturbate up here in the park
--
Saintly Theodosius:
We're just like brothers, me and him
Except he's got humungous fungus
Growing all over his skin
And that's why he's a deep-down saint
And all his loves are rather faint
--
[break] Taking his sox off and laying down
Gettin his rocks off 'way underground
--
Theodosius, St Teddy (4x)(fade)
SMALL-TOWN SAINTS [acoustic rocker] Hilton, CA 6 Nov 2000 *
(bum bum bum bum)
I live on a small world / It's got those small-world pains & joys
It's got that small-world weekend bar-room noise
When the girls and boys come to town, they hit the small world
--
(bum bum bum bum)
I live on a small world / It's got those small-town spirits & saints
It's got those small-town demons & h'aints
Making lotsa noise every night in the small world
Doin' bad & good in every 'hood in my small world
Eatin' lotsa souls in every hole in my small world
--
[instrumental]
--
[break] The small-town saints, they smoke too much, they drink too much
They don't think too much, don't do nothin' 'bout the small-town troubles
The small-town saints, they ain't too strong, they ain't too wrong
They can't match the fury of the small-town devils
--
I've got that small-world magic / Make those small-world sacrifices
Pray to any god that suffices / Find a way to thrive and survive
Work those small-world tragedies / They sometimes bring ya to yer knees
Every now & then, right here on my small world
(bum bum bum bum)
DON'T FOCK WITH SAINT AGNES [rap'n'chant] Forestville 9 Nov 2000
[gregorian chant awhile - then techno rap beat - then harsh voices]
[chorus] Don't fock around with St. Agnes (bada-bada-BOOM)
Don't fock around with St. Agnes (bada-bada-BOOM-BOOM)
[instrumental, more chanting, seagulls]
--
She's such a lovely girl, O she's got me in a whirl (BOOM)
I wanna grab her bod, but I'm really scared of her god (BOOM)
She's sitting by his side, she's his prepubescent bride (bada-BOOM)
[chorus]
--
She didn't think humans were good enough to bed (BOOM)
She gave Jesus her maidenhead & (BOOM-BOOM!) now she's dead (BOOM)
Some rotten Roman thoat went & stabbed her in the throat (bada-BOOM)
[chorus]
--
She's tiny and she's shiny and she's never ever whiny (BOOM)
She's zoomy and she's roomy and she's hardly ever gloomy (BOOM)
I can't tell if she's hazy or she's holy or she's horny (bada-BOOM)
[chorus]
SANTA ALESSANDRA AMALFI Minori, IT 7 April 2001
Saint Alex is a good girl, not too young, not too old
With hair like spun nightmares and words like spun wind
--
[chorus:]
Santa Alessandra has taken me away (3x)
--
Saint Alex sends her smiles down on wave of purest sin
Each tooth biting in my heart like holy acid rain [chorus]
--
Saint Alex walks above the sea and swings beneath the moon
She blesses us just enough, not too late, not too soon [chorus]
SURROUNDED BY SAINTS AND MADONNAS AMALFI [electro-tango] Minori, IT 7 April 2001
I'm surrounded by saints & madonnas
They cut holes in me with burning eyes
They pollute the air with burning hearts
They're so architectural
--
I'm surrounded by madonnas & saints
They feed the world with squirty tits
The feed me with bread filled with eyes
They have potent herbs
--
I'm surrounded by saints & madonnas
They're filled with bloody holes
They have flip-up enlarged pubes
They hum so loudly
--
I'm surrounded by madonnas & saints
They glide down the alleyways
They dance with epileptic glee
They're getting much closer
I SAW SAINT PETER AMALFI [dreamy, slow] Minori, IT 7 April 2001
I saw St. Peter rising from the water like Poseidon on his chariot of kelp
With a fish in one hand and a hook in the other and his nose textured like silk
--
I heard St. Peter screaming out a song about some wet, watery grave
And all the fishermen he protects know just what kind of funeral they'll have
--
I saw St. Peter with an octopus wrapped around him, biting his eye
The ink and blood swirled down together, into every corner of the bay
--
I felt St. Peter reach behind and cast a trident into the moon's heart
And every sail is a sailor of dreams, a sailor of fate
T.A.P. (Trofimena, Apollonia, Pietro) AMALFI [fast 2-beat] Minori, IT 16 April 2001
Santa Trofimena, protect me O protect me
Santa Apollonia, please don't pinch me with your pliers
O Mighty San Pietro, don't let the fishies eat me
I am lost in the fire, in the fire, in the fire
--
[chorus:] T.A.P. - O, they're A.O.K. with me (3x)
--
Santa Trofimena, why do cows lay at your feet?
Santa Trofimena, keep the Saracens away
Santa Trofimena, I will name my daughter for you
I am lost in the night, in the night, in the night [chorus]
--
Santa Apollonia, our lady of the hand tools
Sweet Apollonia, cast your lucid smile my way
Ask Santa Lucia to please to help me with my visions
I am lost in the hills, in the hills, in the hills [chorus]
--
[break:] How many saints surround us? How many saints are enough?
How many saints can we call to our homes,
to our hearts, to our lives?
[instrumental]
--
Please San Pietro, I'm afraid of the water
O wow, San Pietro, I don't know how to swim
Blessed San Pietro, I don't want to die by drowning
I am lost in the sea, in the sea, in the sea [chorus]
--
[break][instrumental][1st verse][repeat chorus & fade]
Note: this song was previously titled T.L.P. (Trofimena, Lucia, Pietro)
because when I first saw a statue of Santa Apollonia with pliers, she was
on the facade of the Chruch of Santa Lucia in Minori, and I thought she
was Santa Lucia. Silly me. I now stand corrected, and so does this song.
There are many depictions of Santa Apollonia holding pliers or pincers (her
teeth were torn out, so she's patron saint of dentists) and of Santa Lucia
holding a dish containing two eyeballs (her eyes were ripped out, so she's
patron saint of optometrists.) (And I don't want to know about the
patron saint of proctologists.)
CONSTRUCTION AMALFI [techno-hop] Minori, IT 16 April 2001
Saints made of stone, saints made of blood and fire
Saints made of iron, saints made of hot desire
--
[chorus:] Saints who speak with voices that we hear, or do we really?
Saints under construction, under construction, under construction
--
Saints made of moss, saints made of cold silicon
Saints made of wood, saints made of hot infection [chorus]
--
Saints polished bright, saints full of mousy holes
Saints wrapped in black, saints glowing with snail trails [chorus]
--
Saints made of ice, saints made of dreams and hopes
Saints smoking in the forest, saints smoking good dope [chorus]
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