SEEING THEM (Follow Close) [art-folk-suzanne] Forestville, CA 1 May 2001
I saw the Virgin Mary, she was smiling down at me, I wondered
"Are there virgins any more? And where do they keep them?
And she took me to her nipple and she fed me hope and muscatel
But when I closed my eyes she turned away and left me gasping
In the dark
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[chorus] Reality is never quite what is seems
New rules for the interpretation of dreams
We blaze a trail across the vacuum nation
Just follow close my track of ionization
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I saw St. Alessandra, she was pointing at the ruins, and she
Told us what to notice, and she told me when to sing, and how
But when my mouth was open, I just filled it up with foolishness
And sat there sitting silent while the lemon groves rolled past
And blew away [chorus]
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I saw the great Lord Krishna, he was sitting on a tiger, he asked
"Why are you forsaken? Have you lost the path of righteousness?"
He took me to his manhood and he took me to his godhood
But when I closed my eyes he turned away and left me gasping
In the dark [chorus]
UNLOCK ME, Saint Zita [ska] Forestville, CA 5 May 2001
Unlock me from my chains, St. Zita, unlock me from my life
Take me as your prisoner, I'll take you as my wife
Unlock me, unlock me, unlock me
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Razors spin away from us, translucent in the morning sun
You use your keys to break the maze,
twisting with the thunder (thunder)
Unlock me, unlock me, unlock me
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Take me to your work, St. Zita, take me to your bed
Unlock me from my servitude, unchain me from the living dead
Unlock me, unlock me, unlock me
GOOD EXCUSES [doo-wop] Forestville, CA 6 May 2001
"Gotta show me proof" said Saint Tom
He's the patron saint of skeptics
Even though he proved pretty easy to convince
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"Gotta give me juice" said 'gyptian Mary
Lovely patron saint of temple harlots
Even whores can find a good excuse, good excuse
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[chorus:] Gimme proof, gimme juice, gimme lotsa good excuses
Yeah gimme proof, gimme juice, I can work up some excuses
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"Gotta keep me loose" said Saint Joe
"Sure, you can screw my wife if you're a god
It ain't so odd, I need the job, the job the job"
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"Gotta keep me hot" said Joan of Arc
Gotta say, she brightend up a dark night
Even warrior goddesses need reasons to be lightning rods
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[chorus:] Gimme jobs, keep me hot, gimmee lotsa good excuses
Yeah gimme jobs, keep me hot, I can work up some excuses
I PRAYED TO SANTA ATTRACTA Forestville, CA 6 May 2001
I needed to win the diamond perfecta
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[chorus] And so I prayed to Santa Attracta
Santa Attracta, you're so damn attractive
I pray to you everyday, I pray to you everyday
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I needed to write a sultry sonata [chorus]
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I needed to locate some Triassic strata [chorus]
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[break:]
Santa Attracta, lead me to virtue, lead me to safety, lead me to health
Santa Attracta, lead me to wisdom, lead me to wealth that fell off the shelf
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I needed a brand new sexual tactic [chorus]
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I needed to find a long-lost narcotic [chorus]
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I needed to use a safe prophylactic [chorus] [break]
AN ORDINARY DAY (for St. Gennaro) Forestville, CA 14 May 2001
It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro
Drive the demons out of those cows
Cure some lepers of their dropsy
Light the sacred fires by sneezing
Take away my awful jock itch
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It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro
Convet a barbarian nation
Keep my potato field from flooding
Raise some Gypsies from the dead
Compose another beautiful hymn
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It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro
Divert a comet from its orbit
Give my cousin back his vigor
Wash off some vagabonds' feet
Wave away a forest fire
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It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro
His voice draws down some angels
His dried blood liquifies again
His feas is never overcooked
His powdered bones cure migraines
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It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro
It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro
It's an ordinary day for St. Gennaro...
(I'll Never Forget) SAINT ROSE Forestville, CA 17 May 2001
I lay with St. Rose on a mattress of thorns
She filled me with wonder, she filled me with worms
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[chorus]
I'll never forget St. Rose, Santa Rosa
Upon her autogyro
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I lay with St. Rose, she opened my heart
She chewed on the valves and massaged my aorta [chorus]
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I lay with St. Rose, she opened my mind
She sucked out my neurons and massaged my cortex [chorus]
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I lay with St. Rose, she opened my soul
She slurped up my sins and massaged my conscience [chorus]
(When It's) SAINT-BURNING TIME (In Nevada) [raggy] Santa Rosa, CA 12 March 2002
When it's saint-burning time in Nevada
We'll torch-up any saint who wanders by
We'll truss'em up with wire
And toss'em on the fire
And they'll smoke, and they'll smoulder, and they'll fry
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Yeah, we'll have ourselves an old-fashioned barbeque
Just like them cannibal athiests do
And then we'll maybe come looking for YOU
Are you maybe some kind of saint, too?
Are you maybe some kind of saint, too?
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[instrumental]
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When it's saint-burning time in Nevada
Them lonely coyotes will howl at the moon
They they'll lick their jaws
And they'll bark because / They know that
They'll be eating left-overs soon
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Then we'll drink some beers and we'll cheer some cheers
And we'll scare some steers and we'll chase some queers
That's how we live, just like the pioneers
Yeah, we'll burn any saint who comes near
Yeah, we'll burn any saint who comes near
ST. CECILIA AND ME [fast waltz] Santa Rosa, CA 14 March 2002
St. Cecilia, sing for me, sing in me, bite my tongue off
St. Cecilia, I'll sing for your too, I'll bite your tongue off too
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St. Cecilia, play your organ, play my organ, fast and holy
St. Cecilia, I'll play with you too, I can be holy too
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St. Cecilia, swirling bagpipes, biting trumpets, heavy metal
St. Cecilia, any style, any mode, just for you (you you)
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St. Cecilia, pierce my ears, pierce my heart, pierce my soul
St. Cecilia, stiletto music, I'll pierce your brain too
WHO'S AFRAID OF THEM SAINTS? [bump] Santa Rosa, CA 20 March 2002
Who's afraid of them saints? Who's afraid of them ghosts?
Who's afraind of them demons? Who's gonna scare ya most?
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Whatcha got against saints? Whatcha got against magic?
Whatcha got against love? Is yer love oh-so tragic?
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Whaddya say to them saints? Whaddya say to me?
Whaddya say to them demons? Who's gonna set ya free?
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Where did ya put yer saints? Where did ya put yer fears?
Where did ya put yer memories? When will ya let me near?
I WAS A SAINT [Pachelbel-like] Santa Rosa, CA 2 April 2002
I was a virgin, I never tasted that
I never got too horny, I never got too fat
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I was a saint, I never went there
Never coughed up blood, never coughed up hair
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I was so good, I never hurt a cat
Never cooked with spices. never cooked with fat
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I was an angel, only told good news
Never spread rumors, never spread the blues
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I was a virgin, I never did that
Never made babies, never got too fat
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I was a saint, I never went there
Only got martyred at the county fair
IN OLDEN TIMES (Kuan Yin) [eastern, quiet] Santa Rosa, CA 7 April 2002
In olden times / Kuan Yin was a girl
She was sold into slavery / by her parents
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In olden times / Kuan Yin was a slave
She was sold into death / by her parents
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In olden times / Kuan Yin was betrayed
But her executioners / took pity on her
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In olden times / Kuan Yin faced the tiger
Who licked her face / to taste her compassion
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In olden times / Kuan Yin's parents starved
She cut strips from her arms / and she made meat soup
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In olden times / Kuan Yin gave her flesh
To nurture her parents / her betrayers, her kin
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In olden times / Kuan Yin made sacrifice
Of her very flesh / of her very soul
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Now recognize / every meat is sacrifice
Every meat is a meal / every meat is a soul
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Now recognize / just what you're eating
Just what you're dreaming / is it you, is it me?
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In olden times / In olden times / In olden times
In olden times / In olden times / In olden times
In olden times / In olden times / In olden times
CYPRIAN AND JUSTINA [dream-like] Santa Rosa, CA 22 April 2002
My name it is Cyprian / And I love you, yes I love you
I was a great magician / Still I love you, yes I love you
Even though you are a Christian / But I love you, yes I love you
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Her name is Justina / And she remained a maiden
She took her baptism / Still she remained a maiden
She mesmerized this magician / But she remained a maiden
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I wanted her and took her / But she remained a maiden
I worked to ensorcel her / Still she remained a maiden
But never could I conquer her / And she remained a maiden
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So then I surrendered / And they martyred us, they martyred us
I also took baptism / Then they martyred us, they martyred us
It's sure Hell to be religious / They martyred us, they martyred us
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And now they call us saints, and now they call us saints
And now they call us saints, and now they call us saints
And now they call us saints, and now they call us saints
THEY CALL ME ST. DANIEL [techno] Santa Rosa, CA 23 April 2002
They call me St. Daniel, I live in the air
St. Daniel the Stylite, atop a tall pillar
I live on the pillar, I pray on the pillar
I eat on the pillar, I shit off the pillar
I sleep on the pillar, and God is so near
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They call me St. Daniel, I preach to the poor
I haven't a window, I haven't a door
I haven't a mattress, I haven't a floor
I pearch on the pillar and leave holy spoor
What more could I want? How could I want more?
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They call me St. Daniel, and blessed I am
For I am an uncomplicated man
The emperors ask me, the popes ask me too
For stylite pronouncements on what they must do
And before I die I'll climb down to the land
And chastise a king, then I'll climb back again
And never be tempted by tedious sin
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They call me St. Daniel, they call me St. Daniel
They call me St. Daniel, they call me St. Daniel
They call me St. Daniel, they call me St. Daniel
SHE MUSTA BEEN A SAINT [gospel] Santa Rosa, CA 24 April 2002
O She musta been a saint (been a saint, been a saint)
Cause she sat there smiling (just smiling, just smiling)
With those arrows in her back, in her tits, in her head
As she did my horoscope (horoscope, horoscope)
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[chorus:]
O she musta been a saint, yes she musta been a saint
O she musta been a saint, yes she musta been a saint
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Yah I think she was a saint (was a saint, was a saint)
Cause she looked so glorious (glory, glory, glory)
While she channeled that grace (that grace, that grace)
To my sorry ass (sorry ass, sorry ass) [chorus]
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She's a saint at Starbucks (Starbucks, Starbucks)
She's a saint on the road, on the wheel, on the air
She's a saint in Bethlehem when they're shooting
And the bodies are piling up (piling up) [chorus]
MO-N-MO ELMO [electro] Santa Rosa, CA 25 April 2002
I sailed the seventy seas
I saw St Elmo's Fire on fire
I tasted dragons in the night
And fed the signal fire
And dazzled with desire
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[chorus:]
Mo-n-mo, Elmo! Less-n-less, Elmo! Where am I, Elmo?
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Somewhere south of the Moon
The oceans are lit with fire
Electric eels dance in the waves
My heart is wrapped with wire
And keeps on going higher [chorus]
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St Elmo is taken from his bed
And cut open like a fish
His guts are pulled out and spun
To make a gods-eye like this
Strung out and spun like this [chorus]
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[instrumental] [chorus]
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You have good intestines
You'd make a good violin
Indulge me while I tune you in
ST. WINIFRED PLUCKED FROM THE DEAD [techno] Santa Rosa, CA 27 April 2002
The autumn sky was thick with rain
Hello hello, St. Winifred
You had a bad day, you lost your head
But you got it back again
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Leaves danced in the October wind
You turned from that young lordling's words
So he sliced your head off with a sword
The Earth opened and swallowed him
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I must have come as quite a shock
When you were beheaded by Caradoc
And then you were surprised as heck
When I stuck your head back on your neck
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The whippoorwills surge up and sing
St. Winifred, I scrubbed you down
And where your head fell to the ground
Another miracle, a healing spring
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Now winter snowbursts flail and flurry
St. Winnie, thank us aliens
For meddling with the ways of men
And now you'd better hurry (hurry)
SAINT VIDEO [rocker] Santa Rosa, CA 26 July 2002
I plugged MYself INTO Saint VIDeo
SAINT Video, SAINT Video (thump thump)
I felt BLESSings SHOOT thru my eLECtrodes
SAINT Video, SAINT Video (thump thump)
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GETting close to GOD in the VIDeo PARlor
SAINT Video, SAINT Video (thump thump)
SAINT VideO does me ONE way or anOTHer
SAINT Video, SAINT Video (thump thump)
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I squirted JUICE like an EPIleptic MORmon
SAINT Video, SAINT Video (thump thump)
ALL it TOOK was SAcred eLECtrons
SAINT Video, SAINT Video (thump thump)
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