I SAT AND DRANK SOME WINE (fast tom-tom) Minori, IT 16 April 2001
I sat and drank some wine at a cafe on the coast
There was salt spray in the air and anchovies up my nose
[chorus:] I sat and drank some wine (2x)
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I sat and drank some wine, there were people moving past
They were walking hand in hand, they were spinning 'round like whiplash
[chorus]
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I sat and drank some wine, I was thinkin'bout your face
I was thinkin'bout your skin, I was thinkin'bout your skinny legs
[chorus]
--
[break:] The wind was red and white and pink
The wine was from Italy or from Fresno, I think
[instrumental]
--
I sat and drank some wine, there were mopeds whizzing past
I thought about some poetry, I thought about your ass
[chorus][instr][fade]
JUST A PARTY ANIMAL (slow boogie blues piano) Minori, IT 16 April 2001
She scrunched her bed around so she wouldn't whack the furniture
Just a party animal so late at night, late at night
The moon reflected off the pool like silver on the sea
So I guess ev'rything's all right, all right, all right
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She rolled her head around so she wouldn't shake her brains loose
Just a party animal up on the second level (level)
Some all-night pasta whispered in on the east wind
So I guess we all want some more, want some more, some
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[break:] The quarter-past-ten bells are ringing
The lights are all out in the crypt and it's locked
The last cookie crumbs are blowing off the Duomo steps
The neon saints are smiling at the wave-splashed rocks, rocks, rocks
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She's walking in her dreams down a sun-infested mountainside
Just a party animal with sweaty hair, sweaty hair
The path leads around into another reality
So I guess that we're almost there, almost there, there
So I guess that we're almost there...
ON THE ROAD AGAIN (folk-jazz) Minori, IT 17 April 2001
Just / past the hill / on the road / from the Bay of Naples
She / said she wanted / to kill more time / but the time was gone
The wind blew in the window / Green birds hid from the sun
Her eyes / were nearly / the color / of persimmons
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Just / past the road / down the hill / into Positano
She / looked at me / or maybe / at the cliffs gone falling
The wind blew through our hair / the cliffs shimmered in fog
Her eyes / colored dots / from the shine / of reflections
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[break:] Some smoky climbs, some mandarin chimes, some old grapevines
Some tangled lines, some laughing crimes, some old sunken shrines
Some lemon wines, some days that shine, but we're out of time
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Just / past the bay / on the road to / Vietri sul Mare
She / said the dreamed / of the tastes / but the tastes fade fast
She looked like the grotto queen / nourishing the world (the world)
Her eyes / pinpointed / in the glare / of the cliffs gone burning
DONCHA WORRY 'BOUT ME (buzz rock) Minori, IT 17 April 2001
You were steaming to Athens when your ship went down
All hands lost off the north coast of Malta
You called the next morning from an office in Cairo, said
[chorus:] "Doncha worry 'bout me, I've got my ways"
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You were flying to Denver when your plane went down
Some fragments were found in Lake Superior
Your email came in the next day from Anchorage, said [chorus]
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[break:] What kind of ways are these? (3x)
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You were de-orbiting when your shuttle broke up
Three radars traced the final trajectory
You popped up on my doorstep the next afternoon, said [chorus (3x)]
PACKAGED EXPERIENCE (rappish) Minori, IT 17 April 2001
Hey hey Alexandro, don't be such a bad bad boy
Don't pinch the women's butts when the lights go out
Even though they're British, vacationing in Italy
That's no longer part of the packaged experience
Just bring around the wine and be a good good boy
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Hey hey there Ricardo, doncha be such a bad boy
Don't piss on the monuments in sunny Italy
Even though yer bladder's full and they charge for the toilets
That's no longer part of the packaged experience
Just drink less wine at lunch and be a good good boy
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Hey hey Bella Maria, don't be such a bad bad girl
Don't show yer tits off to the fat Gringo tourists
Their faces just get redder and they'll have their heart attacks
That's no longer part of the packaged experience
Just say your rosary and be a good good girl
IS YOU OR? Minori, IT 17 April 2001
Is you is or is you ain't?
Is you sin or is you saint?
Is you here or is you h'ain't?
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Is you do or is you don't?
Is you limp or is you bon't?
Is you will or is you won't?
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Is you here or is you dair?
Is you fool or is you fair?
Is you bald or is you hair?
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Is you can or is you can't?
Is you real or is you fantasy?
Is you calm or is you frantic?
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Is you young or is you old?
Is you hot or is you cold?
Is you buyin' or is you sold?
UFO Boat, UFO Bar Erchie, IT 17 April 2001
The UFO Boat flies the Tyrhennian sea
Past squirty-titted virgins and ancient sunken gardens
And hill towns that haven't slid off the rocks yet
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The UFO Boat flies the Amalfitano coast
Doesn't have to do abduction, people pay to get aboard
And be carried off across a wine-dark sea
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The UFO Boat flies past the Grotto 'Smereldo
The aliens are vibrating their tentacles with glee
Breaking out fresh implants just for you and me
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The UFO Bar has landed in Salerno
Its globular form sits above the new suburbs
Another big earthquake, another batch of customers
--
The UFO Bar sits by Salerno's stadium
Right next to the beaches where the troops came in
Another soccer match, another batch of implantees
--
The UFO Bar oversees coastal traffic
Beaming all the latest back to the mothership
Another hydrofoil, another batch of specimens
TWO ENGLISH GIRLS Cetara, IT 17 April 2001
Two English girls in the hills
Walking in the rain with a dog
The dog adopted them, the rain adopted them
Two English girls in the hills
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Two English girls in wet shorts
Climbing up a path in the rain
The dog splashes water all over their bare legs
Two English girls in wet shorts
--
Two English girls take a room
I'll poor them cognacs in the blackout
Taking a hot shower that lasts a late hour
Two English girls take a room
--
[break:]
We soap up a lather, slowly exclaim 'Rather!'
And pour some more cognacs, and soap up again
[instrumental]
--
Two English girls back in Dorset
Telling the office 'bout their lark
Leave out the part 'bout a wet night in the dark
Two English girls back in Dorset
WHENEVER SHE SMILES Cetara, IT 17 April 2001
Fog drifts through her hair / Sparkles on her neck run loose
Light flashes on her teeth / Whenever she smiles, she smiles
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Wind sighs past her ears / Sparkles on her cheeks slide off
Light flashes on her raindrop chin / Whenever she smiles, she smiles
--
[break:] She smiles a little more / She smiles a little less
She smiles and I confess / Whatever there is to confess
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Fish swim through her eyes, sparkles on her tongue sink in
Light flashes on her starry toes / Whenever she smiles, she smiles
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Night swirls down her throat / Sparkles on her wings shoot out
Light flashes from her aureoles / Whenever she smiles, she smiles
FAR BEHIND FLYING (hypnotic/bluesy) over Iceland 18 April 2001
The waves are far below, the whales are far below, the ice is far below
I barely see the clouds, I barely see the clouds, I barely see the clouds
--
The sun is far behind, the wind is far behind, the ink is far behind
I barely hear the words, I barely hear the words, I barely hear the words
--
[break:]
The shadows on your body shift and break
The words in your voice give and take
--
The rain is far behind, the sweat is far behind, the storm is far behind
I barely feel the love, I barely feel the love, I barely feel the love
I barely feel the love, I barely feel the love, I barely feel the love
LEFT ON A JET PLANE FLYING (techno-rappish) over Greenland 18 April 2001
I left on a jet plane, now look where it's got me
Sky-high with bad flicks and strange food and you
Small bottles to steal from the food-service carts
--
I left on a jet plane, now look where I am
Crushed into torturous seating arrangements
Looking out portholes for more UFOs
--
I left on a jet plane, now check my blood pressure
Measure the main in my knees and my thighs
Suck my bones dry, see how well *I* can fly
--
I left on a jet plane (10x)
I JUST WANNA BE ABDUCTED FLYING (medium bluegrass) over Greenland 18 April 2001
Have you been abducted lately? Was it better than staying home?
Did the aliens keep you company, or leave you alone?
Did they insert sexy implants, right next to your bone?
--
[chorus:] O I just wanna be abducted by aliens again!
Yeah sure, I just wanna be abducted by aliens again!
--
Have you been up to the mothership? Did they let you drive?
Do you think they value you more dead, or alive?
Did they speak a mental language, or some old alien jive? [chorus]
--
Would you rather be abducted and have hot alien sex?
Or be turned into a cyborg, dead below your neck?
Are fully integrated into their telepathic nets? [chorus]
BITE ME FLYING over Greenland 18 April 2001
Bite my leg again, I need to feel your teeth sink in
Watch the blood drip down your chin, watch you smile
--
Tell me about Scotland, about how good the whiskey is
About the strong scent of horse piss, in the spring
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Take me seriously, no matter what else I say
Whatever I look like the next day, wearing your clothes
--
Don't use weapons now, just your naked nails and teeth
Treat me like a side of raw beef, immune from MadCow
A LONG FLIGHT FLYING (fast bluegrass) over Baffin Island 18 April 2001
O it's a long long flight across the icecap
3 martinis, 7 spritzer and some pills
I can't sleep but there's no need to be conscious
No mud-wrestling, cockpit sex, or random kills
They took away my guns before I boarded
So I can only target-practice in my fan-ta-sies
Line'em up (da da da) Mow'em down (da da da)
One more squeeze (da da da, da da dah, dum dum)
--
O if I had a bomb I'd prob'ly set it off right now
That's the only thing to give me any hope
Airline travel is so painful and confining
I can hardly chew my way through all these ropes
I've run screaming bloody naked through the cabin
But nobody notices, they're all doped up too-too-too
Say a prayer (da da da) If you dare (da da da)
Start to chew (da da da, da da dah, dum dum)
--
[break:] overbooked, overcooked, overlooked it's tough
So belated, not sedated, nearly nearly nearly enough
--
[instrumental couplet]
The flight attendants smile, a vacant rictus
If we off'em all, no jury will convict us
Ready, aim (da da da) Fire again (da da da)
Here's for pain! (da da da, da da dah, dum dum)
OTHER SONGS - posted in the PASSIONS OF THE SAINTS song-cycle variously around Minori
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