Lyrics: Sinner & The Saint

Introduction by the Author

With a title inspired (read: stolen) from a Charlie Mingus jazz album (the late Mingus had the kind of personal life that led him to dedicate the "Black Sinner" album to his psychiatrist... and his jazz shouldn't be identified with any other generic label other than "craz-y". This is a simple -song, probably, because I fear its irony is either not detectable or not detectable enough - but that's the basis of a recurring nightmare I have where I'm trapped in a vicious circle where no-one can understand me, and my feet are hands, and... Well, I shan't go on.

Anyway, the narrator of this song is a man of god... And he don't take too kindly to unclean women... That's about the depth of it. I've posted this in case my band and their fans are interested in knowing the actual lyrical content which is most likely (going on every other gig I've ever been to) incoherent owing to a certain quantity of white noise being produced by drums/sound guy incompetence/room space/life...

So if these lyrics are disappointing, they should at least give that satisfaction of "ah, that's what the fuck he was saying"...

Sinner & The Saint

Rolling her words
With permission from her
Understanding is more
Than I like to offer

She lies around
On her back on the ground
She’s given up
On washing it off

Send a lease/Alise
To be sure...
To the sinner
A whore with a heart of gold...

On the tongue of a saint
Here lies her name
She should like to be said
By sterilized lips

But where is my mind
Thinking of her
Up in my tower where
Everything’s pure

CHORUS

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