Saint Judas

by Mark Growden

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1.
Oh Love, the maker Love is a thief Oh Love, won’t you make me Won’t you make me believe Oh Love, the undertaker Diggin’ so deep Oh Love, won’t you take me Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Been on the both sides of a swingin’ fist Been on the both sides of a swingin’ fist Been on the both sides of a swingin’ fist Hit me so hard like a Judas kiss Judas Kiss. Oh, Judas Kiss Hit me so hard like a Judas kiss Down on my knees at the riverside Down on my knees at the riverside Down on my knees at the riverside This heart’s as broken as the raven’s cry A raven’s cryin’ . Oh, a raven cry This heart’s as open as the raven’s cry Oh Love, the maker, Love is a thief Oh Love, won’t you make me Won’t you make me believe Oh Love, the undertaker Diggin’ so deep Oh Love, won’t you take me Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Dig me a grave in the open plain Dig me a grave in the open plain Dig me a grave in the open plain Lower me down and pull me up again Up again. Oh, up again Lower me down and pull me up again Oh Love, the maker, Love is a thief Oh Love, won’t you make me Won’t you make me believe Oh love the undertaker Diggin’ so deep Oh Love won’t you take me Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please Won’t you take me please
2.
You come to me with ropes and knives But you can set those things aside Believe me All you need is your kiss, your eyes Sing your siren’s lullaby To slay me Come slice me like the crescent moon slices the sea Delilah I built this wall of 10,000 stones Just so you could break it down I’m waiting You’ve sent a hundred men to try But none of them could take my life Delilah You can have my locks You can have my sight You can have my breath You can have my might Delilah. Oh Delilah I built this ladder of 80 rungs One for every star you strung above me At the top you’ll find the shears That in your hands can cut me free Please send me back to the tailor who fashioned me Please send me back to the tailor who fashioned me Oh Delilah
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Saint Judas, Saint Judas, Saint Judas You got a shot glass scar on your forehead You got holes in the soles of both of your boots You’re a movie where the good guys are bad And the bad guys are good You like your whiskey neat As a military sheet So you drink it straight from the bag But the kiss on the lips that whiskey is kissin’ They ‘bout to execute an innocent man Saint Judas, With your noose on tight Saint Judas, Guide us through the night Saint Judas Bottoms up to ya, buddy ‘cuz somebody had to take the blame You got a stack of cash in your pocket Oh you sold him for the price of a slave But at the end of the day which of you is the slave? You both got your price to pay Oh, Jericho, it fell to the trumpets Oh and Heaven, it’s going to fall to the hounds Oh, but you’ll take your fall like a tightrope walker But you’ll never hit the ground No, no. You’ll be dancing on nothin’ David, he’s the Saint of the Poets Julian, he’s the Saint of the Clowns Oh well, now you’re the Saint of the Sinners, boy So won’t you buy us all another round? Oh buy us all another round Saint Judas, With your noose on tight Saint Judas, Guide us through the night Saint Judas Bottoms up to ya, buddy ‘cuz somebody had to take the blame Bottoms up to ya, buddy ‘cuz somebody had to take the blame Bottoms up to ya, buddy ‘cuz somebody had to take the blame Saint Judas
4.
When a butterfly flies toward the hands of Love Love would never rush her And when she goes to fly away Love would never crush her Of course, those dusty wings could never lift me Of course, those dusty wings could never lift me If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you If the stars could sing, they’d surely … If the stars could sing If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you If the stars could sing, they’d surely … If the stars could sing If the stars could sing, they’d surely sing of you
5.
Been in the Storm so long Singin’ we been in the Storm so long Singin’ oh, give us more time to pray We’ve been in the Storm so long The Rain, it is comin’ down Singin’ the Rain, it is comin’ down Singin’ oh, give us more time to pray We’ve been in the Storm so long The Wind, it is howlin’ now Singin’ the Wind, it is howlin’ now Singin’ oh, give us more time to pray We’ve been in the Storm so long
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7.
I thought I saw a shootin’ star It was a cigarette thrown from a trucker’s window Life can be as rough as a Mississippi highway Knock your daddy down for the count one, two, three The leaves are gonna fall The geese are gonna fly away I’m gonna drop my needle in the hay I’m gonna lay a fat kiss on the cold wet cheeks of Winter and watch her blush I’m gonna rub her clammy hands until her icy blue eyes begin to glimmer Oh, she make me shiver Oh, she make me shiver Life can be as rough as a Mississippi highway Knock your daddy down for the count one, two, three The leaves are gonna fall The geese are gonna fly away I’m gonna drop my needle in the hay Oh, I’m gonna lay a fat kiss on the cold wet cheeks of Winter and watch her blush I’m gonna rub her clammy hands until her icy blue eyes begin to glimmer Oh, she make me simmer Oh, she make me simmer Winter won’t you drop bit of Faith in my pocket Winter won’t you drop of Faith Winter won’t you drop bit of Faith in my pocket Faith in my pocket
8.
We gotta keep the fire burnin’ We gotta keep the fire burnin’ bright now We gotta keep the fire burnin’ Everybody holds a piece of the sun Everybody holds a piece of the sun Singin’, don’t you worry, no Don’t you worry no, no, no, no Don’t you worry Everybody holds a piece of the sun Everybody holds a piece of the sun Everybody holds a piece of the sun Singin’, don’t you worry, no Don’t you worry no, no, no, no Don’t you worry Everybody holds a piece of the sun Everybody holds a piece of the sun Everybody holds a piece of the sun We gotta keep the fire burnin’ We gotta keep the fire burnin’ bright now
9.
Snow’s deep. Blood in my teeth She’s gone Wind packs a drift at my back My paws split, they crack She’s gone If I had stepped right, kept her in sight We’d trot across the lake I should have smelled cold steel She’s gone Dark sky. Snow’s muzzle high She’s gone Trap jaw bites into her paw Sharp ice broke her fall She’s gone If I had chewed quick, broken and ripped Three legs she’d have today I should have smelled cold steel She’s gone
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Mark Growden’s first studio album of original songs in eight years, is a gorgeously evocative set of ‘Americana noir’ that finally matches the legendary energy of Growden’s live shows. His now-longtime backing band featuring guitarist Myles Boisen, acoustic bassist Seth Ford-Young, percussionist Jenya Chernoff, cellist Alex Kelly, and trumpeter Chris Grady provides an energetic complement to Growden’s voice, accordion, banjo and baritone saxophone. Digging deep in harrowing personal tales of suffering and redemption, Growden emerges with his best recording yet.

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released March 16, 2010

Mark Growden – vocal, accordion, handlebars, baritone sax
Alex Kelly – cello
Seth Ford Young – bass
Myles Boisen – guitar
Chris Grady – trumpet
Jenya Chernoff – drums
Produced by Oz Fritz and Mark Growden
Illustration by Mona Caron
Album design by Jenya Chernoff

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