St. Sinner Orchestra with David Molinari 6/27/25 @ The Stray

1. I am so far from home and all alone
but somehow I feel close
when I'm watching your TV shows.
They show me who you are,
the things that spark, the loves, the fears,
so deep in your heart of hearts.

2. I see the pretty things that lure you in,
the hungering, the jealousies
that make you crazy.
But mostly it's the petty things
that fill your weeks—
the comfort foods, the glowing screens
distract you from your pain.

Oh, you puny humans.

3. Your day's extent is eating breakfast,
sending texts and planning next
who you'd have sex with.
But it's perplexing: though it flexes,
no one frets at how defenseless
the human neck is.

Oh, you puny humans.

I won't shed a tear for you.
No, I won't shed a tear.
I won't shed a tear for you.
No, I won't shed a tear.
I won't shed a tear for you.
I won't shed a tear for you.

4. This won't hurt a bit.
Just think of it as an adjustment,
a gentle judgement or a quiet apocalypse.
You won't feel a thing until you wake,
you might feel something missing.
(But there's always something missing.)

Oh, you puny humans.

No one can hear your screams.
They only echo in my dreams.
This is my reality:
I am alone, but free.
I am alone, but free.
I am alone.

I am so far from home,
with so far to go.
I watch the lightyears pass
in such a dark and lonely place.
I am alone, but free.

1. Raindrops explode and combine;
they stream down the window panes in the night.
Cars pass in brief bursts of light;
shine like stars falling from night skies.

We're holding on for dear life.
We're holding on for dear life.
We're holding on for dear life.

2. Warm breath exhaled, intertwined;
this breath, is it yours? Is it mine?
Can two hearts resonate, synchronize?
As the universe keeps time,

We're holding on for dear life.
We're holding on for dear life.
We're holding on for dear life.
This night will never end.

1. St. Valentine,
can you share a little wisdom?
You were chaste, but love’s your business.
It’s your day, but it’s my daily burden.

My love and I, we have our holiday traditions,
like the way we ruin Christmas
and anniversaries
over stupid things like the dishes.

It’s never perfect.

2. St Valentine,
Do you take prayers from weary lovers
who aren’t looking for another, but wonder
how they turned into business partners or brothers?

Why does love seem so perfect at a distance?
Does the consummation kill it?
Wondering if it’s worth it,
when it’s never perfect.

It’s never perfect.

3. St. Valentine,
you were a saint, but I’m sinner.
I pray the pain of love won’t kill me,
but I’m afraid that prayer’s not working.

It’s never perfect.

1. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,
and whatever the cold wind blows.
Iron to rust, and flames in the grass—
you just don't know.

You just don't know when your day will come,
but your ending is clear.
No one's sure where we go,
but I'm sure it won't be here,
but I'm sure it won't be here.

I don't need a cross of ashes
because I'm already marked
with a curse of death and dispassion
that I wear like a scar.

I don't need a cross of ashes
to remind me that I'm dirt's favorite son.
I was born of dust, and to dust I'll pass,
and I'm almost already gone,
I'm almost already gone.

2. I'm paying for sins I have yet to commit.
I was born with veins filled with bitter blood.
I suffer the sting of poison that Adam bit.
Haven't I had enough. . .

Enough remorse for my father's sins?
We're all sacks of dirt in the end.
You can sing your songs,
but in your dry heart you know:
it's your own grave you're digging,
it's your own grave you're digging.

I don't need a cross of ashes
because I'm already marked
with a curse of death and dispassion
that I wear like a scar.

I don't need a cross of ashes
to remind me that I'm dirt's favorite son.
I was born of dust, and to dust I'll pass,
and I'm almost already gone,
I'm almost already gone.

3. I was born alone and I'll die alone;
in between, I'll spend some loneliness with you.
We'll share our dirt and we'll call it love—
it's all we can do.

All we can do in the meantime,
until the wind sweeps us on,
is huddle close against the cold—
but it still chills me to the bone,
but it still chills me to the bone.

I don't need a cross of ashes
because I'm already marked
with a curse of death and dispassion
that I wear like a scar.

I don't need a cross of ashes
to remind me that I'm dirt's favorite son.
I was born of dust, and to dust I'll pass,
and I'm almost already gone,
I'm almost already gone.

** Join us in singing along with the music included at the bottom of this page! **

1. Do you remember
the night we fell in love?
We were closer than a kiss,
pressing hip to hip,
and I said, “I can’t…
I just can’t get enough.”

We were drinking
to St. Patrick and our love.
I said, “God bless the holy saint
of water and of drink!”
And you laughed, “Maybe…
maybe you’ve had enough.”

2. This year
your kiss was quick, my drink was long.
Do I think another round
will finally drown
this feeling
that we’ve been two
islands all along?

There’s an ocean; an ocean;
There’s an ocean; an ocean;
There’s an ocean between me
and my love.

3. St. Patrick,
you sailed the sea to set sinners free.
If ever there was a soul
adrift and alone,
St. Patrick,
it is me.

There’s an ocean; an ocean;
There’s an ocean; an ocean;
There’s an ocean between me
and everyone I love.

Jesus Christ, I need a miracle:
like water into wine, or life for Lazarus.
‘Cause all I have now is the party trick
of turning beer into piss.

And I can’t…
I just can’t get enough.

1. The days are hot and the nights are long;
which is exactly what you would think that we’d all want.
But as the summer dragged on it didn’t seem so dreamy–
I got on your nerves and you got bored and mean.

2. By the fourth of July it reached a fever pitch:
you called me drunk and useless
and I called you a (something I regret).
To avoid more fireworks, you took a trip with some friends.
I stayed behind and went on a three day binge.

I was hoping for an endless summer;
now I’m just looking for a place to land.
I’m as high as a kite and I might have just cut my string.

There’s a fine line between freedom
and free floating in the wind.
And I’m wondering if I can ever make it back again.
Am I the only one who wishes summer would end?

3. Wake at noon and it all comes back:
the smell of suntan lotion and the sweet taste of regret.
Why am I wired to betray everyone I love?
I’m a ticking bomb– get too close and I’ll blow both of us up.

I was hoping for an endless summer;
now I’m just looking for a place to land.
I’m as high as a kite and I might have just cut my string.

There’s a fine line between freedom
and free floating in the wind.
And I’m wondering if I can ever make it back again.
Am I the only one who wishes summer would end?

If I survive this sweltering summer
and make it through another fall.
I’ll wait out the winter and joke that I’ve been through hell.
But it’s no joke. The way I’m headed
I’ll be a broken, empty man–
drift away like the summer sand.

Am I the only one who wishes summer would end?
Am I the only one who wishes?
Am I the only one

who was hoping for an endless summer?
Now I’m just looking for a place to land.
I’m as high as a kite and I might have just cut my string.

There’s a fine line between freedom
and free floating in the wind.
And I’m wondering if I can ever make it back again.
Am I the only one who wishes summer would end?

1. As the year slowly unraveled,
I saw the little hope I had unwind.
It seemed the only thread remaining
led away from here to a different life.

Maybe this time I'll get it right.
Maybe this time I'll finally get it right
if I leave it all behind.

2. No one's gonna miss me.
No one will apologize.
And I thought this time was different—
how could I have been so blind?

Maybe this time I'll get it right.
Maybe this time I'll finally get it right
if I leave it all behind.

From town to town,
from place to place,
it's all the same.
From time to time
I wonder why things never change.

3. I keep my options open—
my expectations low, but my hopes are high.
I need to put my past behind me;
clean my slate and cut my ties.

Maybe this time I'll get it right.
Maybe this time I'll finally get it right
if I leave it all behind.

Maybe I just need some space,
a change of scenery.
Shed some baggage,
get a taste of being free.
The only thing I take
from town to town is me.
It's me. It's me.

4. In a bedroom full of boxes
suddenly I realize
that the only thing I've mastered
is leaving everything behind.

Maybe this time I'll get it right.
Maybe this time I'll finally get it right
if I leave it all behind.

1. Don't want to go to bed,
don't want to go to bed tonight.
I'm tired to the bone,
but I can't bear to be alone with them—
the voices in my head.

2. The voices in my head;
the voices in my head begin
to sing a song of woe—
as if I hadn't heard them all before.
The past begins again.

Saints and sinners branch
from the family tree,
connect my roots to the dirt of our history;
bitter fruit from which I'll never be free.
The past possesses me.
The past possesses me.

3. The past begins again;
the past begins again in me.
It's like I'm destined to
repeat each voice inside of me.
I sing the chorus once again.

Saints and sinners branch
from the family tree,
connect my roots to the dirt of our history;
bitter fruit from which I'll never be free.
The past possesses me.
The past possesses me.

** Join us in singing along with the music included at the bottom of this page! **

1. Strange angels in the sky
interrupt this lonely night
singing peace on earth
but what that's worth
when they sing it from the sky?

2. No angel will ever know
what it's like living below.
They sing of birth
but that just means more hurt
as another woman cries.

Born under a silent star,
live under a silent star,
die under a silent star,
a million miles away.

3. 2,000 years passed since that night
and the only light that fills the sky
are rockets' red glare
and bombs bursting in air
under the gaze of satellite
above this maze with restless eye.

Born under a silent star,
live under a silent star,
die under a silent star,
a million miles away.
A silent star, while the angels sing:

Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo.

1. I was born just like you–
in water and womb.
The cord was cut and I floated away
in a strong, cold stream of days.

2. The current carried me relentlessly on.
I had to learn how to swim before I learned how to walk.
And the endless stream of nights and days
flood my memories.

3. Waking to the warmth of the sun on my bed,
and the sound of my mother singing in the kitchen;
The muffled vibration of my father’s heavy footsteps,
snd the creak of the oven door and the smell of bread.

Sharp breath drawn from fall morning air,
And laughing at in the sunlit smoke, exhaling.
And the crayon yellow bus that day after day
ferried me through each season's changing.

4. Long hours spent pretending to listen
to teachers who were as alone and confused as the students,
while my thoughts were filled with unanswered questions,
like a deep, still pool, diving to the bottom.

I was pushed away in the undertow,
with no way to fight its unforgiving power,
and no choice but give in to the will of the water
and let it carry me on, farther and farther.

And we’re all swept away

5. …into you, and you into me.
Was it luck of the current or destiny?
All I know is this confluence gave meaning
to the indifferent flow of my months and years.

Our waters wove together and a new life stream
grew from the two. I could feel my heart beating
with the weight of a lifetime of hope and fear
I gave my heart to you, and you gave your heart to me.

6. But our pasts piled up and seeped into everything.
We were possessed by spirits who compelled us to speak
the bitter words from which we thought love had freed us
and the acid tongues that our ancestors bequeathed us.

Until the very thing that once revived my thirsty spirit
became bitter in my mouth, and hateful and weary.
Too much water under the bridge, an ocean between us.
We could swim for the rest of our lives, but there’s no returning

7. We’re all swept out to sea, adrift in the currents.
We could swim for the rest of our lives, never returning.
We’re all swept out to sea, adrift in the currents
and we swim for our lives but we’ll never get back

and we’re all swept away.

Silence is music,
as day turns to night,
and there's a symphony of emptiness
playing in my mind.
It's dull and confusing–
head full of wine.

I'm holding on for dear life.

Will this night never end?

1. I found myself in a laundromat,
a roll of quarters in my hand,
with the down-and-out
and the single dads
wondering where it all went wrong.

I wound up on a therapist's couch
trying to get my insides out;
diving deep into the coldest,
darkest places in my soul.

I found some healing
and made my peace
when I found out beauty
could ache like grief
and they both share a place
inside of me.

2. I found some joy, despite my fears;
I found a love despite my years;
and I found out laughter's
a lot like tears—
water from the same well.

It turns out joy and pain
can be experienced simultaneously.
The sun and rain, the wheat and the weeds—
you have to hold them both.

I found contentment,
though it came late,
but there's still a longing
that I can't shake
and it seems like it is here to stay.

3. I lost myself in my brand new life,
in my big ideas and the songs I write.
Sometimes I think I'll lose my mind
with the beauty of it all.

I don't know if I'm finding my way
or losing myself in the day to day.
Can I still be me and give myself away
to the things I love the most?

I stumble on and when I look back
I see a strange grace in this winding path.
All I can do is shake my head and laugh.

4. I'm well aware that I'm losing time;
it's no secret that I'm going to die.
When my time is up you'll have to pry
my fingers from this precious world.

I'll hold it dear and I'll hold it tight
and I'll only let go 'cause it was never mine.
What it all meant, I can't decide,
and it won't matter once I'm gone.

But I know as long as I'm still breathing
immortality has no meaning
'cause each moment holds an eternity.

1. I've been etching on cave walls,
hieroglyphing in temples,
building towers in Babel,
chiseling my name into gravestones.
Rulers are toppled while I write symphonies and novels.
These are my messages in bottles:

Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me. Remember.

2. I've been building a bomb
that is so loud its detonation
will be felt by generations,
who will be awed by its reverberations.
I have launched a spaceship.
Light years from now,
they'll find a time capsule of my music.
And I'll be singing,

"Remember me." Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me. Remember me.

We are here! We are here! We are here!
We are here! We are here! We are here!
We are here! We are here!

3. Will I even have existed
if my name fades from history?
Keep me here among the living:

Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me.
Remember me. Remember me. Remember me.

We were here! We were here! We were here!
We were here! We were here! We were here!
We were here! We were here! We were here!

1. Have you lost faith?
Have you lost heart?
Has what is left grown tired and hard?
Has it been hard?
Has it been long?
Has it been going on and on?

Would it kill you
to not treat the toothpaste
like something you were trying to strangle?

2. Has it gone too far?
Has it gone too wrong?
Has it just worn you down?
Are you left with rage
when all your love is gone?
Are you left with nothing left at all?

Would it kill you
to not treat the toothpaste
like something you were trying to strangle?

Are you left with nothing left at all?

1. I give her all my love.
That's all I do.
And if you saw my love,
you'd love her, too.

2. She gives me everything,
and tenderly.
The kiss my lover brings,
she brings to me.
And I love her.

3. Bright are the stars that shine,
dark is the sky.
I know this love of mine
will never die.
And I love her.

A love like ours could never die
as long as I have her near me.

I give her all my love.
That's all I do.
And if you saw my love,
you'd love her, too.
And I love her.

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