music: Natalie Merchant/words: Natalie Merchant


musical arrangement: Jason Osborn/first violin:
Krista Bennion Feeney/second violin: Mitsuru
Tsubota/viola: Louise Schulman/cello: Myron
Lutzke/bassoon: Dennis Godburn/harpsicord: Robert
Wolinsky (all belonging to The Sait Luke's Chamber
Orchestra)/classical guitar: Scott Kuney/double
bass: Frank Luther (all directed by Jason Osborn)


He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases,
takes small change from the poor box. Tyler has
the key. He takes nail and hammer to tack up the
banner of felt scraps glued together reading,
"Jesus Lives In Me." Alone in the night
he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is
feeling your every pain." Repair the
Christmas stable, restore the plaster angel. Her
lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel.
For Bible study in the church basement, hear
children Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15. Alone in
the night he mocks the arms of the preacher raised
to the ceiling, "Tell God your pain."

To him the world's defiled. In Lot he sees a
likeness there; he swears this Sodom will burn
down. Near Sacred Blood there's a dance hall where
Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy
kissing shamelessly. Black hands on white
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dancing, and you know what's more. He's God's mad
disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard
he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a
crippled man, to know this man is to fear this
man, to shake when he comes. Wasn't it God that
let Puritans in Salem do what they did to the
unfaithful?

Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag
whiskey drinking and reeling on their feet. Girls
at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses yield to the
caresses and the man-handling. Black hands on
white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders,
dancing, and you know what's more.

Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the
Jubilee with a bucket in his right hand full of
rags soaked in gasoline. He lifts the shingles in
the dark and slips the rags there underneath. He
strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches
the rags ignite. He climbs the bell tower of the
Sacred Blood to watch the flames rising higher
toward the trees. Sirens wailing now toward the
scene.

-- Matthew 17:15 -- -- Lord have mercy onmy son --
for he is a lunatick, and -- sore vexed: for
oftimes he -- falleth into the fire and -- oftimes
into the wate