Jubilee lyrics

Artist  : 10000 Maniacs 
Song : Jubilee
 

[ 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 shoulders, white hands on
black shoulders, 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