Socializing With the Wino Few

Today is the Feast Day of St. Domnio.  Who?  Isn’t he the patron saint of pizza?  Don’t feel too bad for not knowing anything about him because it doesn’t appear that the Catholic Church has much of an idea about him either even if he is a saint.  This is what they have to say about Dom from their list of saints’ feast days (click here.)

Good thing we got St. Dominic to talk about then.  The San Francisco church of that name was Van’s inspiration:

Since Van can mumble his way thru some lyrics, here they are for the following song:

Shammy cleaning all the windows, Singing songs about Edith Piaf’s soul. And I hear blue strains of “no regredior” Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame. Meanwhile back in San Francisco We’re trying hard to make this whole thing blend, As we sit upon this jagged Storey block, with you my friend. And it’s a long way to Buffalo. It’s a long way to Belfast city too. And I’m hoping the choice won’t blow the hoist ‘cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew.
As we gaze out on….

All the orange boxes are scattered. Against the Safeway’s supermarket in the rain. And everybody feels so determined Not to feel anyone else’s pain. (You know that) No one’s making no commitments To anybody but themselves, Hidin’ behind closed doorways, Tryin’ to get outside, outside of empty shells And for every cross-cuttin’ country corner, For every Hank Williams railroad train that cried, And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems And every strain on every brain and every eye;
As we gaze out on,….

 And the restaurant tables are completely covered. The record company has paid out for the wine. You got everything in the world you ever wanted Right about now your face should wear a smile. That’s the way it all should happen When you’re in, when you’re in the state you’re in; You’ve got your pen and notebook ready, I think it’s about time, time for us to begin. And we’re over in a 52nd Street apartment, Socializing with the wino few, Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set. But they’re flying too high to see my point of view.
As we gaze out on,….  See them freedom marching, Out on the street, freedom marching. Saint Dominic’s Preview.

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