Cecilia and the Saints

from by Tracie Potochnik

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    A tri-fold matte cd cover with lots of artwork, plus a 12-panel booklet with all the lyrics... AND more artwork! I know you don't buy a lot of physical cds anymore... but you will probably want this one.

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lyrics

I walked 20 miles in bare feet as a child to see your face
Dragging hope and fear and loneliness
Across the Spanish plain
My arms and chest were leather brown
My mouth was desert dry
But my thirst evaporated in the shadow of your eyes

Now I walk into this holy house, a pilgrim bowed and bent
Seeking gossamer connection, ever throwing filament
I kneel and light the candle, say a prayer and genuflect
But only gazing on your golden lips
Can make me feel correct

It’s a parable of gratitude and cavernous, cruel faith
In the strange misshapen beauty of Cecilia and the saints

I have watched you as you flickered
I have watched you dull and fade
As the glowing, tireless growl of time
Coerced you to decay
And oh Santa Maria, for this man that I behold
Send strength coursing through this body
Emanating from my soul
Please bless these trembling fingers
Bless the shiver in my hand
Bless the naked blazing empty space
In every mortal man
Bless the pigments and the brushes
Bless the deep burnt browns and reds
Bless these pious pure intentions
Bless what commenced instead

It’s a parable of gratitude and cavernous, cruel faith
In the strange misshapen beauty of Cecilia and the saints

In this stucco sanctuary, fiery frescoes beaming down
Watching wretched resurrection
Hang upon your thorny crown
I lean into the withered comfort of your flowing robes
For at last we are together, at last we are alone

And when I finally touch your hair
It’s like a floating fever dream
Can you feel me, are you reaching
The sublime or the obscene
Please accept my true apologies
My passion and my ache
And this graceless, sacred offering
Left tumbling from your gates

It’s a parable of gratitude and cavernous, cruel faith
In the strange misshapen beauty of Cecilia and the saints

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from The Dream, released October 15, 2013

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Tracie Potochnik Providence, Rhode Island

Providence-based singer-songwriter Tracie Potochnik is noted for applying simple arrangements and delicately crafted narratives to songs exposing the complexity of the human condition. Tracie brings three chords, the truth, and occasionally a mandolin to her shows. She once killed a man in Reno, but not just to watch him die. Bastard had it coming. ... more

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