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Holy Drinker

by Robert Sunday

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1.
St Therese 02:56
Under the bridge I sleep Paris is cold and unfriendly Then one spring eve an old man Came down the steps to me Saying God sent him here To this riverbank To give to me 200 francs I am a man of honour I'll pay you back, have no fear He said d'you know of Therese At the Chapelle of St Marie Sunday morning Go see the priest You owe it to her St Therese
2.
Silver lamps light on the quayside I will bless what I've found, I will drink 'till I drown Four winds blow me dry and lonely I will eat 'till I'm tired, I will slumber and slide All the souls are lingering Mother and father and all of their kin In this way station for dying breeds Holy drinkers in purgatory Hey little worm-don't you know where you're going Hey little worm-don't you know where you're bound The mirror reflects all my defects Oh my weathered visage, oh my prodigal path Barber shave me, make me worthy Call me Sir when I leave, full of nobility In the café heard a tailor say He's in need of a man, he'll pay 200 francs So I laboured in the neighbourhood Helping people move home Now I'm drinking alone
3.
He bought a porte-feuille, was secondhand and coarse and old The salesgirl had raven curls and band of gold A kindness in her eyes for one brought down so low Woke in him the dormant feelings long disowned Her shapely body shone illuminating light On memories of all the girls he'd known Oh the choice for men with money and a lonely heart From high end fancy houses to the abattoirs From a bed of roses to a floor of stone From Pigalle he climbed the hill up to the Sacre-Coeur Down a narrow lane and up a flight of stairs And through the door into the Lanterne Verte There forlorn within the shadows and the gloom The belles-des-jours wait for another chance to bloom Sat around a table in the fading light He bought a round, they drank to Paris and to gold Then a woman took him to her lonely room To rouse the deadened feelings in his soul
4.
Caroline 04:12
I heard a voice that came calling from from another age She was calling out my name and nothing's changed I recognised her face-the source of my disgrace She was clad in fine array, I did two years for her sake Are these ghosts haunting me in the Sunday morning streets It's her voice convincing me, and it's her arms embracing me And we shared this holy day,and all the years fell away But all the anguish remained inside me From a fancy dining car to the dance halls of Montmartre We were shining like the stars, I was lost in her arms Come the dawn I see her anew This fille-de-joie gone to seed much too soon She is aged and pale as the moon Broke again I creep out of the room
5.
As a child he had craved liberty He was restless and longed to be free And he always dreamed of far off places Romance, riches, and sweet embraces And he saw in the paper one day A job in a far away place And right then he could think of nothing finer Than the life of a coal miner So it's off to the mines of Quebecque With a sense of elation and dread And he lodged with a miner and his fair young bride Compatriots looking for a new life Oh the wife with her eyes emerald green She provoked in him such sympathy That all social contracts became severed They called it love, and they fell together One night he came back from the bar And he could hear her screams from afar And he found her very close to death With her husband's hands around her neck So he's picked up a butchering knife And he's stuck it right into his side And he struck again and the husband fell And he set foot upon the road to hell He got two years in prison for that He was expelled and told never come back Now he's here half cut with no residence permit Drinking and thinking that he don't deserve it All those memories have lead him to this This stinking of Pernod and piss That gutted miner on his mind 'Cos his wife was Caroline
6.
Gabby 03:04
On the wall behind the bar there is a portrait displayed In the darkness of the cinema a newsreel plays And in both there is a pugilist of high renown A boyhood friend of mine, and he is still in town In a Champs-Elysee hotel we will rendezvous Talk about the past and share a drink And he rents for me a hotel room Now I'm in thrall to pale golden parrots on a red silk wall In the corridor I saw a young girl entering her room I spoke highly of her beauty and she said I like you too And perhaps we'll meet tomorrow night she murmured in the dark Her room was 87, it was carved upon my heart That night I went to see her, she was not surprised Lying there half naked with a book She said i am a dancer and my name's Gabby We danced right into bed and set our inhibitions free Saturday we took a trip to Fontainebleau But now the spark we'd had was just a hollow glow Still we drank our fill and hit the sack and I will recount How her warm naked body was a sea in which to drown Sunday morning I had to go see Therese Gabby took offense and went berserk She stormed out of the room, and shouted nothing's free I didn't know right then she'd stolen half my cash from me
7.
Neath the bridge where I go to sleep By the river stood St Therese I said I'm your father and you're my child D'you see the scars in my tired eyes Oh child, oh child, I've let myself slide Tonight I'll cite the horror of my ghosts of Paris The men born again The whores and clerics The long lost friend Sunday came and I tried again To pay my debt but I met a friend He was short on luck since they closed the mines I helped him out and we drank a while Oh child, your eyes witness my demise You're by my side as I go with my ghosts of Paris I'm lost on the breeze With shopgirls and tailors And St Therese All these sinners, all these saints Are they phantoms of what remains Now I'm beat and hollowed out by life These miracles are just dying lights My life unwinds before my eyes As I fall right into the arms of my ghosts of Paris The slain from the mines Sluggers and dancers And caroline
8.
Batignolles 02:32
He collapsed like a sack on the checkerboard tiles Whilst godless Parisians made for the aisles The holiest drinker lay prone 'midst the dog ends and dirt Even the waiters who'd never believed Said this is a job for the St Marie priests They carried his body across the road into the church And Joseph falls down Joseph falls down And Joseph falls down Oh down in the corner Collapsed on the floor In the gloom of the Café Tournon Oh escaping the squalor with Horvath and Toller A legend, a drink,then we're gone Dragged to the vestry and dumped in a chair The priests and Therese kneeled and murmured a prayer He reached in his pocket and gave her the money he owed her His debt finally paid and his honour restored He died with a sigh by the grace of the lord May God grant us all, all us drinkers, such a good and easy death

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This is a collection of songs based on The Legend Of The Holy Drinker, the 1939 novella by Joseph Roth, but was equally inspired by Ermanno Olmi's film of 1988.

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released September 4, 2020

Written and played by Robert Sunday

Bass on tracks 4, 5, 6 & 8 by Matthew Jones


Photography by Toby Deans



1.Andreas, a vagrant who sleeps beneath bridges by the Seine, meets an elderly stranger, who out of christian charity gives him 200 francs. Andreas accepts the money on the proviso that he's allowed to pay back the money at some later date. The stranger tells him to go to the Chapelle de St Marie des Batignolles, which houses a beloved statue of St Thérese de Lisieux, and give the money to the priest there.

2.Andreas, with money in his pocket, goes to a restaurant and eats and drinks plentifully. The following morning he goes to a fancy café, but after becoming alarmed by his disheveled appearance in a mirror, goes to a nearby barber. Smartened up ,and rejuvenated, he returns to the café, some self-esteem restored. A gentleman sitting nearby offers him a job helping him and his wife move home. After two days work he is paid 200 francs.He spends a little on drink, and too much on a hotel room.
There's a scene in Olmi's film that isn't in the book, where Andreas has a vision of his long dead parents sitting at a table in the restaurant/café where he is slowly drinking himself into oblivion.It's that scene that informs the chorus of this song.

3.I've taken some licence here. Although Andreas does visit a Montmartre brothel (after being reminded of his desires by the sales girl he buys a secondhand wallet from), it's not named in either the book or the film. I just liked the name La Lanterne Verte, an actual Parisian brothel in the Goutte d'Or district. It had no rooms, but was one large hall, where patrons would get it on in full view of each other.
The abattoirs or 'maisons d'abattages' were cheap brothels where customers took numbered tickets and lined up for their turn.

4.Sunday morning Andreas goes to pay his debt to St Thérese. Waiting for the mass to finish he gets slowly drunk in a bistro across the street. When mass has finished he heads for the church but hears a woman calling his name. He recognises her as Caroline, a former lover. They spend the day together.First at a fancy restaurant where Andreas ends up footing the expensive bill, then the cinema and a dance hall before going back to her place. It felt 'just like the old times again'. In the light of morning he sees her grown older, and realises that time has changed many things, not least in his heart. He leaves without waking her, angry that he has spent money so recklessly on a phantom.

5.Reminded of his past, Andreas checks his papers and realises he has no residence permit after having been officially expelled from France. He remembers how he had come from Polish Silesia to work in the mines, subletting a room from a Polish couple, and falling in love with the wife. Defending her from a murderous assault by her husband he commits murder himself and is imprisoned for two years. The wife was Caroline.
Thereafter, believing his recent good luck is at an end and no more miracles due, he submits to the bottle, returns to the bridges.

6.The age of miracles has not passed. After a vision of Thérese during the night, exhorting him to come pay his debt on Sunday, Andreas finds a thousand franc note in the secondhand wallet he had bought just a week before, and which he had forgotten about and never used. He goes to a café where he sees a portrait of Kanjak, a childhood friend turned famous boxer, on the wall. (In the book Kanjak is a footballer. In the film a boxer). Discovering that Kanjak is residing in Paris he goes to meet him. After spending a day of drinking and catching up together, Kanjak rents a hotel room for his dissolute friend.
Whilst in the hotel Andreas starts a brief liaison with a dancer called Gabby.They spend Friday night through to Sunday morning together.That Sunday Andreas has to return to Batignolles to try and repay his debt to St Thérese. Gabby misunderstands and believes Thérese to be a rival and so attacks Andreas before storming out of the room. Later in the bistro Andreas discovers Gabby has taken most of his money, and he has just 250 francs left. He is philosophical about it, reasoning that he had enjoyed himself and that enjoyment must be paid for.

7.One of the strange things about Ermanno Olmi's film is that while the interiors and costumes are generally faithful to the book's 1934 setting, all the exterior scenes take place in 1980s Paris, which gives a strange disconnect to proceedings. I don't know if this was deliberate or just because of budgetary constraints. Whatever, it renders the characters as ghosts still haunting the streets of Paris fifty years on, and that accords with a certain interpretation of the story, that all these people that Andreas meets, particularly those from his past, are phantoms that haunt him in his present state. Or perhaps Andreas is already dying, and these characters, events, miracles, are what he envisages in his dying state.
After the liaison with Gabby he makes another attempt to pay his debt, but meets an old friend from the mines called Wojtech, who says he needs some money to keep him out of jail. It's a lie, he just wants some money to get drunk, but a lie Andreas seems happy to go along with. They spend the next couple of days drinking and whoring. Broke again Andreas heads for the Seine, but meets once more the old man from the start of the story, who doesn't recognise him, and gives him another 200 francs. With this money Andreas holes up in a favourite restaurant for four days, eating and drinking too much. When Sunday comes he doesn't have enough money to pay Thérese, but he heads to the bistro opposite the church anyway to meet up again with Wojtech.

8.On his way to the bistro opposite the church, Andreas is stopped by a policeman and fears the worst. But the policeman hands him a wallet that he believes Andreas has dropped. He heads to the bistro where Wojtech is waiting and checks the wallet.There is exactly 200 francs inside.Now he can finally pay his debt. His friend persuades him to stay for a couple of drinks first, when a young girl comes into the bistro to wait for her parents to come out of mass. She tells Andreas that her name is Thérese, and in his beleaguered state he takes her for St Thérese. Then he collapses, and is taken to the church across the road, accompanied by the little girl Thérese. He reaches for the 200 francs, says "MIss Thérese",sighs once and then dies.
The chorus of this song refers to the author Joseph Roth's own demise. At the end of May 1939 he collapsed in the Café Tournon in Paris and died several days later. He was 44. Odon Von Horvath died the year before in Paris. German playwright Ernst Toller hanged himself in New York on May 22. Both were friends and contemporaries of Roth. Toller ,like Roth, was jewish. June of the following year Nazi tanks rolled into Paris.

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Robert Sunday is a solo acoustic singer-songwriter who combines elements of traditional folk,americana,poetry,and cinematic allusions.He played his first gig at Cecil Sharp House in March 2011 on the release of his debut EP 'Butterfly Hairslide' on the Rif Mountain label.Since then he has played regularly in London.This summer saw the release of his long awaited second EP 'Kith And Kin'. ... more

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