Saint Ain't

by Rob Fetters

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11 new songs recorded in Los Angeles, Cincinnati and Adrian Belew's studio in Nashville. With appearances from Matt Malley (Counting Crows), Belinda Lipscomb (Midnight Star), Clyde Brown (The Drifters, Ben E. King), Gerald Brown (Shalamar, Jody Watley), Krystal Peterson (Victor Wooten), L.A. sensation Bee Haskins, and members of The Bears / The Raisins / psychodots. Mastered by Richard Dodd.

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released March 17, 2014

Composed, Performed and Produced by RF.

With:

Chris Arduser / Drums tracks 1, 5, 7, 9.
Noah Fetters / Drums track 4.
Matt Malley / Bass tracks 1, 3, 5, 7.
Bob Nyswonger / Bass tracks 9, 11.
Bee Haskins / Bridge Vocal track 3, Lead Vocal track 4.
Clyde Brown / Vocal & Co-lyricist track 10.
Belinda Lipscomb / Vocal track 9, Chorus track 11.
Gerald Brown / Chorus track 11.
Krystal Peterson / Chorus track 11.

RF / Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Harmonica, Electronic Magic Gizmos, etc.

Cover sculpture: “HeArt” by Steven J. Athanas / Photo: O’Thanas Stoodio.
RF Photos: Michael Wilson
Color Photos: Bosco Groat / Design: Killer Yellow Dogs

For Swany, Sam, Grace, Noah and Robert.

PS: From the liner notes on the CD:
Saint Ain’t was recorded and mixed by RF at Slayer Park Sound, Cincinnati.
Chris Arduser was recorded by the late, great Ken Latchney at StudioBelew (courtesy of The Bears) near Nashville. Matt Malley recorded at his Moorpark, CA studio. Bee Haskins was recorded by Andy Haskins at Pop Johnson in sunny Burbank. Additional recording in the Fetters dining room and Noah F.’s bedroom.
Richard Dodd mastered the beast in Nashville.
Main tools: Digital Performer, ProTools, Nuendo and Avid. Software instruments and plug-ins: Native Instruments, Vienna Instruments, SoundToys, Voxengo, Kush, IK Multimedia. Mics: Wunder, Peluso, Blue, Uncle Rotty’s U67, AKG and Shure. Fender, Rickenbacker, Gibson, Martin, Godin, Guild and Taylor guitars—plus Kimble #1 and the fabulous Schneidocaster. Wavelength, Danelectro, Ampeg and Vox amps. Lotza gizmos. Signal path: Grace, Amek/Neve, Urei via Metric Halo. 24bit/88.2 or 44.1kHz . MacBook Pro and a MacPro 6-core.

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Track Name: Suffer
Suffer

If you live you’re gonna suffer.
Stick with me and you won’t cry alone.
If you breathe you’re gonna suffer.
If you see you’re gonna suffer.
If you feel you’re gonna suffer.
Stick with me and you won’t cry alone.
Waste your life avoiding sorrow—might as well be dead.
Pain will always teach us something—get it through your head.
If you live you’re gonna suffer.
Stick with me and you won’t cry alone.
Fear and love are all we know, they’re never far apart.
They tie us up, they don’t let go, they both can break your heart.
If you live, breathe, see, feel – you’re gonna suffer.
Stick with me and you won’t cry alone.
Track Name: Nero
Nero

I killed all of my heroes.
Did you see me cry as I watched ‘em die?
When Rome burned they blamed it on Nero.
Does that still apply to a God-fearing guy?
Who says a lie can’t last forever?
I thought I had the answer but I didn’t know; it was all show.
They treat me like some kind of cancer
but I’ll have the dough when it’s my turn to go.
Who says a lie can’t last forever?
I lost my way ‘cause it got dark.
I learned to bite before I’d bark.
Now I can swim just like a shark.
Who says a lie can’t last forever?
I laid my head on a pillow and remembered a dream Dad used to scheme.
I woke up on top of a world where nothing was green and peace was obscene.
Who says a lie can’t last forever?
When Rome burned they blamed it on Nero.
Track Name: Desire
Desire

We were born to be our own destroyers. That’s how the universe ends.
We build our temples. We burn ‘em down and start all over again.
You and me were meant to be together. I hope we still remain friends
when every day’s another heartbreak for causes we can’t defend.
Desire, preaching to the choir. The truth is it’s a liar.
Hand in hand we’re on the great adventure, to Paradise we set sail.
We will find God, see what he’s doing and watch him chase his own tail.
We were born to question all the answers. We know the truth lies within.
So tell me why we’re never satisfied. It’s the ultimate sin.
Desire, preaching to the choir. The truth is it’s a liar.
The wedding’s tomorrow; it looks like rain.
The mother of sorrows is gonna change her name: Desire.
Take all your teachers, grab all the preachers
and wash their mouths out with soap.
Take Mom and Dad, they’re just as bad. It’s like they’re all smoking dope.
They got this song they’re always singing just like a chorus of loons:
“All we need is more!” That’s all they ask for—so they’re never in tune.
Desire, preaching to the choir. The truth is it’s a liar, liar, liar, liar.
Track Name: Famous Last Words (featuring Bee Haskins)
Famous Last Words

He kissed me where it hurt and made me feel better.
He missed me when I left and wrote a love letter.
The emotional baggage we both carried?
It really didn’t matter the day we got married.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
We made a lot of plans—the future looked sunny.
Our credit score was high so we borrowed lots of money.
But when we couldn’t pay it back the ship started sinking.
Then we had a baby—what were we thinking?
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
The last thing he heard were these famous last words:
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
When I thought he went to work he was out looking
for someone a little younger than the one who stayed home cooking.
And when he found another love he was so delighted
until I bought myself a gun ‘cause I got a little excited.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
The last thing he heard were these famous last words:
“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Track Name: Forever Never
Forever Never
Will I wake up or will I go on sleeping forever, never knowing what’s real?
Am I dreaming or am I just believing in untruths
with no proof beyond what I feel?
Always praying to who—I don’t know. But onward I row until I die.
Who am I without my story? When there’s no more me will I care why?
Or will I go on sleeping forever, never knowing what’s real?
Always praying to who—we don’t know. But onward we row until we die.
Who are we without our stories? When there’s no more we will we care why?
Or will we go on sleeping forever, never knowing what’s real?
Are we dreaming or are we just believing in untruths
with no proof beyond what we feel?
Will we wake up or will we go on sleeping forever, never knowing what’s real?
Forever never knowing what’s real.
Track Name: What You Do
What You Do

What you do happens to you. What you do happens to you.
It’s so simple, it’s so true. What you do happens to you.
So maybe you were having fun but what you did really hurt someone.
What you do happens to you.
You treated me so selfishly, now the pain won’t let me be.
What you do happens to you. It’s the truth.
The Alpha and Omega: your face is in the mirror.
Could they make it any clearer?
A hundred billion ways to live but nothing works till we forgive.
What you do happens to you.
Track Name: God Is War
God Is War

I’ll never figure out why I loved you so.
I took my life and dreams and gave it up for you but you didn’t know.
The sound of your voice, like a warm summer kiss.
I sacrificed my self-respect and dove headfirst into the abyss.
To tell you the truth I just don’t care anymore.
I jumped in thinking love is God, I came out knowing God is war.
If there’s a way to fight back—well, I ain’t found it yet.
But time has made me blind, it works like magic so I always forget
why I did the same thing that always turned out so bad
and tried to satisfy you but the more I gave the more you got mad.
To tell you the truth I just don’t care anymore.
I still can’t understand why I didn’t resist until the road rose up to
meet my face and felt just like a concrete fist.
You told me the truth and made it perfectly clear: the day would come
when everyone would watch me crawl away in fear.
To tell you the truth I just don’t care anymore.
God is war.
Track Name: Beautiful Stories
Beautiful Stories

Beautiful stories often end in tragedy.
That is why I’m on my knees praying.
If you won’t listen to me I will go away.
But someday you will hear the words I’m saying.
I’m back. On my feet again. Standing on solid ground.
My head’s above the crowd and I’m seeing.
When I left you my luck turned around.
You dragged my dreams into a dark submission.
When I woke up there they were again.
The lies you told were all sins of omission.
The ones who loved you took it on the chin.
But we’re back. On our feet again. Standing on solid ground.
Our heads above the crowd so we’re seeing.
When we let go our luck turned around.
I’m back.
Beautiful stories often end in tragedy.
That is why I’m on my knees, praying.
If you won’t listen to me I will go away.
But someday you will hear the words I’m saying.
Someday you will hear the song I’m playing.
Track Name: Play Your Guitar (Featuring Belinda Lipscomb)
Play Your Guitar

Maybe that thing won’t get you too far, might never leave your house
or take you out of the bars. When you were a kid, you thought you’d
be a star. Well, it might happen yet for you and your guitar.
Disappointed your dad and you broke your mom’s heart in so many
ways you don’t know where to start. Your wife and your kid—well you
tore ‘em up too and when they threw you out, that left just one thing to do—play your guitar.

Earth people don’t understand. They’ll try to screw up your plan.
Somehow you still can believe so you roll up your sleeves.

And when you hold it like that and put your fingers right there you
can’t do it wrong ‘cause the sound hits the air and you stand up
and shake it or rock it in a chair, play it like a feather or beat the
wood bare. It opens up Heaven, it’s the right thing to do. When nothin’ else
works it’ll carry you through. Don’t take it from me, just see how it feels
when the world fades away and leaves something real. Play your guitar.

Earth people don’t understand. They’ll try to break up the band. Somehow
you still can believe so you roll up your sleeves and play your guitar.

Piss off your dad and break the girls’ hearts. Play your guitar.
Piss off your momma and break the boys’ hearts. Play your guitar.
Piss off your parents and break the girls’ hearts.
Piss off your parents and break the boys’ hearts.
Track Name: Life & Death Boogie (featuring Clyde Brown)
Life & Death Boogie

(Oh yeah—lay it on me, baby… well, well, well, well….)
Death may be near but life is here.
Baby, do me right. Get wild tonight.
(Give it to me, baby.)
I’m down to skin and bone. C’mon take me home.
Don’t need no sugar, no spice. Don’t want you to be nice.
(Ooh yeah….)
Down in Detroit City all the doggies and the kitties
are makin’ love not war—that’s what black leather is for.
And every Detroit band got mojo hand.
She got the leather on tight. Good rockin’ tonight.
(Hey, hey….)

[ Music RF / Lyrics RF and Clyde Brown]
Track Name: Walking Out
Walking Out

I’m walking out, gonna help myself.
And then I’m gonna tear through the chains and free somebody else.
I’m shutting it down, gonna switch it all off.
And when I finally tune out the noise you’ll hear something sing soft.
I ain’t exactly no angel. That’s how I dealt with the pain.
I sold my secrets to so many strangers—kept me from going insane.
And I know who’s responsible for all my heavens and hells.
And I know anything is possible. I don’t need a wishing well—
‘cause she’s coming with me. We’re walking straight through that door.
The one that filters out the approval we don’t need anymore.
She’s been around the block a time or two or three
and the kind of knowledge she has acquired don’t come painlessly.
And she knows who’s responsible for all her heavens and hells.
And she knows anything is possible. She don’t need a wishing well.
We’re walking out, gonna help ourselves.
And then we’re gonna tear off the chains and free everyone else.
Free everyone else. Free everyone else. Free everyone else.