Catalina de Erauso - EP

by The Shy Ghosts

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"Catalina de Erauso" is a historical concept EP I wrote and recorded in about a week as a midterm for a class on memoirs.

The trombones on track 2 are terrible and I apologize for them.

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released February 16, 2011

written and recorded by Michael Frauenhofer.

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Track Name: Just Beyond the Walls
so mournful, the nuns at their psalms
wiping the sweat from my palms
doña ursula, may i be excused, for i am sick
i am sick, i am sick, i am sick

scissors, a needle and thread
silver and a veil for my head
clutching my aunt’s convent keys, i just leave
i just leave, i just leave, i just leave

just beyond the walls
i cast aside my useless habit
in the wooded grove
i cut short my hair
made myself a suit
of breeches and hose
and walked twenty leagues

just beyond the walls
i cast aside my useless habit
in the wooded grove
i cut short my hair
made myself a suit
of breeches and hose
and walked twenty leagues

in this life you do what you must
the sister was big and robust
catalina died by catalina’s hand, left a man
left a man, left a man, left a man

just beyond the walls
i cast aside my useless habit
in the wooded grove
i cut short my hair
made myself a suit
of breeches and hose
and walked twenty leagues

just beyond the walls
i cast aside my useless habit
in the wooded grove
i cut short my hair
made myself a suit
of breeches and hose
and walked twenty leagues
Track Name: Ah, Senor Reyes!
when i saw with my eyes
señor reyes go by
i called out, he asked me why

and when the blade hit he bled
from every tooth on its edge
every tooth that dripped with red

this is the face you were
thinking of cutting up

while he clutched at his gash
his companion attacked
but my blade, it proved the last

that would e’er pierce his side
for he fell down and died
and i sought the church to hide

this is the face you were
thinking of cutting up

at the theater when he blocked my view
he said he would cut my face in two, in two
now it’s stitches that he needs the most
that’ll teach the fool to boast, boast, boast, boast

clapped in irons and thrown in a cell
set me free, you know they might as well, as well
reyes lives but he’s a tale to tell
his late companion down in hell, hell, hell, hell
Track Name: Captain Miguel
with no second, Juan would die
so when he asked me, I
said I would take his side, oh
no, I never turn down a duel
but blades are cruel
you never know, never know, no
you never know, never know where your
sword’s sharp edge may take you
it may even forsake you
but that’s nothing that more cutting can’t fix
or so I thought, I should have left Juan de Silva
instead I killed the man who bore my former name

perhaps I was to blame
but I will duel the same
there’s no one left that I
would mourn if they should die
not like when my brother tended to me although
he couldn’t know I was of his own
blood, or would take his
I watched from the choir
God knows in what sorrow
my own brother had fallen to my sword
Miguel de Erauso
the fruit of my mother
sundered of my own unwilling accord
my brother stood so tall, so tall, so tall
upon his horse
words can’t describe at all, at all, at all
my remorse
Track Name: From Concepción to Tucumán
Most Holy Virgin
Glorious Saint Joseph
commend me to your Son
I found eight pesos
but who needs pesos
when you’re starving to death

one last scrap of dried meat
from the horse I had to eat
not one mouthful of bread
just now and then some Indians if they fled

we had god’s guidance
now we have silence
and the memories of three hundred thirty leagues
we saw another two
but they were frozen through
their mouths hanging wide

I propped myself against a tree
and wept, but how could you blame me
it was the first time in my life
I feared it was my final night

rejoice or tremble, I didn’t know
cannibals or Christians, I couldn’t tell
loaded my rifle just in case
if they weren’t here to help they’d make a desperate meal
Track Name: One Hundred Gashes
after a month and a half in Rome I left for Naples on the fifth of July
setting sail from Ripa in 1626
but then one day in Naples I was strolling by the wharves when I heard the sound
of the tittering laughter of two ladies talking to men

Senora Catalina
where are you going
all by your lonesome
Senora Catalina
where are you going
all by your lonesome

well my dear harlots
I have come to deliver
one hundred strokes
to your pretty little necks

one hundred gashes
across your faces
Senora Catalina isn’t home
pretty necks jutting
my blade’s for cutting
Senora Catalina is no more

and the women fell dead, dead, dead silent
oh, the women fell dead, dead, dead silent

one hundred gashes
across your foreheads
Senora Catalina isn’t home
she left no traces
I’ll cut your faces
Senora Catalina is no more

and the women fell dead, dead, dead silent
oh, the women fell dead, dead, dead silent