(upbeat saxophone music) - [Narrator] From the WDTP Studios in the Warehouse District and the corner of Entertainment, this is "State and Water."

Tonight, The Belle Rangers, featuring John Nicoli, 'Duffle Bag' Joe Trubiano, Katie Belle Trubiano, Tyler Terrones, Christi Revolting, and Dick Verucchi.

(upbeat banjo music) ♪ With my Bible in my satchel ♪ ♪ I left the safety of my chapel ♪ ♪ To see the boy beneath the shroud ♪ ♪ Riding through the barren fields ♪ ♪ The red eyed ravens stare at me ♪ ♪ And the night has no wind ♪ ♪ In the room where I found him ♪ ♪ His family was all around him ♪ ♪ Clutching crosses to their chests ♪ ♪ Cryin' let it out ♪ ♪ Let it out ♪ ♪ Get it out ♪ ♪ Let it out ♪ (music) ♪ What does he belong to?

♪ What has he become clinging on to, but the boy beneath the shroud Memory of him is in his eyes They turn black as coal No light to show, like a night without him Cryin' get it out Let it out Get it out Let it out (music) (song ends) (audience cheering) (applause) (Banjo solo) (Medium tempo bluegrass band) ♪ I have legions and minions and demons galore ♪ ♪ Despair and anguish are all I adore ♪ ♪ But this rabble makes terrible company ♪ ♪ Though they do my bidding whenever I please ♪ ♪ Castle aflame is hell to keep clean ♪ ♪ Staff in this place are so terribly mean ♪ ♪ The ashes of lost, oh, burn my eyes ♪ ♪ I can't tell you the last time I saw the sky ♪ ♪ Wicked fools clammer to sell me their souls ♪ ♪ From the Hollywood Hills to muscle shows ♪ ♪ But the pious are storming the heavens with pleas ♪ ♪ That they'll turn their hearts back to the Lord ♪ ♪ Sycophants kneel around my bifurcated tails ♪ ♪ Sippin' sour mead and a murky brown ale ♪ ♪ There, that, been, chatter echos in my head ♪ ♪ Despite all the booze, this party's dead ♪ (music) ♪ Highest turn their eyes to the heavens above ♪ ♪ They shower the wicked with all of God's love ♪ ♪ But my heart is the blackest and most lost of all ♪ ♪ It's a wonder no one ever prays for me ♪ ♪ Wicked fools clammer to sell me their souls ♪ ♪ From the Hollywood Hills down to muscle shows ♪ ♪ But the pious are storming the heavens with pleas ♪ ♪ That they'll turn their hearts back to the Lord ♪ ♪ The pious are storming the heaven with pleas ♪ ♪ That they'll turn their hearts back to the Lord ♪ (song ends) (audience cheering) (applause) (slow guitar music) ♪ Mama I know that this must be a comedy ♪ ♪ But I won't be able to laugh ♪ ♪ It's gotten much later ♪ ♪ I'm far from the theater ♪ ♪ And I wiped all the smoke from my eyes ♪ ♪ Slick and handsome heroes ♪ ♪ Find I am the foil of a clown ♪ ♪ Better off as zeros ♪ ♪ It's a shame but they're always around ♪ ♪ Sick of all the junkies ♪ ♪ How you can't get good brown in this town ♪ ♪ It's all right boys ♪ ♪ I'll stick with my whiskey ♪ ♪ Mama I know that this must be a tragedy ♪ ♪ They just gave me the wrong mask ♪ ♪ And I'm stuck with the stupid grin ♪ ♪ To keep all my troubles in ♪ ♪ To get home at the end of the night ♪ ♪ See through the screen and the magic is gone ♪ ♪ And the actors are wearing no clothes ♪ ♪ Quick fix, a fetish for fun ♪ ♪ If you don't move it won't hurt a bit ♪ ♪ It's all right boys, I'll stick with my whiskey ♪ - Take it home Tyler.

(guitar solo) ♪ Mama I know this little B-movie ♪ ♪ Surely will not be my last ♪ ♪ I been a swamp thing on a dark day afternoon ♪ ♪ Praying for splendor in the grass ♪ ♪ Circle the sphere and the credits are near ♪ ♪ And the actors all wear their street clothes ♪ ♪ What a shock, what a circus you got ♪ ♪ Sweep up and lock before you go ♪ ♪ It's all right boys, I'll stick with my whiskey ♪ ♪ It's all right boys, I'll stick with my whiskey ♪ (song ends) (audience cheering) (applause) (upbeat banjo) (band joins in) ♪ Twas a beautiful day ♪ ♪ In Oyster Bay ♪ ♪ When a great fever came raging ♪ ♪ The tea and the lays fell over over their days ♪ ♪ And guts were turning them naked ♪ ♪ Maggie was first and rode out in a hurst ♪ ♪ Made of the garden seed trailer ♪ ♪ But then our sweet mom ♪ ♪ And dear brother John ♪ ♪ Even much, keep gnashing and wailing ♪ ♪ What do you put in your mail ♪ ♪ Oh, Mary sending the children away ♪ ♪ To a land of deep and dreamless sleep ♪ ♪ From which they do not escape ♪ ♪ Stay out of the kitchen Mary ♪ ♪ Cause kids think you're making dessert ♪ ♪ But, you're knife born hands had other plans ♪ ♪ That involve wine boxes and dirt ♪ ♪ Ms. Mary Mallon, I am told was hired ♪ ♪ On givin this excellence reference ♪ ♪ She is honest and keen and knows what it means ♪ ♪ To show appropriate deferens ♪ ♪ She makes lamb chops and steaks, ♪ ♪ Toss salads and cakes ♪ ♪ Fitting the nobe of the glasses ♪ ♪ And peaches and cream combine like a dream ♪ ♪ Mary's known to knock folks on their asses ♪ ♪ What did you put in mail Mary ♪ ♪ Sending the children away ♪ ♪ To a land of a deep and dreamless sleep ♪ ♪ From which they cannot escape ♪ ♪ Stay out of the kitchen Mary ♪ ♪ They think that you're making dessert ♪ ♪ But your knife born hands have other plans ♪ ♪ That involved wine boxes and dirt ♪ (guitar solo) ♪ Strangers seem to float on the breeze ♪ ♪ In the slums lookin for the wretched ♪ ♪ But of past skier strength wring from Mary's hand ♪ ♪ I'll be damned if the rich didn't catch it ♪ ♪ From dark covered Maine ♪ ♪ To Manhattan strain infected the ♪ ♪ Bowens and Ashters officials took note ♪ ♪ And that's all she wrote ♪ ♪ To Mary the bride of disaster ♪ ♪ What do you put in your mail Mary ♪ ♪ Sending the children away ♪ ♪ To a land of deep and dreamless sleep ♪ ♪ From which they cannot escape ♪ ♪ Stay out of the kitchen Mary ♪ ♪ They think that you're making dessert ♪ ♪ But your knife born hands have other plans ♪ ♪ That involve wine boxes and dirt ♪ ♪ That involve wine boxes and dirt ♪ ♪ That involve wine boxes and dirt ♪ (bluegrass melody) (song ends) (applause) (acoustic guitar) ♪ You told me I had become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ You told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ You told me I looked pretty put make up on my face ♪ ♪ They gave me expensive clothes ♪ ♪ So that I wouldn't look like a disgrace ♪ ♪ They polish all my nails ♪ ♪ And they told me to do my hair ♪ ♪ They plucked out the hairs that God gave me ♪ ♪ So my skin was soft and bare ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ They taught me to smother all ♪ ♪ Along the produce of the ground ♪ ♪ And to form a cross of sugar ♪ ♪ On the sweet peaches I found ♪ ♪ They gave me all their riches ♪ ♪ And they me game all their chains ♪ ♪ They gave me all their heritage hoping I would do the same ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ (guitar solo) ♪ They gave me all their convenience ♪ ♪ And they gave me all their pain ♪ ♪ They gave me all their legacy ♪ ♪ But I won't carry on that way ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ They told me I had to become civilized, civilized ♪ ♪ (guitar solo) ♪ (song ends) (applause) (guitar strumming) ♪ In the days of the inner past ♪ ♪ I'm told I lived ♪ ♪ On the end of a chain ♪ ♪ Stuck in a cage from a young tender age ♪ ♪ Dreaming of pine trees and rain ♪ ♪ Dancing with grace ♪ ♪ In a tutu of lace ♪ ♪ Is too much ♪ ♪ For an old bear to bare ♪ ♪ I long to be free ♪ ♪ No circus for me ♪ ♪ No ribbons or dresses to wear ♪ ♪ I want to grow a hide of hair ♪ ♪ I wanna run like a bear ♪ ♪ I wanna scratch a smelly old mare ♪ ♪ I wanna scar like a bear ♪ ♪ I wanna sleep like a bear ♪ ♪ Cause I am a bear ♪ ♪ A smelly old bear ♪ ♪ One day I got loose from that cold dire noose ♪ ♪ To make my escape through the town ♪ ♪ To my surprise when a shot rang aloud ♪ ♪ And along on the street I went down ♪ ♪ Now I hear the sky the spirit on high ♪ ♪ And the moon and the stars are my kin ♪ ♪ Peace with my faith ♪ ♪ Though sometimes I hate the pine trees ♪ ♪ And what might have been ♪ ♪ I wanna grow like a bear ♪ ♪ I wanna run like a bear ♪ ♪ I wanna scratch a smelly old mare ♪ ♪ I wanna story like a bear ♪ ♪ I wanna sleep like a bear ♪ ♪ Cause I am a bear ♪ ♪ A smelly old bear ♪ (singing a melody) (music prologue) (throat singing) (ending music)