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Her Eternal Imperial Majesty Rose I
All hail our most supreme Eternal Imperial Majesty Rose I, Empress of the Desert Lands and all the scorps, snakes, birds and beasts therein, Protector of those born under the desert sun since time immemorial, Most High Duchess of Old Town Nights, Grandee of the Beehive, Patron of the Most Noble Order of the Saquaro Blossom, Governess of the painted sunsets, sometime Royal Consort of His Highness Emperor Norton I, and Defender of the chill.
St. Stevie
Voice of Rose
Voice of Rose
Muse of AZBORNS, Patron Saint of broken hearts, twirling, twirling in a monsoon storm, and the sounds of the desert night. It is said that if one listens closely you can hear her whispers on the winds at the summit of Camelback Mtn.
Voice of Rose
Voice of Rose
Voice of Rose
Recognized by Her Eternal Imperial Majesty Rose I from the great beyond as her most humble of servants, true voice, and sole authority to communicate her will, desires, and commands to the subjects of her realm, AZBORNS.
Emperor Norton I
His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Norton I, Emperor of the United States, Protector of Mexico, sometime Royal Consort of Her Eternal Imperial Majesty Rose I, resident of San Fran
The Scorp Lady
Early each day to the steps of Piestewa, the little old scorp woman comes,
In her own special way to the people she calls,
Come buy my bags full of cricks,
Come feed the little scorps, show them you care, and you'll be glad if you do,
Their young ones are hungry, their backs are so bare,
All it takes is 2 bucks from you...
Feed the scorps,
2 bucks a bag,
2 bucks, 2 bucks, 2 bucks a bag,
Feed the scrorps, that what she cries,
While on the ground, her scorps fill your sight,
Though people may pass her, some turn away,
Others they smile, and some even stay.,
For in her kind heart, there's a love to be found,
She cares for the scorps that live on the ground,
Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you,
Feed the scorps,
2 bucks a bag,
2 bucks, 2 bucks, 2 bucks a bag...
The Ghost of Jabber John
He haunts the trails of Echo Canyon, tracing his eternal trek up and down the summit. Lover of wild redheads, orchestras, and talking shit. Some say that you can still hear his voice on sunrise hikes when you stop for a rest, exhausted and wheezing, faintly calling, "no breaks".
