Santa Sangre
Santa Sangre (Holy Blood) is a 1989 Mexican-Italian avant-garde horror film directed by Alejandro Jodorowsky and written by Jodorowsky along with Claudio Argento and Roberto Leoni. It stars Axel Jodorowsky, Adan Jodorowsky, Blanca Guerra and Guy Stockwell. Divided into both a flashback and a flash-forward, the film, which is set in Mexico, tells the story of Fenix, a boy who grew up in a circus, and his life through both adolescence and early adulthood.
Plot
The film starts with a naked figure sitting in a tree in what looks like a mental asylum. Nurses come out to him, bringing a plate of conventional food and also one of a raw fish. As they try to coax him off of his perch, it is the fish that persuades him to come down. As the nurses get him to put on some overalls, the viewer sees that he has a tattoo of phoenix on his chest.
Flashback
The film flashes back into Fenix's childhood, which he spent performing as a "child magician" in a circus run by his father Orgo, the knife-thrower, and his mother Concha, a trapeze artist and aerialist. The circus crew also includes, among others, a tattooed woman, who acts as the object of Orgo's knife-throwing feats, her adopted daughter Alma (a hearing-impaired, voiceless mime and tightrope walker whom Fenix fancies), Fenix's midget friend Aladin, a pack of clowns and a small elephant. Orgo carries on a very public flirtation with the tattooed woman, and their knife-throwing act is heavily sexualized.
Santa Sangre
[Verse 1:]
My discipline go beyond the way the army train people, calmly spray people
Devil's horns up like Ronnie James Dio or Tony Iommi, cut your fucking arms off
Stole me a roadie, I'm mob deep like Tony [?]
Trust me idiot, Egyptian god of fire [?] ride ten times higher
Than a soprano in god's choir
A Heavy Metal King like [?] crack on gun metal ring
Settle things like God's prayer and the Devil's wings
We feast at the Last Supper, you hear the last laugh from us
Scrape cash abundant, you hear the gats blast from us
Roll with [?] conquer continents like Genghis Khan
My life is like a Misfits song or like Cypress Hill, hits from the bong
I'm like Ice T six in the morn, police at my door
Shoot the beast in the [?] squeezing the four, creep in the six
Then breeze to L'amour, the Lords of War for four seasons or more
Listen
[Verse 2:]
This is goon music, something for Vinnie gun to clap
Y'all ain't making no progress, y'all still are running laps
I think of y'all like Christ, y'all never coming back
Chainsaws and husky bears without the lumberjacks
[?], Vinnie got a clip full
I'm a let this four-fifth bark like it's a pitbull
Money I got a fistful and I got an razor and it cut like if you skip school
I can be on that fight the power, [?] shit
I can be on that Gucci and on that Prada shit
I can be on that questioning if a god exists
I can be on that punch in your face and rob you shit
That's when motherfuckers starving and such
Dry snitching, all y'all motherfuckers crying too much
Give me a jar and the dutch