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lyrics absinthe and laudanum you claim to dream, to dream the answers you claim to dream and smell it on their lips half asleep, blurred visions in green a poisoned dream, wake up sweet prince how long have you? you claim to feel, can you hear my heartbeat? you claim to feel and being able to see them where i'm not for real, blurred visions in green a poisoned feeling, farewell go to hell waiting for the fairy to give you absolution heading for the edge to drag you down waiting for your visions to save you from illusions heading for the abyss to keep you alive how long have you? how long have you? absinthe and laudanum how long have you? how long have you... chased the dragon? what's the dose to save your own life? how long have you chased the dragon? stay with me while they are going to die keep on chasing the dragon [novissima autem illius amara quasi absinthium et acuta quasi gladius biceps. but in the end she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two-edged sword. holy bible: proverbs, chapter 5:4] birth of the 20th century below the skin of history are london's veins these symbols, the mitre, the pentacle star... no man amongst you is fit to judge the mighty art that i've wrought your rituals are empty oaths can't you sense that they course with energy and meaning i am that meaning i am that energy the great architect speaks to me he is the balance where my deeds are weighed and judged. history is written, carved in stone, dried in blood i am the stitch in your heart i shall tell you where we are we're in the most extreme and utter region of the human mind a radiant abyss where we meet can't you sense that they course with energy and meaning i am that meaning i am that energy the great architect speaks to me he is the balance where my deeds are weighed and judged. history is written, carved in stone, dried in blood, i am the stitch in your heart one day, men will look back and say i gave birth to the 20th century grapes they're shining red like the dawn when the sun above is rising and as daylight brings the light count the heartbeats in an hour they're glowing red like the sunset now the sun has drenched in blood and when the moon above is colliding shadow turns into fire when night is fading out the lights whitechapel drowns in darkness and the juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing when the morning wakes up again the streets are bright and dirty wash it off the wall leave pennies for the ferryman grapes for the unfortunates feeding the whores of the apocalypse grapes to seduce the soul the red right hand of fate they're shining red like the dawn when the sun above is rising and as daylight brings the light count the heartbeats in an hour grapes for the unfortunates feeding the whores of the apocalypse grapes to seduce the soul the red right hand of fate they're shining red like the dawn when the hand of fate is raised it is the edge of the blade before shadow turns into fire grapes for the unfortunates feeding the whores of the apocalypse a poison to unleash hell my raise to heaven’s gate the red right hand of fate ten bells commercial street leads to dead end x marks the spot under ten bells the atmosphere surrounds spitalfields throws silhouettes in the mind of those who live here in the shadow of christ church you can hear next to hawksmoor, at number eighty-four stand outside the entrance and close the door kneel and kiss the footsteps of mary jane kelly angels were crying when the devil caught dark annie in the shadow of christ church you can hear polly was the first, stride and eddowes had to follow. fate chose them well, showed no sorrow and the night he took over in london, east end the world forever changed in fall eighteen eighty-eight in the shadow of christ church you can hear and in the shadow of christ church you still can hear... ten bells are ringing ten bells, hear them ring call them victims, call it sin cut your voice, relief is what i bring where you end is where i begin ten bells, hear them sing call them victims, call it sin cut your voice and play the strings where you end is where i begin dear boss dear boss, i keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won't fix me just yet. i have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. that joke about leather apron gave me real fits. i am down on whores and i shant quit ripping them till i do get buckled. grand work the last job was. i gave the lady no time to squeal. how can they catch me now. i love my work and want to start again. you will soon hear of me with my funny little games. i saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and i cant use it. red ink is fit enough i hope ha. ha. the next job i do i shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. my knife's so nice and sharp i want to get to work right away if i get a chance. good luck. how can they catch me now? how can they catch me now? how can they catch me now? [transcription of the original letter signed by "jack the ripper" received on september 27th, 1888 at the central news agency, london] the fourth dimension what's the fourth dimension? less than a thimble full of iodine divides human sanity from the insane what's the fourth dimension? time is cyclical, events return again and again mutating as they reoccur what's the fourth dimension? a coexistence of everything we know change and changeability but not meant for us did you say something? or did you just make a little noise? did you feel something? or have you just listened to the echoes? what's the fourth dimension? find jubela, jubelo and jubelum give me a place where only i can go what's the fourth dimension? only the lord and i shall know and his name will be jahbulon his name is jahbulon... did you say something? or did you just make a little noise? did you feel something? or have you just listened to the echoes? what's the fourth dimension? a movement what's the fourth dimension? out of the dark what's the fourth dimension? into shining light the fourth dimension can you hear the echoes? [inspired by "what's the fourth dimension?" by charles howard hinton, 1880] leather apron drown yourself in a lake take the ship to the states write a letter, be someone else hire a coachman and go out late look like a surgeon or a patient a noble man who robs a beggar be a butcher maybe a jew it could be me it could be you... strike them down and hide again you won't be forgotten stay right there or loose yourself you will be the scapegoat strike them down and hide again you won't be forgotten stay right there or loose yourself they call you leather apron lick the last drop of the cheap gin read the holy book and live in sin like a sailor who's looking for joy a decent loyal to the royals a freemason committing revenge innocent or the ripper himself be the law telling the truth it could be me it could be you... pizer, chapman, kosminski, druitt, prince albert, gull, sickert, tumblety, thompson, ostrog, cream, barnett, deeming, carroll, the lodger... i am jack the ripper from hell your days were born in fire and in blood oh, how time will make the same out of us one day we'll become just curiosities of our lost epoch in this weak world we live remembered for evil of a past century misunderstood, but you'll appear virtuously your own flesh is meaningless to you i seem to scare you but i'm scared by you too i've come to take the pain away, my love to give direction and bring relief, my love chosen to bring salvation, my love i've come to take away the hurt, my love to show you the way out of hell, my love can't you see i'm your savior? my love i took you out of time into security and the legend will connect us for all eternity i've come to take the pain away, my love to give direction and bring relief, my love chosen to bring salvation, my love i've come to take away the hurt, my love to show you the way out of hell, my love can't you see i'm your savior? my love merrick what gave the world to you? lie down and fall asleep there is a better place to go you’re a creation of god deformed what gave the world to you? lost soul lie down and fall asleep side show there is a better place to go mourn you're a creation of god and all his makings are wondrous none more so than yourself there is a better place to go you’re a creation of god to be remembered forever they call you elephant man what gave the world to you? lie down and fall asleep what gave the world to you? [in memoriam joseph carey merrick, 1862-1890. rest in peace] buck's row the devil goes around stay inside, don't leave the house the devil's watching you he knows where he's heading to the devil goes around be quiet, don't try to make a sound the devil's after you august thirty-one, 0 three fourty-two the devil goes around down on the ground, she'll be found the devil's calling you a woman's body, age fourty-two buck's row hanbury street berner street mitre square miller's court george yard maybe, maybe not... a violet from mother's grave ...but while life does remain in memoriam, i'll retain, this small violet i pluck'd from mother's grave. only a violet i pluck'd when but a boy, and oft'times when i'm sad at heart this flower has giv'n me joy; so while life does remain in memoriam i'll retain, this small violet i puck'd from mother's grave. [written and composed by william h. fox, 1881. mary kelly was overheard singing that song on the night of her death, november 9, 1888] miller's court water will of necessity flow downhill, thwarting all our best efforts that it should be otherwise in order that water might rise despite itself, it must first be transmuted into steam the heart notoriously difficult to burn it must be touched by the purifying of fire the cold stone sips its offering steam lifts from off the blood into chill air, and i am rising i am rising there you are, lying in the middle of the bed one breast under your head there you were lying with crippled wings - dead it was then that i noticed some crimson blotches on my hand the heart notoriously difficult to burn it must be touched by the purifying of fire the cold stone sips its offering steam lifts from off the blood into chill air, and i am rising i am rising there you are, lying in the middle of the bed one breast under your head there you were lying with crippled wings - dead it was then that i noticed some crimson blotches on my hand there she was lying the final arwork i've achieved now there's only descent would that i had died there all words by philip noirjean [except "dear boss" and "a violet from mother's grave"] (c) 2009 FAQ music all rights reserved

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