'Oh there you are, I thought someone was watching me'
'And who did you think it was?'
'Why Miss Gibbons, you came out without your hat'
'So did you?'
'How did you get here dear?'
'In a boat'
'And when did you learn to row Flora?'
'Miles taught me'
'Why did you come here?'
'I always come here, when I want to dance and I want to be alone'
'And who gave you that music box?'
'I don't think I remember'
'Oh if I do, it was Mrs Grose'
'No it was not'
'And where is Mrs Jessel'
WHERE IS SHE FLORA?
YOU KNOW YOU CAN SEE HER. LOOK SHE'S THERE
I CAN'T I CAN'T!!!
SHE'S THERE FLORA
I CAN'T SEE HER
BUT YOU CAN SEE HER........YOU MUST!!
YOU ARE WICKED, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!
The smiling ones with wide eyes, holding bouquets?
They'll crucify you, softly sweep you away
Surrounded by the goons with good things to say?
Jinxing, abusing every move that you make
Stand and testify
I wish to recognize this alien 'fore she taints my life with fire
She is the ill at ease
a vicious deity, a connoisseur of non-conformity
She lends a hand when millions quietly protest
a price to pay when you are tasting success
Preys on the ready and the not quite yet
Retreating when you fully fail and regress
This is why
I'm so tongue tied
Sick and terrified of this absurd creation, Tell no lie
She puts the ill at ease
A vicious deity, a connoisseur of non-conformity
But when your time comes, that's when, your time is up again my friends
You’re better off to face, than run, you'll live to tell the tale again
released April 2, 2013
Music by Jay Serrao and Maw
Lyrics by Jay Serrao
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