Songs of Serafina

Intro:

Whisper

My honey dipper…

Scream

V1:

Why is the room spinning?

Father, why are you so near?

Sir, I’m having double vision,

I can’t read my script.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven…”

Oh! A hot knife!

Doctor, what are you doing here?

My head, my head…!

I can’t seem to read the letters…

Nothing’s clear, I cry bitter tears

Why has my Lord forsake me so?

“Hallowed be thy name?”

Who’s name? Yes, my name?

Well, that’s easy!

They call me Rosemary…

Int:

Drilling

V2:

Darling daughter, why don’t you laugh anymore?

Darling daughter, why don’t you swing your legs to and fro anymore?

Oh, poor Rosie, you good-hearted fawn…

They took your tongue and made your face grow numb.

Your sister is worried, she says you can’t speak,

Or hold your head up when it’s time to eat.

Father says-

“I did what I must, you see, you see-

I did what was proper for our family.

Now you bear my curse, the Sins of the Father,

and I cannot bear to face your poor Mother.

So it’s rosewood for Rose, and coffee for me-

Let’s pick out a nice meadow where you can pick nettles,

My summer’s eve Rosie...”

Int:

Wheelchair squeaks quietly across a tiled floor

V3:

I’m a goddamn fool, I should have known

That giving this girl a poke would cause her to snuff out

Like a candle, blown out with the night,

A vivacious spirit pinned down out of spite.

We should have stopped when her eyeballs rolled,

And her head lolled back like jelly

Lord Jesus, he left her lips

Flew away on a sigh

And she could not speak His name.

All she could whisper was a soft,

“Amen”

Now I bear the curse, the Sins of the Doctor,

Passed on like peroxide, swallowed like fluoride.

C:

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow? (Oh, it’s lovely!)

Does your sister wash your hair,

and clean your nails with care? (She does, she does!)

Does your brother lend a hand,

Or does he fly away? (I can see his face from here...)

From blood you were born,

and to blood you will return…

The garden gate is open to you,

O, Rosemary… (Coming!)

O:

*There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love,

remember.*

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