Whitechapel Sidestreet

[jeanvieve]

As we're getting a bluesy feel for the band, and (more fun for me) resolved to start performing only our own music, I'm on a roll for new lyrics. They may not book us for the Victorian Monsters' Steamcon in October, but we're going to rock the heck out of busking there! This is dedicated to the notion of how not all monsters come from the black lagoon or beyond the grave.

(Sung to the tune of St. James Infirmary.)

I went down to a Whitechapel side street
To see the ladies there,
That girl, she wore a dress of sable,
So sweet, so cool, so hot, so fair.

I went up, sayin' "I'm the doctor,
"You're very low," I said;
She held me close there in Buck's Row
And now she's lying cold and dead.

I met a girl called Annie Chapman,
On the corner by the square
Her throat was white, my knife was thirsty,
And no one ever saw me there.

Hey here's the ghost of Catherine Eddowes,
With her gown of deepest red;
I wrote on the wall beside her,
And to her bones I said:

"Lay you down, lay you down, God bless you;
You'll sin no more, you're free
You may search the wide world over
And never find a kinder man than me."

Oh, when I die, don't hate me
You know I cleaned up London's street;
I sing these girls to their salvation
I've made it clean for highborn feet.

And Scotland Yard will bear my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing my song
There'll be no heaven for my trouble
I've come From Hell to go along

Now that's the end of my story
Once Mary Kelly died so wrong
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I am the new Whitechapel Song.

Comments

[arwensouth.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I was thinking of you this morning and the songs you used to make up, and wondering if you still did that. Apparently, you do!

Of course, the one I was thinking of was the one you made up to the tune of "Camelot", called "Atenveldt". The only bit I can remember is, "But in Atenveldt, Atenveldt, that's how the princes are." :)

Good times... ;)

[jeanvieve.livejournal.com]

Ah, I remember that one. "The drinking never starts before the sun down/Which makes the fighting wait til afternoon/In short there's simply not a more convenient spot/For wenching and those other games than back in Atenveldt.."