Abney Park - Herr Drosselmeyer's Doll lyrics

Herr Drosselmeyer's doll There she is on the stage Spinning as she sprawls Thank God the curtains fall Her spring is sprung And dance is done Spinning as she sprawls Thank God the curtains fall In the morning, he twists the key quite hard And ticking, she's brought to a boil "Relevée, my sweet, en pointe, en garde!" Her innards twang as they uncoil Herr Doktor's fingertips trace by On craquelature from every fall The daylight made to race quite by With paint and paste and stitch and awl "Patience, patient bumblebee, Soon your audience admire A shapely arabesque or three I'll wind you up, you'll never tire." Starry tutu, sullen moue A frozen carmine mouth Twinkles as she jerks and swoons The lady's ushered out [spoken] Gentlemen, this fallen angel is the illegitimate daughter of art and science. A modern marvel of engineering, clockworks elevated to the very natural process which even now sets your blood racing and your eyes flashing at such irreproachable beauty. Here is Gaia, here is Eve, here is Lilith, and I stand before you as her father. Sprung fully-formed from my brow, dewy and sweet; she can be yours and yours again, for her flesh is the incorruptible pale--the excuse from the wages of sin! And as the sackcloth, sodden, slumps Beneath these chipped and china limbs The sour flesh pines, grunts, and thumps "Step right up, boys, tuppence for a spin!"