| Sebilla |
| This is a double album consisting of a CD titled *Sebilla*—which focuses on the murder of "Blonde Dolly"—and a CD titled *We Have the Sun*, featuring the single of the same name along with older recordings. |
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| SEBILLA PART I |
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A name that dances on the tongues of The Hague By night, I’m a shadow where the red lights glow Sebilla, sweet Dolly, your story’s a song Dark Molly first, with curls of midnight hue Then blonde I turned, to craft a self anew Sebilla, sweet Dolly, your story’s a song No pimp to bind me, I carved my own way By day, I walked where society would meet A mannequin’s grace, with poems at my feet I spoke for the old, gave my heart to their time They whispered of my book, that blue-bound lore Names of the mighty who knocked on my door Sebilla, sweet Dolly, your story’s a song Of strength and of secrets, of right and of wrong A grave in The Hague holds your name in a stone But your spirit untamed will forever be known |
None cold unravel the knot of her fate Her life was a canvas both shadow and flame A woman who rose above judgement and shame Tears that fall Shadows call Bound by all Rise or stall Hearts enthrall Break the wall After all After all The truth of your end may forever be lost Your name lives eternal, no matter the cost Sebilla, our muse, in the stars you abide A legend, a mystery, forever our pride! The mystery of Dolly both tragic and great None could unravel the knot of her fate A grave in The Hague holds your name in a stone But your spirit untamed will forever be known Love and pain Hearts that wane |
| WHO KILLED BLOND DOLLY |
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Dolly walked alone that Friday night Golden hair, moonbeams, she passed, this evening was her last Bouvier Nicky by her faithful side, black coat gleaming in the neon tide Two silhouettes against the wall, before the darkness, swallowed up them all Detective found her at the break of day, pearl necklace where her body lay’s Lipstick, like secrets on the ground, Nicky made a mournful sound The dog won’t leave his mistress side, his eyes hold the clues we can’t disguise He saw the killer’s face beneath the stars, witness testimony leaves no scars Who killed blonde Dolly, in the dead of the night in the dead of the night Only Nicky saw it, what wasn’t right! But dogs can’t speak of what their eyes have seen The truth lies buried in this crime scene Your story haunts these empty, these empty streets Bouvier Nicky howls your name, but the mystery never sleeps |
Golden hair, moonbeams, she passed, this evening was her last Bouvier Nicky by her faithful side, black coat gleaming in the neon tide Two silhouettes against the empty wall, before the darkness, swallowed up them all Who killed blonde Dolly, in the dead of the night Only Nicky saw it, what wasn’t right! But dogs can’t speak of what their eyes have seen The truth lies buried in this, crime scene Your story haunts these empty, these empty streets Bouvier Nicky howls your name, but the mystery never sleeps But dogs can’t speak of what their eyes have seen The truth lies buried in this, crime scene Your story haunts these empty, these empty streets Bouvier Nicky howls your name, but the mystery never sleeps Your story haunts these empty, these empty streets Bouvier Nicky howls your name, but the mystery never sleeps Who killed Blond Dolly? |
| DOLLY’S BLUE BOOK |
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where whispers hum Blond Dolly danced to her own drum A queen of night, with golden hair A life of charm, beyond compare But in her hands, a book of blue Oh Dolly, what is in that book? A secret world the shadows took Blue pages stained with power and lies! In ’59 you met your demise Oh Dolly, what is in that book? A secret world the shadows took Oh Dolly, life’s a tale of dread! That blue book hid beneath her bed Oh Dolly, what is in that book? A secret world the shadows took Oh Dolly, what did they see? Your blue book holds the key to thee Oh Dolly, what is in that book? A secret world the shadows took Oh Dolly, life’s a tale of dread! That blue book hid beneath her bed By day, she mingled with the grand Were Whispers hum A seamstress stitching fate by hand Here own drum By night, her rooms in New Haven glowed Where silent deals and passions flowed That blue book....hid beneath her bed |
A secret world the shadows took Oh Dolly, what did they see? Your blue book holds the key to thee Oh Dolly, what is in that book? A secret world the shadows took Oh Dolly, life’s a tale of dread! That blue book hid beneath her bed Oh Dolly, what is in that book? A secret world the shadows took Oh Dolly, what did they see? Your blue book holds the key to thee Hid beneath her bed In the Hague’s dim streets, where whispers hum Blond Dolly danced to here own drum…. |
| NICKY SAW IT ALL |
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Behind the curtains, a painted face She danced through whispers, bought and sold A beauty cloaked in secrets cold Autumn kissed her window pane The night she never woke again A silken robe, a final sigh A shadow moved and Nicky cried A lock unbroken, but she was slain No sign of struggle, no windowpane Perfume ghosts, cigarette burns One small tail that never turns Nicky saw it all, the silence and the fall A tiny heart, the final call - Nicky saw it all They questioned friends, questioned foes The truth, it sleeps where no one goes Her secrets buried deep and wide One brown eye had seen the tide |
The night she never woke again A silken robe, a final sigh A shadow moved and Nicky cried Fifty years and still unsolved Her tale in smoke and myth evolved But in some dream, the door swings wide And Nicky howls from the other side Nicky saw it all, the silence and the fall A porcelain scream against the wall He barked, but no one came at all Nicky saw it all, the silence and the fall A tiny heart, the final call - Nicky saw it all Nicky saw it all, the silence and the fall A tiny heart, the final call - Nicky saw it all |
| SEBILLA PART II |
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A hand in the dark, with a heart to kill My bouvier barked, but my tale was spun Who took my life? The truth lies out of reach My blue book vanished, no whispers of sound Hearts that wane Who’s to blame The mystery of Dolly, both tragic and great None could unravel the knot of her fate Her life was a canvas, both shadow and flame A woman who rose above judgement and shame Love and pain Hearts that wane The truth of your end may forever be lost Your name lives eternal, no matter the cost Sebilla, our muse, in the stars you abide A legend, a mystery, forever our pride! |
Police officers broke open the front door of a small house on the New Haven in The Hague A large black dog ran outside; trembling Upstairs in the bedroom, the officers found the body of 32-year-old sex worker Blonde Dolly, Lying among the rumpled sheets of her bed She’d been strangled three days earlier I am Blonde Dolly, a riddle, a flame A woman of facets, no single name In West Dune I rest, but my story won’t fade A mystery unsolved, in the choices I made |
| BLUE FLASHES |
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the horns and nasty sounds Don’t know were all the people came from, but they are all around The growing crowd blocks the road and makes it hard, for the ambulance to leave. They are waiting silently for someone to, tell it all. Closed curtains hide inside, terror and horror but what they don’t know. The crowd has stepped, when they forced their way inside, the little room she had hide. |
who new here way well in the trade Now, she’s nothing but a chalk-line that tomorrow, has washed away. Short rememberd soon forgotten, did she ever live at all Still, she gives some kind of comfort, to the lonely, who could pay. |
| FLOWERS FOR BLOND DOLLY |
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no one speaks her name. The crowds are gone, the silence stays the same. She lies in earth that never asks her why. Just drifting years and an unchanging sky Each passing week a flower finds its place. No written word, no trace, no hidden face. Laid gently down by hands that stay unseen. Just fading love for what she might have been. |
Someone still remembers, Someone still remembers Blonde Dolly. Who walks alone when evening turns to gray. A soul that never truly went away. Who hears her voice where others hear no sound. A truth still waiting buried in the ground. Someone still remembers........ |
| DOLLY’S LAST NIGHT |
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My breath runs thin and cuts like glass that grinds my chest so tight Her name beats loud and drums in time with each step that I take The blade rests cold and waits to taste the debt, we both have made The stairs creak slow and warn my feet to turn and flee this place But pride burns hot and drives my hand to knock hard on her door No bell will toll, no voice will speak… No bell will toll, no voice will speak of right or wrong But pride burns hot and drives my hand to knock hard on her door And I feel that this night will be her last, I know it must Hear the hush that falls before the break of dawn Feel the weight of all the vows now turned to stone In your eyes I see the end of what we were When the night is done , just one will face the sun No bell will toll, no voice… No bell will toll, no voice will speak of right… No bell will toll, no voice will speak of right or wrong […dans un jardin Japonais…] |
| SEBILLA PART III |
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None could unravel the knot of her fate Sebilla, sweet Dolly, your story’s a song None could unravel the knot of her fate The truth of your end may forever be lost Of strength and of secrets, of right and of wrong A grave in The Hague holds your name in a stone But your spirit untamed will forever be known The mystery of Dolly, both tragic and great None could unravel the knot of her fate Her life was a canvas, both shadow and flame A woman who rose above judgement and shame |
Hearts that wane Sebilla, sweet Dolly, your story's a song Of strength and of secrets, of right and of wrong A grave in The Hague hold your name in a stone But your spirit untamed will forever be known |