Although not in the song cycle, this is actually a song story based on Lovecraft's 'The Case Of Charles Dexter Ward'.
lyrics
I was looking to be lost in the swamp lands,
running from a wall of grieving even an ocean of Seagrams couldn’t relieve me of.
Her ashes in an urn in the passenger’s seat, I’d driven down south a long way to meet some collectors of dolls, marionettes of white bone.
They said, “bring us her ashes and come down alone.
Down south to the bayou, past the backwater bends,
and dance with your beautiful girl once again. So i went
And sure enough out there in the swamp lands that night
there’s sounds of strange chanting, wisps of blue light,
ghosts on the water, ballerinas, pirouettes,
these rotten decayed marionettes of peeled flesh
and bone with no strings like torn up rag dolls.
Dancing in circles, the devil’s grand waltz.
Well, I stayed and I learned many things over time,
‘bout people, and dyin’, and preserving half-life
See, consciousness bonded to matter and salts
Every animal contains, creatures all great and small.
and these essential salts of an animal may be prepared and preserved,
so a special preparations, and incantations you’ve learned,
how to call em up from ash and then
when you’ve had your fill of ‘em put ‘em down once again.
Many a night, jar in my hand, I go out
to the swamp lands and call her up and abouts
for a nice moonlit waltz, little minuet of our own
with my fractured belladonna, my marionette of white bone.
So now years have passed, got a little place of my own
out there on the bayou and I’m never alone.
Got all my friends here, I brought em all down,
got rows and rows of jars in a storeroom hereabouts.
And every now and again I call someone up,
spend some time, when I’m tired of em put em back down.
The music and dancing just go on and on.
Man’s happiest surrounded by all his loved ones.
I'm a collector of dolls, ashes, and stone,
a mason of fractured marionettes of white bone.
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