Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Howard McGillin - Jasper's Confession lyrics
[Original Broadway Cast, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Howard McGillin - Jasper's Confession lyrics]
I will not lie: I wished Ned to die
Twice dead am I
A man could split in twain
Yet to all eyes remain
A soul genteel who can conceal
The venom in his brain
And if he draws upon the pause in madness
Opium smoke supplies
Why this great surprise?
There are two men in me
And cunning bright is he who hides himself
Resides himself where I've no eyes to see!
But now I think he's at the
Brink of breaking through the door?
I'm in! He's out! I'm out! He's free!
I'm free! I'm free once more!
How many times I've killed that
Drood upon my flights?
My flights that burst the smug
Presumption of his rights
His rights as heir
His rights to share my Rosa's bed
It took no smoke for me
To picture Edwin dead!
That night I poured them both
Deep cups of laudanum
And then to toast my Ned
And Neville I drank some
That's when my greatest flight of
Fancy did take place
I watched my hand outstretched towards
Edwin's pale white face
And in the moonfall i saw my fingers
Clutching his neck so tightly
Touching his sleeve he fell so lightly
Moonfall then fell on me
But God, the deed was much too easily done
As much as over once it had begun
Such tragedy to finally make the kill
And not to awake to taste the thrill
Now I've confessed now we both can rest!
Twice dead am I
A man could split in twain
Yet to all eyes remain
A soul genteel who can conceal
The venom in his brain
And if he draws upon the pause in madness
Opium smoke supplies
Why this great surprise?
There are two men in me
And cunning bright is he who hides himself
Resides himself where I've no eyes to see!
But now I think he's at the
Brink of breaking through the door?
I'm in! He's out! I'm out! He's free!
I'm free! I'm free once more!
How many times I've killed that
Drood upon my flights?
My flights that burst the smug
Presumption of his rights
His rights as heir
His rights to share my Rosa's bed
It took no smoke for me
To picture Edwin dead!
That night I poured them both
Deep cups of laudanum
And then to toast my Ned
And Neville I drank some
That's when my greatest flight of
Fancy did take place
I watched my hand outstretched towards
Edwin's pale white face
And in the moonfall i saw my fingers
Clutching his neck so tightly
Touching his sleeve he fell so lightly
Moonfall then fell on me
But God, the deed was much too easily done
As much as over once it had begun
Such tragedy to finally make the kill
And not to awake to taste the thrill
Now I've confessed now we both can rest!