my name is rachel i was born here on the coldest day of may and i work here in this brothel i do not feel ashamed you can tell me the men are faithless you can tell me the men are sin but ive cured the devils ive held the innocent there was a painter he used to come here at least when he could afford which wasnt often but when he did it was me he would implore they told me he was crazy but i did not seem to hear until one night when he gave me a bloody piece of his ear oh vincent who has hurt you so oh vincent how was i to know in the long run history will make it clear but all my screams will fill your dreams some of passion some of fear there was another painter name of gauguin more famous i suppose they were friends maybe lovers oh with painters you never know they were screaming and they were fighting gauguin drew his blade and he slashed at poor vincent and they never spoke again oh vincent who has hurt you so oh vincent how were we to know in the long run history will make it clear but all my screams will fill your dreams some of passion some of fear all your sadness it will vanish whenever you choose to leave when you bury yourself in your painting beneath the crows amongst the wheat and i will lie here and i will wonder about the gift you gave was it your sickness was it your madness or just a way to share your pain oh vincent who has hurt you so oh vincent how were you to know in the long run history will make it clear but all my screams will fill your dreams some of passion some of fear all my screams will fill your dreams some of passion some of fear