Notes from New Sodom

... rantings, ravings and ramblings of strange fiction writer, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Tango For The Dead

Thought I'd chuck in another musical interlude while I'm busy doing proper writing. This one does actually have a musical to go with it -- Nowhere Town, my gay punk Orpheus story featuring Jack, Puck and a bundle of other splinters of my schizoid unconscious, including a sorta Tom Waits meets Alex Harvey psychopomp called Chorus, who sings this at the end of Act One. You just have to imagine that tango beat... you know... that...

DUM, da da dum dum...
DUM, da da dum dum...

Death, alone of all the gods,
Requires no persuasion,
No gifts, no invitations.
Death, alone of all the gods,
Has no devoted preachers,
But always He can reach us,
No matter what the odds.

But if you can face
His cold, dark embrace,
There's no other love as true
As when Death walks with you.

Chosen, alone of all His fools,
To sing His inspiration
In tears and lamentations.
Chosen, alone of all His fools,
To take Him as my muse,
To pay His awful dues,
To praise him as he's cruel.

But if you can face
His cold, dark embrace,
There's no other love as true
As when Death walks with you.

Death, when I was seventeen,
You took my heart completely,
Cut out clean and neatly.
Death, when I was seventeen,
You claimed me as your own,
This rag of skin and bone,
To see what is unseen.

For if you can face
His cold, dark embrace,
There's no other love as true
As when Death walks with you.

Death, the enemy of hope.
Death, the chair, the rope.
Death, a bullet from a gun.
Death, he comes to everyone.

Death, destroyer of all lies,
Who crushes all delusions,
All merciful illusions.
Death, detroyer of all lies,
Who opens up the mind -
No longer am I blind
With pennies on my eyes.

For if you can face
His cold, dark embrace,
There's no other love as true
As when Death walks with you.

Death, alone of all the gods,
Accepts no celebration,
Offers no consolation.
Death, alone of all the gods,
To Him no glass is raised,
For Death will take no praise;
He only takes our lives,
Our husbands and our wives,
Our sisters and our mothers,
Our fathers and our brothers.
Our enemies and lovers.
Like Him there is no other.
The rest are only frauds.
Death!
Alone of all the gods!

But if you can face
His cold dark embrace
There's no other love as true...
As when Death... waaaaalks... wiiiiiith... youuuuuuuuuu!

Da da dum dum, da da DUM!

CURTAIN

2 Comments:

Blogger MJ said...

Man, heavy stuff when I'm meant to be err, studying..

2:53 pm  
Anonymous Sean Wright said...

Now you're talking, Al. Alex Harvey - Jesus I haven't heard that name in ages. You going to the Boston Tea Party? Saw The Alex Harvey band sevearl times at the Cambridge Corn Exchange in the Seventies - the thought of that Clem Clemens guy with the whited up facepaint still freaks me out. I'm easily scared, ain't I?

10:02 pm  

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