Dance of the Vampires - Bits and Pieces

During the development of Dance of the Vampires, several songs were scraped. These do not appear in the early draft or final version of the script.

God Has Left the Building

While the 1st verse appears in the early script, the last one went missing.

Vampires:
God has left the building
The world has never been so black
And we can rave unto the night
Rant under the moon
Dancing upon our very own graves
Running with the pack
God has left the building
And He’s never coming back

God has left the building
But we still must live on
Yearning for light, but afraid of the sun
And we can’t find satisfaction
But we will always try
The things that we live for this world must deny
Endlessly living, unable to die

The Red Badge of Love

Supposedly from a script dated August 11, 2001. Following SEXTET (A GIRL AS BEAUTIFUL)

(A THREATENING CHORD: ALL scurry back to their beds and go to sleep.)

Krolock’s voice
TURN AROUND

(A JEWELED MUSIC BOX MAGICALLY APPEARS in Sarah’s room as KROLOCK APPEARS, hovering over the action like a puppeteer. SARAH opens the MUSIC BOX and takes out a RUBY NECKLACE and a PARCHMENT.)

TURN AROUND

“THE RED BADGE OF LOVE”

Sarah (reading the PARCHMENT)
SO MANY NEW WORLDS AWAIT YOU AT LAST
SOMEWHERE BEYOND AND AWAY OR ABOVE
AND YOU WILL
CHERISH THIS JEWEL BEFORE ITS LUSTRE HAS PASSED
AND YOU SHOULD BE WEARING THE RED BADGE OF LOVE

Krolock
YOU SHOULD BE WEARING THE RED BADGE OF LOVE

Krolock & Sarah
LET YOUR DREAMS OUT OF THEIR CAGES TONIGHT
IF YOU’RE TOO SCARED TO JUMP
THEN YOU HAVE TO BE SHOVED
AND YOU MUST
KNOW WHEN IT COMES
THE TIME IS FINALLY RIGHT
YOU SHOULD BE WEARING THE RED BADGE OF LOVE

Krolock
SARAH
YOU WILL BE WEARING
THE RED BADGE OF…

Krolock & Sarah
…LOVE.

(THE JEWL BEGINS TO GLOW and ATTACHES ITSELF to her throat.)

Sarah
So you are real! And this is happening to me…! Who are you?

(THE PARCHMENT GOES UP IN A BURST OF FLASH-FLAME which HOVERS and CONTINUES TO BURN. Above, KROLOCK wraps himself in his cloak and magically leaves the scene – either turning into a bat or dissolving into a mist, as – THE FLAME GOES OUT.)

YOU LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT

Act One, Scene Four, just before Death is such an Odd Thing

Abronsius:
What the devil is wrong with you people?
How can you live with such horror?

Magda:
There’s an ancient Lower Belabartokovichian saying
I’ll try to paraphrase ‘cause I don’t quite recall:
We’d rather mess with the angel of death
Than have no angel at all.

Or there’s an alternative proverb which everybody knows…

Peasants:
Sing lackaday boo hoo oy vey, inka dinka doo hoo ha!
Hey, we ain’t goin’ nowhere now ‘cause nowhere’s much too far!
Sing Johnny do, alack, alas, baada bing badda boom, all right
Ain’t got what it takes to pull up stakes and besides we’re not too bright

You wonder why we stay here
What reason can we give?
It’s the only home we’ve ever known
And so you learn to live
You learn to live with it
You learn to live

Don’t mean to be morbid and down in the mouth
But search high and low from the north to the south
You’ll never discover another abode
Where constant catastrophe is more a la mode

We get throbbing goiters every June and July
But they’re not half as bad as the flies in our eyes
Yet we don’t complain or collectively bitch
You think "Belabartokovich" you think rectal itch

Sing lackaday… etc.

There’s doom on every corner
Round every twist and turn
Well, the fires of hell they started here
So you know you’re bound to burn
You learn, yeah
And learn to live with it
To live with it we learn

Some people may christen this ‘Avalanche Creek’
But we ain’t had an earthquake in more than a week
Now I ain’t no killjoy, don’t mean to be vague
but me, I lost count of each new kind of plague

Bubonic, Teutonic, Pneumonic, Colonic (but that visitation was simply platonic)
Cystitus, Colitis, Neuralgia, Neuritis, horrific attacks of infectious arthritis

The only thing worse was the phlegm in the beer
That caused the great flood from the mass diarrhoea
The health care’s atrocious, you die waiting in line
God bless that new doctor, good luck Frankenstein!

We’re mocked and derided, insulted and slammed
And each year in Zagats’ voted "Village of the Damned"
Don’t mean to be morbid ‘cause morbid we ain’t
Our town is horrific but still kinda quaint

Complete devastation, a hideous fuss
Our one thriving business is "Corpses ‘R’ Us"

We’ve battled repression, depression and tears
Our thirty years war lasted three hundred years
When in doubt do nothin’
When oppressed stay put
When they want you to go, hey
Just say no and shoot yourself in the foot

You laugh, you cry, don’t question why
When it’s time to go you say bye bye
And you learn to die with it
You learn to die just like you lived with it
You learned to live with shit
You learn to live with it
When there’s nothing more or left to give
You learn to live