Book, Music and Lyrics by Jim Steinman
Directed by Barry Keating
Music Performed by Sundance
A Joint Independent Study Project
This play is dedicated to Susan Richardson and Fred D’Agostino, two survicors of The Beard
Amherst College, Kirby Theater — 8:30 P.M. April 25, 26, 28, 1969
There will be a ten-minute intermission between the two acts.
Music Arranged and Performed by Jim Steinman and
SUNDANCE
Marty Brody (piano, organ, ‘cello)
Tad Lipsky (organ, guitar)
Craig McNeer (drums)
Jeff Southworth (guitar)
Chip Tucker (guitar, percussion)
Rick Weinhaus (Fender bass)
Entr’acte composed by Jim Steinman
Buffalo Sculpture by Tom Horan
Dream Engine Sculpture by James Goodwin
Special thanks to Professor Walter Boughton, Mrs. Evelyn Ward, Mike Kapinos and the members of the Independent Study Committee of Amherst College.
Voyager now!
Surveyor of ruins!
Beautiful mutants!
Voluptuous acrobats!
Psychotic magicians!
Mescaline cowboys!
Anarchist bike-boys!
Alchemical freaks!
Voyager now!
Surveyor of ruins!
Off to a million midnights, black black voyager.
Off to a million tomorrows, Black and black
Seek and find Hiroshima’s children,
Send them back. Send them back!
Tear open doorways to unknown altars.
Fill vacant theaters with miracle and wonder.
Stain the streets with the magic of chaos.
Give us back the twisted sons poisoned by mildewed fathers.
Find again the used up whores, dying in forgotten corners.
Find sunlight.
Find barking dogs.
Find wolves to devour.
Find hunger to feed on.
Find pity.
Find hell for wax bitches.
Find love and an everlasting fix for nightmare junkies.
Find lost nights. Find lost time.
Find fury. Find rage.
Find the flesh of assassinated poets.
Find linen and light to clothe all the wretched.
Find chemical blood to fill all the vessels.
Find music and truth to pour in our underwear.
Find sons of fertility to melt all the ice fields.
Voyager now! Surveyor of ruins! Off to a million midnights,
Black and black. Seek and find Hiroshima’s children! Send
them back. Send them back.
Come home child, Take a look at your cages all shiny
Come home child, Take a whiff of your sweet scented gas
Come home child, But don’t let the pigs catch you crying
Come home child where your flowers get shoved up your ass.
Come in the night, come in the day
Anytime, and play our game.
It’s all right, special flight ——
You’ll fly home into our game.
See the light, shining bright
Shining down upon our game.
Come in the night, in the day, play our game, come away.
Turn around, it’s a black day dawning
Turn around, there’s a corpse in mourning
Turn around, in your tin-can graveyard
Turn around, to your tinfoil savior
Turn around, bright eyes, turn around, bright eyes
Turn around, there are babies screaming
Turn around, there are rivers steaming
Turn around, to your forests rotting
Turn around, your assassins plotting
Turn around, bright eyes
Don’t let the slaughter drag you down
Whoever said that madness was a sin?
It’s too late for the rain to wash you down
Whoever killed the ocean and the wind?
Down on your knees now. What do you see now?
Down on your knees now. What do you see now?
How do you bury the skull of your country?
How do you bury a nation of fears?
Where do you put all your long years of dying?
Give me a tombstone and a wreath of all your tears
Come on, all you children, put your bodies up against the wall
Just stop your crying and start running down the hall
You’ve got no time to lose and there’s no peace left at all
You’re on the edge now and there’s always one more fall
Turn around, to the blood on your highways
Turn around, pick up a new war each day
Turn around, ‘cause your skies are hungry
Turn around, ‘cause your earth is thirsty
Turn around, bright eyes
Turn around, let a new world in
Turn around, let the final dance begin
Turn around, give us all your guns
Turn around, look at us, we’re your outlaw sons
Turn around, bright eyes
Don’t let the slaughter drag you down
Whoever said that madness was a sin?
It’s too late for the rain to wash you down
Whoever killed the ocean and the wind?
Down on your knees now. What do you see now?
Down on your knees now. What do you see now?
How do you bury the skull of your country?
How do you bury a nation of fears?
Where do you put all the long years of dying?
Give me a tombstone and a wreath of all your tears
Come in the night, come in the day
Anytime, and play our game.
It’s all right, special flight ——
You’ll fly home into our game.
See the light, shining bright
Shining down upon our game.
Come in the night, in the day, play our game, come away!