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18 ORIGINAL SONGS • LYRICS • ILLUSTRATIONS • THE MUSICAL SCRIPT
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THE MUSIC
One Voice. Six Vampires. Eighteen Songs
The music of SUCK gives every character a voice.
These current recordings are demo-quality performances by one vocalist, created to give you a taste of what these songs could become with a full cast, costumes, live music, props, and sets.
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ONE VOICE. SIX VAMPIRES — RAW, UNPOLISHED, AND JUST GETTING STARTED.
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What you're hearing now is only the beginning.
The vision for SUCK is bigger than a recording. Imagine these songs performed by a full cast of vampires, surrounded by costumes, live musicians, dramatic sets, theatrical lighting, props, and an audience ready to play along.
18 ORIGINAL SONGS
Every Vampire Has a Song
From ancient gods and warriors to aristocrats, killers, flappers, and modern-day personalities, each song reveals another side of the world of SUCK.
Listen to the recordings, discover who each song belongs to, and follow along with the lyrics where available.
PRIAPUS AND HERONSyrup flowsThrough hollow fangs,Quenching firesOf hunger pangs.Suck to tasteThe salty sweet,Red the dropsUpon her collar.Terror screamsAs she hollers.She’s now a pieceOf lifeless meat.CHORUS: ALLSuck to live,Another night.Suck to fly,Suck to bite.Suck untilThe morning light.Suck untilSkin turns white.THE WOMENHeartbeats likeA hummingbird.Sounds and smellsBecoming blurred.Suck to heightenedSenses, lust.Victim drainsInside my soul.Black as nightAnd very old.Fangs I thrust,Thrust I must.MENScented, clottedHuman wine.The music ofA breaking spine.Suck to harvestBloody beasts.Puncture whenMy fangs connect.Two holes deepIn throbbing necks.Suck the gloriousFeeding feast.ALLSuck to live,Another night.Suck to fly,Suck to bite.Suck untilThe morning light.Suck untilSkin turns white.PRIAPUSIn the dirt,Damn sun is blinding.Hunting nights,Warm victims finding.Suck the sapOut of their veins.Dead yet livingFor their juices.The fantasy of death seduces.ALLSuck to live,Another night.Suck to fly,Suck to bite.Suck untilThe morning light.Suck untilSkin turns white.
ANYTHING BUT HUMAN PLEASECASTI’d rather be a slimy worm,All pink and wiggle, icky squirm.KOKIOr be a fat black spiderWith juicy bugs inside her.PENELOPEA jellyfish with poison reachTo sting pink bodies on the beach.ALLAnything but human, please.Anything but human, please.YVETTEA mite that bites a rabid dog,A slug that slimes a fallen log.JINXA fly that hovers round things uncleanAre all much better than human beings.ALLIf we didn’t have to feed,We’d kill them all with ease.Loud, stinky, stupid primates,Anything but human, please.Anything but human, please.HERONI’d rather be a vulture,A feathered carrion mulcher.PENELOPEA maggot feasting on old meat,Munch a bunch of rotting treat.ALLAnything but human, please.Anything but human, please.PRIAPUSA cockroach is no lesserThan a Ph.D. professor.Mosquitos have more common senseThan lawyers, deans, and presidents.ALLWe love them for their flowing veinsAnd hate them for their useless brains.Make us plague-infected, filthy fleas.Make us anything but human,Anything but human, please!AMELIAA sneaky, skulking, laughing jackalThat chomps on bones and makes them crackle.ALLDisgusting, horrible, filthy, obscene,Nothing’s as loathsome as human beings.
COULD YOU LOVE ME FOREVERJINX AND PHILJINXCould you love me forever? (J)That’s not long enough... (P)We’re talking centuries... (J)That’s a good start... (P)You’ll grow tired of me. (J)When pigs learn to fly. (P)I want to believe you. (J)You just have to try. (P)I won’t wrinkle or sag. (J)Oh, no! Not that! (P)I’ll always be cute. (J)And I’ll never grow fat...er. (P)Could you love me forever? (J)I’ll love you forever. (P)You’re just repeating. (J)I’ll love you forever. (J&P)LOVE’S ARRIVEDI’m out of my head.Life’s taken a turn. (P)And I’m already dead. (J)Can we loveAnd pitch the woo?Whatever you said... (P)I’ll do it with you,And I’m still dead. (J)Why can’t we love? (P)We’re lonely souls.Ix-nay with the ouls-nay! (J)Why can’t we love? (J&P)It’s our time.We better hurry. (P)I’m past my prime.You’re my soulless soulmate.Meeting you was pure fate. (J)I’m just dying to love you. (P)I’m already dead. (J)And I love food.I love you. (P)What more can I say?I may as well love P-B and "J." (J)Love’s arrived. (J&P)LOVE’S ARRIVEDI’m out of my head.Life’s taken a turn. (P)And I’m already dead. (J)Can we love? (P)And pitch the woo? (J)Whatever you said... (P)I’ll do it with you,And I’m still dead. (J)I’m loving you. (P)And we’ll live forever.I’m loving you. (J)’Cause I like the flavor.I’ll tuck you (P)Into your bed of dirt.I’ll bite your neck (J)For a quick dessert.Love forever. (P)What’d ya say?And please add an extra day. (J)My lips are likeLifeless slugs.That’s okay. I’m into hugs. (P)I’m an undead creature. (J)Your loveliest feature. (P)You’re not loving me (J)To live forever.That’s ridiculous... (P)Well, I never.Could you be (J)The love I seek?We’re pretty Jinx (P)And the undead geek!But what if we end up (J)In cyberspace?I’ll always love (P)Your pretty face.
BEING MEPRIAPUS AND CASTA few years mean nothing.I’ve lived thousands.An infinity of tomorrowsWere my indefinite stay.Mortality was never pondered,’Cause tomorrows never went away.Who am I if I can’t be me?This is not the end I perceived.Life’s elixir replaced by chips,Programmed silicon doppelgangers,Machines with no blood to sip.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSWill billionaires live forever?Reigning over a planet devoidOf human beings waiting to be bled,Just plastic programmed puppetsWithout warm, wet, and red.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PHILYou can’t stalkIn binary data.Just vampires writtenIn code.No creatures huntingIn the night,Not even scary malware,And even lessOf a fright.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSWho am IIf I can’t be the me?When humans downloadGrey matter,Will that includeTheir souls?That flowery life-force conceptThat’s long beenBought and sold.Kill and feedLike never before!We’ll not letOur secret die.No need for cautionWith the end in sight.Let vampire terrorsLeap from the shadows,Swoop, slay, andKill the night!VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSThere’s not muchTime left to feed.This warm-bloodErased tomorrows.Our fate and Phil’s entwined.Before bloodless toysWalk among us,While men are hereWe’ll dine!No more hiding in shadows.We’ll unleash terrorThat’s never known.Fly in windows,Break down doors.We’ll no longer stayOut of sight.Let drained corpsesLitter the landAs we rageAnd take back the night!We’ll not bowTo cyber giants.Show them vampire-fanged defiance.
YVETTE’S SONGYVETTE AND CASTALLSing “Yvette’s Song.”When Yvette the CoquetteWhispers in men’s ears,They’re overcome with passionFor the lovely French assassinAnd start shapening their spears.When Yvette the CoquetteSates her quest for blood,Men can’t resist the spellOf carnal fantasies from hellAnd start pulling on their puds.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!Yvette the Coquette’sSexy Gaullic tiradesHypnotize foolsWho play with their toolsWith insults and degrades.Yvette the Coquette’sAs sly as a fox.While she’s a real cutey,She doesn’t use her booty,It’s her voice box.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!Yvette the Coquette’sA fantasy come true.Men never get to touch.Her whispers are too much.There’s nothing they can do.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!
THE NEED TO FEEDENTIRE CASTALLRooms full of flames and smoke,You cannot breathe,You start to choke.The walls all buckle,The floors collapse.It’s snowing bitsOf glowing ash.Escape,Escape,Make haste, make speed.Your lair’s on fire,You need to leave...(VAMPIRES rush to the door and back in mock terror.)You swim offshoreIn full moonlight.The moon-swept beach,A soothing sight.When you are grabbedAnd pulled below,Cocooned in tentacles,Down you go.Torn to piecesAs the monster feeds.You’re squid food now,You need to leave.(All moan, scream, and writhe.)The mob arrivesIn broad daylight.They found the place.You wait for night.They seek revengeFor last night’s kill.You hear them digIn the morning chill.There’ll be no begging,They’ll take no heed.They’ve come with stakes.You need to leave.(Some pantomime getting stakes in the heart. CAST comes together chanting.)Need...Need...Need to leave.Need to escapeBefore the monster feeds.(CAST laughs and sings.)Need...Need...Need to leave.Fire and men!Make haste, make speed.(Scream)NEEEEEED!(Very loud and intense.)No fire, no monsters,No mob to plead!There is no needBut the need to feed.The need to feed,The need to feed,The need to makeSoft necks bleed.The need to fly offIn the night.(Slow, sexy, sensual.)The need to drain...(Shout.)The need to bite!The night is whenWe hunt our prey.They wake, they eat,They work by day.The night is whenWe slaughter our steers.Our bite, the totalOf all their fears.Stronger thanTheir need to breed.We’re living dead,We live to feed.There is no needBut the need to feed!The need to feed,The need to feed,The need to make soft necks bleed.The need to fly offIn the night.(Slow, sexy, sensual.)The need to drain...(Shout.)The need to bite!
THE VAMPIRES’ SONGENTIRE CAST WITH SOLOSPRIAPUSI am Priapus, a deityFrom back in the day,A vampire icon,A god, if you may.I was aroundBefore Pliny the Younger,And thousands of yearsHaven’t sated my hunger.VAMPIRESHe was sucking necksWhen men wore pelts.He was draining veinsWhile the Ice Age melts.He was drinking bloodWhen spears were stone.He was hunting humansWho called caves home.He’s the legend,The fable,The undead king.Our master,Our leader,Our everything.PRIAPUSAnd here I amIn modern times,With a stable of beautiesI call mine.PENELOPEI’m Penelope the Witch,Who hails from Devon.Burned at the stake,Which is nothing pleasant.Just an English girlWho likes to boilFilthy peasants in bubbling oil.They discovered my habitAnd lit the fire,But Priapus arrivedBefore I expired.He made me hisAnd cut me down.Then he and IWent on the town.We drank our fillIn blood outrages.’Twas us that putThe “dark” in ages.I don’t know magic,I don’t know spells.I just drain you dryOn a trip to hell!(Spoken.)Oh, I do love crispy farmers...(She moves as if to take a bite out of PHIL’S arm. He pulls it out of her grasp.)KOKII am Koki!Atilla called me Hun.As a killing machine,I’m second to none.I loved the lifeOf ride and pillage.Attila’d give meAll the men in a village.I thought killing wasThe best thing goin’.Only killing gotMy juices flowin’.Thanks to Priapus,I acquired a taste.Not a dropEver goes to waste.Precious red nectarGives me thrills,More than allMy previous kills.I’m addicted to my antidote.I need bloodPouring down my throat.I was Atilla’sOne-woman horde.I killed with spearAnd bow and sword.But now I killWith razor fangsTo satisfy my hunger pangs.Priapus made meOne of us.I kill with passion,I kill with lust.(Spoken to PHIL.)Come here... let me whisper in your ear.(She gnashes her teeth. PHIL recoils.)YVETTEI’m Mam’selle Yvette,And I come from France.I’ll empty your veinsIf I get the chance.Handmaiden to Marie Antoinette,The Revolution cameAnd I had to get...I was hidingUnder the guillotine,Soaked in red,What a scene!Priapus arrivedFor a royal snack.Found me, bit me,I never looked back.Shoulder to shoulderThere we stayed.Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!Went the neck-slice blade.Royal rivers pouredMy thirst to slake.Priapus said,PRIAPUSLet them eat cake!YVETTETwo bloated sacks,The blade never ceased.It was the bloodiestRoyal feast!(Spoken to PHIL flirtatiously.)Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?PHILWhat? Yes! No! Go away.CASTHe was sucking necksWhen men wore pelts.He was draining veinsWhile the Ice Age melts.He was drinking bloodWhen spears were stone.He was hunting humansWho called caves home.He’s the legend,The fable,The undead king.Our master,Our leader,Our everything.HERONI am Heron!Why Alexander was greatIn ancient Greece,Where no man was straight.I’m a military geniusWho knows no peer.I’ve massacred citiesWithout shedding a tear.Then AlexanderDied in Babylon.My heart shattered,I couldn’t go on.Priapus found meMourning to death.That’s when he kissed meOn my neck.The greatest giftI’ve ever been given,A wonderful reasonTo keep on livin’.I’ll go through timeSucking men dryAnd pretending Alexander’sStill alive.As long as this bodyContinues to breathe,I’ll keep dreamingHe’ll come back to me.And now I huntLike only I can,As a warrior general,Conqueror of man.(HERON acts as if he will swoop on PHIL. PHIL starts to hide in the barrel. PRIAPUS stops him.)AMELIAI’m Amelia, a slaveFrom old Pompei.Vesuvius erupted,I couldn’t stay.Ash was falling,I started to choke.I couldn’t breatheThrough all the smoke.Columns fell,The earth was shakin’.Here comes the lava.It was time for bakin’.When I see a god,He looks like Jupiter.I’m frozen in place,I couldn’t look stupider.Desperate to live,I didn’t care.As he ran past,I grabbed his hair.I tackled PriapusWhile escaping the flow.We were gonna’ get covered,But I wouldn’t let go.He had to be fast,He had to make haste.He bit me beforeWe were baked and encased.A horrible sceneWith the people all flee’in.Our cement impressionsAre in the museum.I’m a blood slave now.I’ll never be free.I hunt by nightTo sate my need.(AMELIA chases PHIL around the room. PRIAPUS catches him and sits him on the barrel.)JINXMy name is Jinx,And I was a flapper.I fell for a cad,Both handsome and dapper.He stole my first kiss,And then he stole more.He twisted my loveAnd made me his whore.I was no longer me,Just a shadow in the dark.A morsel for his appetite,A minnow for his shark.I miss the innocenceI once knew.I walked up ten flights,Give or take a few.It made no difference.I’d never walk down.Saw the stars in the sky,The lights of the town.He owned my heart,My soul, my pride.There was nothing leftOf me inside.He broke my spirit,I wanted to die.I jumped off the edge,’Cause I couldn’t fly.Priapus caught meBefore the red mist.His bite more tenderThan the man I kissed.Each night I kill again and again.I kill love.I kill love.I kill love.I kill men.CASTHe was sucking necksWhen men wore pelts.He was draining veinsWhile the Ice Age melts.He was drinking bloodWhen spears were stone.He was draining humansWho called caves home.He’s the legend,The fable,The undead king.Our master,Our leader,Our everything.
BEING MEPRIAPUS AND CASTA few years mean nothing.I’ve lived thousands.An infinity of tomorrowsWere my indefinite stay.Mortality was never pondered,’Cause tomorrows never went away.Who am I if I can’t be me?This is not the end I perceived.Life’s elixir replaced by chips,Programmed silicon doppelgangers,Machines with no blood to sip.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSWill billionaires live forever?Reigning over a planet devoidOf human beings waiting to be bled,Just plastic programmed puppetsWithout warm, wet, and red.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PHILYou can’t stalkIn binary data.Just vampires writtenIn code.No creatures huntingIn the night,Not even scary malware,And even lessOf a fright.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSWho am IIf I can’t be the me?When humans downloadGrey matter,Will that includeTheir souls?That flowery life-force conceptThat’s long beenBought and sold.Kill and feedLike never before!We’ll not letOur secret die.No need for cautionWith the end in sight.Let vampire terrorsLeap from the shadows,Swoop, slay, andKill the night!VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSThere’s not muchTime left to feed.This warm-bloodErased tomorrows.Our fate and Phil’s entwined.Before bloodless toysWalk among us,While men are hereWe’ll dine!No more hiding in shadows.We’ll unleash terrorThat’s never known.Fly in windows,Break down doors.We’ll no longer stayOut of sight.Let drained corpsesLitter the landAs we rageAnd take back the night!We’ll not bowTo cyber giants.Show them vampire-fanged defiance.
PHIL’S SONGPHILWITH CAST COUNTERPOINTI WOULDA’, COULDA’, SHOULDA’ BEEN A FILL-IN-THE-BLANK A DOCTOR, LAWYER, BROKER C-E-O OF A BANK OUR FAMILY CAR BUMPER’S OVERFLOWIN’ WITH SCHOOL STICKERS SAYIN’ I WAS HONOR ROLLIN’ HARVARD, PRINCETON, YALE THEY ALL WANTED ME WITH JUICY FOUR-YEAR SCHOLARSHIPS IF I’D AGREE TO BE A DOCTOR, LAWYER, C-E-O OF A BANK A CLASSY CORPORATE MEMBER OF THEIR ONE-PERCENT RANK BUT STUDYING FOR DOLLARS DIDN’T INTEREST ME HOME WITH MY COMPUTER WAS WHERE I’D RATHER BE STABBIN’, SHOOTIN’, CLUBBIN' BLOWIN’ THINGS UP I’M A VIDEO GAMER. . . CAN’T GET ENOUGH BUT ALL I EVER, EVER, EVER DO IS START AND DIE GOT BAD DEPTH PERCEPTION AND EVEN WORSE HAND-EYE WHEN STABBIN’, SHOOTIN’, CLUBBIN’ ALIENS N’ TROLLS I MISS THE SECRET PASSAGES AND TREASURE TROVES I MISS POWER UPS FOR IMMORTALITY EVEN DORA THE EXPLORER KICKS THE HELL OUT OF ME I HAVE THE LATEST CONSOLES CHIPS AND SUCH BUT WHEN IT COMES TO LIVIN’ I DON’T GET OUT MUCH I SUCK AT ROLE PLAYIN’ I SUCK MAKIN’ WAR I SUCK AT MAKIN’ STRATEGIES I SUCK AT EM’ ALL AND SINCE I SUCK SO BAD I GOT TO THINKIN’ IT’S WARM, FRESH BLOOD I SHOULD BE DRINKIN’ SO WHEN I SAW KOKI KILLIN’ STAN IT WAS A REVELATION FOR A BRAND NEW PLAN I NEVER WAS A HAS-BEEN CAUSE I NEVER WAS BUT NOW THAT’S ALL BEHIND ME BECAUSE, BECAUSE, BEEEECCCAAAAUUUUUSE! (Beeecaauusse ends on a long note that leads into a full-on Pavarotti-like aria.) I’LL MAKE A SPECTACULA DRACULA(All VAMPIRES sing operatic counterpoint throughout.)
PHIL THE UNDEAD GEEK THE SCOURGE OF PALO ALTO WHAT HAVOC I’LL WREAK WHEN I BITE THE APPLE I’LL SCREAM YAHOO AND SWOOP AND DELETE EVERY LAST CHARACTER OF EVERY LAST TWEET SUCKING MICROSOFT DRY, FLYING HITHER AND YON THE ONLY DEADLY HACKER IN VAL SILICON I’LL SHOW INTELL WHEN I BITE INTUIT BID EBAY GOODBYE I SWEAR I’LL DO IT I’LL BUGGLE DE GOOGLE AND SUCK FACEBOOK FRIENDS EVERYONE AT CISCO WILL KNOW THIS IS THE END NETFLIX’LL BE STREAMING IN THROUGH MY FANGS ADOBE WILL SATISFY MY HUNGER PANGS THEY’VE GIVEN US A TERRIBLE AFFLICTION A FOREVER SPAWNING CYBER ADDICTION THEY’VE CHANGED OUR LIVES AND MADE MOUNTAINS OF CASH AND WHEN I’M THROUGH, THEY’LL BE GONE…ON A FLASH. A SPECTACULA DRACULA THE UNDEAD GEEK A DEADLY VIRUS, A TROJAN, A WORM NO PATCH CAN STOP ME! THIS IS MY DESTINY!
PHIL (grabs crotch) Hi, pretty ladies. . . you are definitely my type! I got your “hard drive” right here! (He jumps down. PRIAPUS points to the barrel for PHIL to get back in. Dejected, PHIL gets in but doesn’t put the top on. VAMPIRES react with disgust and finish with crescendo!) VAMPIRES PRIAPUS, OH, PRIAPUS DON’T MAKE HIM ONE OF US PRIAPUS. . . DON’T. . . MAKE. . . HIM. . . ONE OF. . . US!
BITE DOWN HARD ONKOKI AND CASTALLBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIIt’s been so longSince I done the deed.My well’s dried up,Don’t have that need.When I hold a man really tight,I can’t resist,I gotta bite!VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIThe carnal pleasureThat I seek’sNot tween my legs...It’s tween my teeth!VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIWell shut my mouth!(All VAMPIRES dance.)KOKI (CONT.)The look of triumph...He’s gonna score.Delivery from the candy store.When he finally twigsSomethin’ ain’t rightAnd his eyes go wide,That’s when I bite!VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIIt’s curtains, buddy,You’re my last straw.Your blood is mine,When I start to gnaw.VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIOf course, I swallow!(VAMPIRES dance.)KOKI (CONT.)He buys my bodyLike a slab of beef.This filet’sGot a set of teeth.Oh, yeah, baby,I’m so warm, so tight.An instant of joyBefore I bite.VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onKOKIIt’s a blow for women everywhere!(VAMPIRES dance.)KOKI (CONT.)They pay me for pleasure,To charm and excite.I watch their facesJust when I bite.VAMPIRESBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard onBite down hard on
JINX’S SONGJINX WITH PRIAPUS AND CAST SINGING COUNTERPOINTJINXI was young and quite naïveAnd needed to believe.Everything he said to me was true.His lips were my first kiss,My pure body given to his.By making love, I made it love, I knew.He was my food and air,My heart, my soul, my prayer.My life from now till always, his alone.I knew our children’s names.Our boy, we’d call him James,And a pretty little girl named Joan.VAMPIRESBetter undead than in love.Better hunting in the nightThan pacing floors.A beating heart,Not one that’s broken.No more lies or sweet, sweet talkin’.I’d rather hunt men than need one,That’s for sure.JINXBut his words were made of lies.His kisses were disguisedAs ruby leaches sticking to my lips.He stole my gifted virtue.He said, “I’ll never hurt you,”But that ended the night of the eclipse.I took off work and ranTo surprise my loving man.He had a woman in our bed.The bastard shouted, “Nuts!”It stabbed me in the guts.I knew I wanted to be dead.(She gets up on a desk and stands on the edge.)VAMPIRESBetter undead than in love.Better hunting in the nightThan pacing floors.A beating heart,Not one that’s broken.No more lies or sweet, sweet talkin’.I’d rather hunt men than need one,That’s for sure.JINXI stood out on the ledge,Balanced on life’s edge,Then fell to put an ending to my pain.But someone caught me in midairAnd swooped me out of there,Denying me the pavement and the stain.(She steps off the desk, and Priapus catches her in his arms and sings the next verse.)PRIAPUSYour death is linked to mine.You’ll fall till the end of time.You’re one of us.That cannot be reversed.By day the dirt is home.You’ll live by night alone,Driven by quenchable thirst.(All forceful and commanding!)JINXSo I flew back to my loverAnd nuzzled under the coversAnd smelled the nectarCoursing through his lines.One last kiss, and I’ll depart.I tore out his beating heart,And drank that sweet revenge was mine.VAMPIRESBetter undead than in love.Better hunting in the nightThan pacing floors.A beating heart,Not one that’s broken.No more lies or sweet, sweet talkin’.I’d rather hunt men than need one,That’s for sure.
BEING MEPRIAPUS AND CASTA few years mean nothing.I’ve lived thousands.An infinity of tomorrowsWere my indefinite stay.Mortality was never pondered,’Cause tomorrows never went away.Who am I if I can’t be me?This is not the end I perceived.Life’s elixir replaced by chips,Programmed silicon doppelgangers,Machines with no blood to sip.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSWill billionaires live forever?Reigning over a planet devoidOf human beings waiting to be bled,Just plastic programmed puppetsWithout warm, wet, and red.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PHILYou can’t stalkIn binary data.Just vampires writtenIn code.No creatures huntingIn the night,Not even scary malware,And even lessOf a fright.VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSWho am IIf I can’t be the me?When humans downloadGrey matter,Will that includeTheir souls?That flowery life-force conceptThat’s long beenBought and sold.Kill and feedLike never before!We’ll not letOur secret die.No need for cautionWith the end in sight.Let vampire terrorsLeap from the shadows,Swoop, slay, andKill the night!VAMPIRESYou can’t get bloodFrom a turnip.You can’t get bloodFrom a stone.You can’t suck bloodFrom a cyborg.They’re not flesh and bone.PRIAPUSThere’s not muchTime left to feed.This warm-bloodErased tomorrows.Our fate and Phil’s entwined.Before bloodless toysWalk among us,While men are hereWe’ll dine!No more hiding in shadows.We’ll unleash terrorThat’s never known.Fly in windows,Break down doors.We’ll no longer stayOut of sight.Let drained corpsesLitter the landAs we rageAnd take back the night!We’ll not bowTo cyber giants.Show them vampire-fanged defiance.
HERON’S LAMENTHERON SOLOI’ve killed for conquest,Power, and gold.Painted marble templesWith high priests’ blood.I’ve looted treasures,Diamonds in golden floods.Empires and armiesCowered and fell.I was his pointed spearAnd followed him to hell.Alexander’s army livedAnd breathed war.After days of carnageSeeped in viscera and gore,The nights lit into daysWith thousands of fires.As the men who survivedFound true love’s desires.For the life of me,I’ll never comprehendThis fear and disgustFor loving men.Alexander’s army of loversConquered the worldWith loves deeperThan man for a girl.Now I wear dressesSo I can kill,But draining verminGives me no thrill.I live to killAnd I kill to live.I harvest humans,Their blood gives meThe mana to survive.Their sweet red syrupKeeps me alive.But I yearn to chargeMy powerful steedOver the pikes ofThe phalanx I speed.Leap over defendersAnd see their eyes.My sword slashes,I hear their cries.The thrill of battleWhere you see your foeAnd smell his breath,Fighting toe-to-toe.Has he restedAnd eaten that morning?Does he have the edge?He gives me no warning.Until my blade sinksDeep in his spine.Only then I knowVictory is mine.That is not killing,That is war.It’s what we menWere made for.What is a warriorOut of time to do?But relive victoriesAnd triumphs anew.I’m eons away fromWar that I cherished,Eons away from AlexanderWho perished.Oh, for anotherFight to the death,Where one wrong moveMeans my last breath.Eye to eye with a champion,An even matchWith another one.I’ll go through timeHoping to findA warrior keenIn body and mind.The time of the warriorHas long since past.I knew it was too good,Far too good to last.
YVETTE’S SONGYVETTE AND CASTALLSing “Yvette’s Song.”When Yvette the CoquetteWhispers in men’s ears,They’re overcome with passionFor the lovely French assassinAnd start shapening their spears.When Yvette the CoquetteSates her quest for blood,Men can’t resist the spellOf carnal fantasies from hellAnd start pulling on their puds.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!Yvette the Coquette’sSexy Gaullic tiradesHypnotize foolsWho play with their toolsWith insults and degrades.Yvette the Coquette’sAs sly as a fox.While she’s a real cutey,She doesn’t use her booty,It’s her voice box.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!Yvette the Coquette’sA fantasy come true.Men never get to touch.Her whispers are too much.There’s nothing they can do.CHORUSShe’s the Speaker of the House,The whisper of death,The last thing men hearWith their last breath.While the men engageIn manual pleasure,She sinks in her fangsAnd drinks the red treasure.She’s Yvette the Coquette.YVETTE: Mais oui!CAST: May we what!?YVETTE: Ferme ta gueule!
AMELIA’S SONGAMELIA AND PRIAPUSS-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?S-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?(Priapus walks over to her and takes the broom and dustpan out of her hands and puts his arm around her shoulders.)AMELIAI’m sorry, master.PRIAPUSAmelia, Amelia. You are no longer a slave.AMELIABut you are my master.PRIAPUSTrue... and a thousand times more exalted than that sadistic wine merchant that owned you. But I do not own you. You are part of me and one of us. Cleaning after our pet is something we all do. You don’t have to take it upon yourself.AMELIAThis is why I exist.PRIAPUSYou exist to be with me harvesting warm-bloods. You’re no longer a slave.(Priapus begins singing, “You’re Free Amelia.” This will be a duet.)PRIAPUS / AMELIAYou’re free, Amelia. (P)It’s all I know. (A)You’re free, Amelia. (P)You’re all I know. (A)You’re free, Amelia. (P)You rescued me. (A)To be part of me. (P)To be owned by you. (A)I was born a bondage child,Raised to serve,Used and defiled.No thoughts of my own.Obey and be good.I’m not beatenIf I do as I should.I was always openFor master’s needs.No pleasure for me,Just a sheath for his seed.A life without hope,Just fear and sorrow.Drudgery and painFilled all tomorrows.You’re free, Amelia. (P)I like being yours. (A)But you’re not mine. (P)Forever and always. (A)You’re free, Amelia. (P)I don’t keep slaves.But you kept me. (A)It was fate, Amelia. (P)To be running past,You grabbed meBefore Vulcan’s ash.It’s I that chooseMy chosen few.But you chose me.I didn’t choose you.You’re my giftFrom the gods.In a disaster,I should call youMy lady and master.You’re free, Amelia.I like being enslaved. (A)I don’t want a slave. (P)Can I pretend? (A)Pretending freedom? (P)Knowing insideThe person you areHas long since died?A soul in chains,A brain ensnared,Afraid of fear,A spirit scared.Yes, please pretend!Fool the slaveThat owns AmeliaSo she’ll be saved.You are free, Amelia!Not bought or owned.You are free, Amelia.You are one of our own.S-L-A-V (A)E-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?S-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?Over a thousand years, (P)There’s nothing I sayCan heal her scarsOf old Pompeii.You are free, Amelia,If only you knew.The chains you wearAre held by you.Don’t worry, master. (A)I’m afraid to be free.Belonging to youIs all that I need.S-L-A-VE-R-YI’m for sale.You wanna buy?
ZOMBIE MOANSPENELOPESmelled fresh bloodSomewhere a wastin’.Drove me nuts,Wished I was tastin’.Red the puddlesSomewhere poolin’.In the air,The liquid’s coolin’.Somewhere liesA monster’s kill.Left warm bloodTo clot and chill.Was no vampireThat did this deedTo slay withoutThe need to feed.I sense no life,No need to bite.What is this terrorThat kills at night?ALLZombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.That fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.PENELOPEI fly upTo look aroundAnd see horrorsOn the ground.Decaying, putrid,Shuffling stains,Frenzied diningOn human brain.Life’s elixir’sGoing to waste!I wondered ifThey’d share a taste.I land so softWithout a sound.Their stench of rotIs all around.Hideous creaturesSoon reactAnd shuffle toward meTo attack.The filth of victims,Their perfume,Their rotting gore,Better left entombed.ALLZombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.That fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.(Instrumental and line dance.)PENELOPEThe smell of bloodDrives me insane.My only thoughtTo feed again.I watch the groundAbsorb my meal.I rush the corpse,Beside it kneel.And there I crouchLike the king of beasts,Sharing a fresh hyena feast.This blood’sNot from the tap.My nose in dirt,I start to lap.The ghouls resumeTheir brainy snack.Fingers dip inCranial cracks.Warm, fresh bloodMust be savored.A sin to wasteA meal so favored.A free snackI may have found,But cannot blockThat horrible sound.ALLZombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.That fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.Zombie moans,Those zombie moans,The ugliest soundsI’ve ever known.The fetid, dank,And maggoty toneOf feeding zombiesAnd their zombie moans.
LET’S NECKPHIL SOLOKnowing I belong on top,And also knowing I’m a flop.Let’s neck!(He offers her his neck each time he sings that verse.)Got ideas and innovations,Never lived to expectations.Let’s neck!Know as much as Gates and Jobs,But I’m just a geeky slob.Let’s neck!I’m a Cyber Genghis KhanIn the data pantheon.An algorithmic exponential,Molten magma of buried potential.Let’s neck!You’re my chance to live forever,Enough time to do whatever.I’ll be the go-to DNA.AI and robots will be passé.My consciousness on a microchip,I’ll be a human apocalypse.I don’t care if I’m undead,With microprocessors in my head.I’ll never get another chanceAt this mitigating circumstance.So what’ya say, baby,Let’s neck.(Phil and Jinx do a sexy samba. He then continues singing.)Stick those pearly pointed fangsIn my carotid or jugular.Make me an undead horror show,Joined in things corpuscular.Let’s neck!No more pining for love lost,No more years gone to waste.Latch on, baby, here it is,Time for Phil’s aftertaste.Let’s neck!I’ll be your ever-loving mate.The amazing things we’ll see.I won’t go down in history.History will go down on me.Let’s neck!We’re both getting what we want.You a man and me a life.A love for the ages,Me and my undead wife!Let’s neck, pretty baby.I’m here for the bite.I’ve seen my last dawn.I’m ready for the night.Look no further,I’m by your side.Forever together,It’s not like I died.What a couple,A phenomenon.Jinx the flapperAnd... Phil... the Silicon Don.Let’s neck!
THE NEED TO FEEDENTIRE CASTALLRooms full of flames and smoke,You cannot breathe,You start to choke.The walls all buckle,The floors collapse.It’s snowing bitsOf glowing ash.Escape,Escape,Make haste, make speed.Your lair’s on fire,You need to leave...(VAMPIRES rush to the door and back in mock terror.)You swim offshoreIn full moonlight.The moon-swept beach,A soothing sight.When you are grabbedAnd pulled below,Cocooned in tentacles,Down you go.Torn to piecesAs the monster feeds.You’re squid food now,You need to leave.(All moan, scream, and writhe.)The mob arrivesIn broad daylight.They found the place.You wait for night.They seek revengeFor last night’s kill.You hear them digIn the morning chill.There’ll be no begging,They’ll take no heed.They’ve come with stakes.You need to leave.(Some pantomime getting stakes in the heart. CAST comes together chanting.)Need...Need...Need to leave.Need to escapeBefore the monster feeds.(CAST laughs and sings.)Need...Need...Need to leave.Fire and men!Make haste, make speed.(Scream)NEEEEEED!(Very loud and intense.)No fire, no monsters,No mob to plead!There is no needBut the need to feed.The need to feed,The need to feed,The need to makeSoft necks bleed.The need to fly offIn the night.(Slow, sexy, sensual.)The need to drain...(Shout.)The need to bite!The night is whenWe hunt our prey.They wake, they eat,They work by day.The night is whenWe slaughter our steers.Our bite, the totalOf all their fears.Stronger thanTheir need to breed.We’re living dead,We live to feed.There is no needBut the need to feed!The need to feed,The need to feed,The need to make soft necks bleed.The need to fly offIn the night.(Slow, sexy, sensual.)The need to drain...(Shout.)The need to bite!
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