Since I only had one album by Voltaire (The Devil’s Bris), I decided to see if the iTMS had any available, as they’ve been doing a rather remarkable job of expanding their underground/goth/industrial/anything non-mainstream collections. It turns out they had two others in addition to The Devil’s Bris: Boo Hoo and Then And Again, both of which I snagged.

Some of the songs I’d heard already, either at [the_vogue's info]the_vogue (Future Ex-Girlfriend, Caught A Light Sneeze) or at his show last year (Goodnight Demonslayer, a beautiful lullaby to his son). Others I hadn’t heard yet, including a new favorite: The Vampire Club.

> Oh, the moon was full
> and the color of blood
> the night the pirates came
> to the Vampire Club.
> Their leader was tall and snide and slim —
> he looked like a gay Captain Morgan.
> Well, he recognized a Vampire
> from his school,
> he did something that was
> most uncool, he said,
> “Hey everybody, see that fool in the cape?
> His name’s Bernie Weinstein
> and he’s in the 8th grade!”
>
> Fangs were flying, capes were torn,
> Hell hath no fury like a Vampire scorned.
> The number one rule in this game:
> never call one by his real name!
> Wigs were pulled, top hats were crushed
> by pointy boots in a rush,
> and Boris at the bar orders a Bud and says,
> “It’s just another night at the Vampire Club.”
>
> Missi lost a fang in the ladies room,
> and we all laughed and called her ‘Snaggletooth!’
> Dee was mad cause he broke his cane,
> and he flushed his contacts down the drain.
> There was so much angst after the fight,
> Vlad and Akasha broke up that night,
> while some rivet-heads danced in a puddle of goo
> that used to be “Father” you-know-who!
>
> Fangs were flying, capes were torn,
> Hell hath no fury like a Vampire scorned.
> The number one rule in this game:
> never call one by his real name!
> Wigs were pulled, top hats were crushed
> by pointy boots in a rush,
> and Boris at the bar orders a Bud and says,
> “It’s just another night at the Vampire Club.”
>
> Well, it’s hard to believe but we’re still around,
> and when we hang out it’s always upside down.
> Dressed in black from toe to head, singing
> “Bela Lugosi’s still undead!”
> A gaggle of goths is a peaceful sight,
> we’d do anything to avoid a fight,
> but if you really want to see some gore and blood —
> wait ‘til the Ravers come to the Vampire Club!
>
> Fangs were flying, capes were torn,
> Hell hath no fury like a Vampire scorned.
> The number one rule in this game:
> never call one by his real name!
> Wigs were pulled, top hats were crushed
> by pointy boots in a rush,
> and Boris at the bar orders a Bud and says,
> “It’s just another night at the Vampire Club.”

[See also: Tuesday Ten (In My Pants) | Garth Brooks is a Gateway Drug | (Another) iTunes Meme | Not Gallimaufry | Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ ]

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