Stephen Sondheim, Nathan Lane - The Frogs: Evoe for the Dead lyrics
[Stephen Sondheim, Nathan Lane - The Frogs: Evoe for the Dead lyrics]
They do an awful lot of dancing, the dead
They do an awful lot of dancing, the dead
It's very comforting
Perpetual serenity and such
It's very comforting
And yet you can put up with just so much
So there's an awful lot of dancing instead
Down here, among the dead
They give an awful lot of banquets, the dead
You turn around, another table is spread
And if you don't become habituated quickly
It's a bore
You're always eating something which you
Ate the Bacchanal before
And what's the remedy for bеing overfed?
One guеss, among the dead
They do an awful lot of laughing, the dead
There's always just that little
Smidgen of dread most any person in a panic
Dotes on ever lasting noise
So they tell ever lasting
Anecdotes which everyone enjoys
Since no one listens to what anyone has said
Down here, among the dead
They do an awful lot of drinking, the dead
They have a truly endless evening ahead
The time is always right and fitting
When you pour another round
Because it's nighttime unremitting
When you're sitting underground
What with the dancing and the eating
And the laughing and the drinking
There's no problem in retreating
From the awkwardness of thinking
And that ever present smidgen of dread
Down here, among the dead
Like, up there among the dead
Suddenly, we heard a commotion the entire
Crowd of revelers came bursting
Through the doors of the palace
In a terrible state it seems that Shaw
Never a great admirer of
Shakespeare in the first
Place, and besotted by both my
Admiration and my wine
Had started wittily but relentlessly
Attacking Shakespeare's plays
Of course, everyone immediately took sides
And it was up to me as god of
Drama to prevent bloodshed i proposed
A duel between the two
Not with weapons but with words
And to this end, we invote the Muses
They do an awful lot of dancing, the dead
It's very comforting
Perpetual serenity and such
It's very comforting
And yet you can put up with just so much
So there's an awful lot of dancing instead
Down here, among the dead
They give an awful lot of banquets, the dead
You turn around, another table is spread
And if you don't become habituated quickly
It's a bore
You're always eating something which you
Ate the Bacchanal before
And what's the remedy for bеing overfed?
One guеss, among the dead
They do an awful lot of laughing, the dead
There's always just that little
Smidgen of dread most any person in a panic
Dotes on ever lasting noise
So they tell ever lasting
Anecdotes which everyone enjoys
Since no one listens to what anyone has said
Down here, among the dead
They do an awful lot of drinking, the dead
They have a truly endless evening ahead
The time is always right and fitting
When you pour another round
Because it's nighttime unremitting
When you're sitting underground
What with the dancing and the eating
And the laughing and the drinking
There's no problem in retreating
From the awkwardness of thinking
And that ever present smidgen of dread
Down here, among the dead
Like, up there among the dead
Suddenly, we heard a commotion the entire
Crowd of revelers came bursting
Through the doors of the palace
In a terrible state it seems that Shaw
Never a great admirer of
Shakespeare in the first
Place, and besotted by both my
Admiration and my wine
Had started wittily but relentlessly
Attacking Shakespeare's plays
Of course, everyone immediately took sides
And it was up to me as god of
Drama to prevent bloodshed i proposed
A duel between the two
Not with weapons but with words
And to this end, we invote the Muses