David J. - This Vicious Cabaret (1984)
Actualizado: 8 abr 2021
Artista: David J.
Tema: "This Vicious Cabaret"
Álbum: V for Vendetta
Fecha de lanzamiento: 1984
País: Inglaterra
Género: Opera Rock / Experimental
"This Vicious Cabaret" fue una canción extraída de las páginas del cómic "V for Vendetta", por el músico de rock alternativo, productor y escritor británico, David J., ex bajista de Bauhaus.
V for Vendetta es una novela gráfica publicada por DC Comics en 1984 con guión de Alan Moore y dibujos de David Lloyd.
“This Vicious Cabaret” es cantada por "V" en la novela como preludio del segundo libro de la trilogía V de Vendetta del mismo nombre: This Vicious Cabaret. Además de ser una apertura para el segundo libro, la canción es un resumen de toda la historia antes de que la historia aún no se lleve a cabo, con "V" detallando los eventos de una manera que el lector no podría entender a menos que ya hayan leído sobre los eventos que están sucediendo.
Violonchelo - Josie Abbott
Batería - Kevin Haskins
Ingeniero - Derek Tomkins *
Música de, voz, teclados, guitarra [inclinada], bajo, productor: David J
Violín, viola - Bill Thorp
Letra - Alan Moore
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"This Vicious Cabaret"
[prelude]
They say there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway
They say that life's a game and then they take the board away
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story,
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret!
In no longer pretty cities,
There are fingers in the kitties,
There are warrants, forms, and chitties
And a jackboot on the stairs.
There's sex and death and human grime
In monochrome for one thin dime,
At least the trains all run on time
But they don't go anywhere!
Facing their responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees,
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away,
And the widow's that refuse to cry will be dressed in garter-and-bowtie,
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.
At last the 1998 show!
The ballet on the burning stage!
The documentary seen, upon the fractured screen,
The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page!
There's a cop with an honest soul,
That has seen whose head is on the pole,
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl wit ha feeling of unease.
Then he briskly frisks the torn remains,
For a fingerprint or crimson stains,
And endeavors to ignore the chains that he walks into his knees.
While his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands with brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lovers thigh but has squeezed a nation's throa-at,
He hungers in his secret dreams,
For the harsh embrace of cruel machines,
His lover is not what she seems, and she will not leave a note! 1
At last the 1998 show!
The situation tragedy!
Grand opera slick with soap!
Cliff-hangers with no hope!
The watercolor in...the flooded gallery.
There's a girl who'll push but will not shove,
And she's desperate for her father's love.
She believes the hand beneath the glove,
Maybe the one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her host's moralities,
She decides she's more at ease,
In the land of doing-as-you-please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrops and the sets give way and the cast get eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the matinee,
There are dead men in the isles.
And the patrons and the actors too,
Are uncertain if the show is through,
And with sidelong looks await their cue...
...but the frozen mask just smiles 2
At last the 1998 show!
The torch-song, no one ever sings! 3
The curfew chorus line!
The comedy divine!
The bulging eyes of puppets, strangled by their strings!
There's thrills and chills and girls galore,
Ther's sing-songs and surprises!
There's something here for everyone, reserve your seat today!
There's mischiefs-and-malarkies,
But no queers,
Or yids,
Or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival,
This vicious cabaret!
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