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"A NYC Club scenester and comic book creator, Voltaire has discovered the alchemical formula to transform formal, minor key violins and gypsy acoustic guitar into an aural tickle that makes skulls grin and devils tap their toes. Voltaire puts the fun back into morbidity." - Lollipop Magazine
Known for his satirical dark humor, Voltaire gives love the finger on Boo Hoo: a break up record for lonely hearts with an ax to grind! This isn't a CD you share with the one you love. This is the CD you send to your ex! Voltaire's third CD explores the soulfulness of modern music, yet does it within his trademark old world, acoustic gypsy sound. After spending the better part of the last 12 years in a somewhat idyllic relationship, Voltaire suddenly found himself with a one way ticket to Heartbreak Hotel. This led to an album's worth of material spanning the gamut of emotions of love lost -- from bitterness, remorse, sorrow and anger to irreverence, defiance, acceptance and consolation; mixed - of course - with heavy doses of the satirical dark humor Voltaire has become notorious for.
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
And he did something that was
Most uncool, he said,
“Hey everybody, see the fool in the cape?
His name is 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!”
And 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 use to be “Father” you-know-who!
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 site
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!