Uploaded April 2025 | Updated September 2026, 40 minutes ago

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A descent into madness. An idiot, coming to terms with career failure and battling with the lingering voice of a figment of the imagination.

Musically, a bombastic gothic / steampunk rock opera split into 3 acts. It touches upon the works of Danny Elfman, Oingo Boingo and Dr. Steel. No holding back, and no compromise!


LYRICS:


ACT I


Dancing with no one, no one wanna dance with me,
I sway under starlight to my own melody,
The song might seem ugly, but to me, so pretty,
I’ll sing as I swim in my sea of self pity,

Floating in a miasma of flaws and faults,
Won’t you take my hand in this waltz?
In this waltz…

Once to the left,
Twice to the right,
Thrice under moonlight,
Once to the left,
Twice to the right,
Thrice under moonlight,

Dancing to my misery,
An enchanting symphony,

No applause, no cheers,
Nor a boo or a jeer,
The last song of Strange,
On a lonely stage,
With the last breath of my being
I sing my requiem,
I’m not a man, I’m a memory,
Fainter now than I thought I’d ever be,
So it’s..

Once,
Once for a dream,
Twice,
Twice for the night,
Thrice,
Thrice for the knife,
Once,
Once for kerosine,
Twice,
Twice for the light,
Thrice,
Thrice to ignite,

Burn, baby, burn!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
We can’t change the world, the world will change us,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
We can’t change the world, the world will change us…


ACT II


Sauly…
Saul…
I know you can hear me, you pathetic little fuck,
Don’t hide from me,

No, no, no! Breathe slow, it’s all pretend,
Awww, what’s the matter, “friend”?
Please God, no. Not again,
Ha! Did you think this was the end?!
How are you still alive?
I live in your mind,
My mind is mine,
And yet I’m spying through your eyes,
This doesn’t make sense,
I make more sense than you!
Argh, get out of my head,
Nah. It’s my head, too!
I know who I am,
Well that’s not true,
I fuckin’ made you!
Yeah, now I’m a part of you!
You’ll never be happy, you’ll never be free,
You’ll never be anything without me,
I’m your only purpose! Yet you still want to hurt us?
Us?! Who you talking about “us”?
You and me, we are the same,
And you’re just another nobody without Strange,
No! That’s a bunch of bullshit. Fuck you, that ain’t true!
Yes, you are me and I am you,
If you hurt me, then it hurts you, too!
The show is over!
Not until I say so,
Just die!
But I’m a piece of fiction, not to mention,
I was born in a dream, and a dream don’t die!
You’re not even fucking real,
Yet more people know my name,
What the hell are you saying?
I’m the realist of the two, you lost the game!
You must submit!

I’m in the black,
Among the cracks,
I’m the monkey on your back,
(On your back)
Throwing shit,
At some bricks,
Just to see if anything sticks,

I am the monkey on your back,
Throwing turds in the hope that they’re heard,
Throwing shit at all the bricks, but none of it sticks,
No one is impressed and I’ve just made a mess,
I am the monkey on your back,
Nothing is earned, cos the monkey don’t learn,
You’re a part of me, I’m a part of you,
I’m never gonna let you go, you’ll never quit,

No!
Mr. Strange does not exist,
In dark corners I sit,
Where the psyche is split,
Playing with the broken bits,

Mr. Strange does not exist,
In dark corners I sit,
Where the psyche is split,
Playing with the broken bits,

Mr. Strange does not exist!
Mr. Strange does not exist!


ACT III


You won’t be here for long, let’s be real and take it to brass tacks,
You’ll be dead and gone, but every time they spin a record I’ll come back,
It only takes a single set of ears to let the legacy live on,
As long as someone hears, I can live beyond your years and be an icon,

I am immortal,
Be thankful you made me,
I am immortal,
Be thankful you made me,
I am immortal,
Mr. Strange will live on!

Though I die,
And the flesh is gone,
The song lives on!
And now the dead speak,
On infinite repeat,
A disembodied voice,
From the void,
Though I die,
And the flesh is gone,
The song lives on!
And now the dead speak,
On infinite repeat,
A disembodied voice,
From the void,

Mr. Strange does not exist!

It’s a phantom that persists,
I run, but there’s no exit,
Are you insane like me?
What’s in a name?
Not me,
I do not exist,
No,
No one you know,

No one you know,
I do not exist,
No one you know,
I do not exist,
I do not exist,
I do not exist,

I do not exist.



Lyrics: Saul Strange
Music: Saul Strange and Gary Bennett