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Vampire Michael P. Smith


The first time Jacquie saw Michael and his wife Barbara play this song at Harry hopes in Cary, IL in 1979, she sat down on the stairs, sat her cocktail tray in her lap and ignored her job and the thirsty folk club patrons -- mesmerized by the song’s magic and by Michael’s genious. Turn up the “spooky knobs” for this one.

In the dark of moon there is no light I'm free
I have no love to blind my eyes for me
Dark of moon's the time for flying
Far below the world is lying unaware
And my soul is crying vampire
This is my song
Oh I love you all, you’re beautiful to me
Though there's not a one among you who can see
Who among you understands it
Bloody mouth and bloody hands are all you know
But soon you'll know the vampire
And it won't be long -- flying -- flying -- oooooh...
Your life's too short, your love is gone too soon
Come with me and fly the dark of moon, the dark of moon
Life's not life if you must lose it
Death's not death if you refuse it
So who can blame you if you choose the vampire?
Forever young...





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