The Living Dead
Barbershop Quartet, Doowop, 50s Pop, Vintage Pop, Oldies, Jazzy Pop, Swing, Retro Swing, Novelty Song.
The Living Dead
Barbershop Quartet, Doowop, 50s Pop, Vintage Pop, Oldies, Jazzy Pop, Swing, Retro Swing, Novelty Song.
Lyrics
Verse 1
The moon’s so dim it barely shows
(This heart—doo-wah—don’t know, don’t know)
This hollow shell, it barely knows
(Ohhh—shoo-bop—so cold, so cold)
Are you alive or just a shade?
(Doo-wah—no grave, no grave)
I reach for you—then fade, then fade
(Baby fade... oh fade away...)
Chorus
Life’s a ghost of what we said
(Doo-wah, doo-wah, we're dead...)
The stars burn out inside our head
(Bop-shoo-bop, bop-shoo-bop)
Oh why, oh why won’t this pain shed?
(Oh darlin’...)
We used to love...
But now we’re just the living dead
(Doo-wop... whoa-oh... the living dead...)
Verse 2 – Rewritten
A broken chime swings in the breeze
(Doo-wah—ooh ooh—its haunted me)
It sings a song in minor key
(Bop-bop, bop-bop—so eerily)
This world’s gone cold, it won’t forget
(Doo-wah—no regrets...)
The night is long, but longer yet
(And we ain’t left... no, not yet...)
Chorus
Life’s a ghost of what we said
(Doo-wah, doo-wah, slow dance of dread)
The stars burn out inside our head
(Bop-shoo-bop, hearts full of lead)
Oh why, oh why won’t this pain shed?
(Oh darlin’...)
We used to love...
But now we’re just the living dead
(Doo-wop... whoa-oh... the living dead...)
Bridge
The streets don’t echo, time won’t bend
(Shoo-wop, shoo-wop, the bitter end)
We rise, we fall, and break again
(Doo-doo-wah—again, again)
Are you a dream, or what I dread?
(Na-na-no...)
Even dreams rot when hope has fled
(Oh oh oh oh... gone...)
Refrain – Ghostly Chant
We’re just the living dead
(Doo-wop, doo-wop...)
Walking with ghosts we wed
(Shoo-bop...)
Heartbeats like echoes fled
(Doo-wah... doo-wah...)
We’re just... the living dead
(Ooooooh...)
Final Chorus – Slower, Last Gasp
Life’s a ghost of what we said
(Doo-wah, doo-wah, slow dance of dread)
The stars burn out inside our head
(Bop-shoo-bop, oh no instead...)
No heaven calls, no angels tread
(We’re gone, we’re gone, yeah...)
We used to love...
But now we’re just the living dead
(Doo-wop... whoa-oh... just the living dead...)
Outro – Fading like mist
We’re just the living dead...
(Doo-wah... doo-wah...)
We’re just the living dead...
(Shoo-bop... shoo-bop...)
Just the living...
(Dead...)