The Frogs: Evoe for the Dead

Lyrics

[THE DIONYSIANS] They do an awful lot of dancing, the dead They do an awful lot of dancing, the dead It's very comforting, perpetual serenity and such It's very comforting, and yet you can put up with just so much So there's an awful lot of dancing instead Down here, among the dead They give an awful lot of banquets, the dead You turn around, another table is spread And if you don't become habituated quickly, it's a bore You're always eating something which you ate the Bacchanal before And what's the remedy for bеing overfed? One guеss, among the dead They do an awful lot of laughing, the dead There's always just that little smidgen of dread Most any person in a panic dotes on ever-lasting noise So they tell ever-lasting anecdotes which everyone enjoys Since no one listens to what anyone has said Down here, among the dead They do an awful lot of drinking, the dead They have a truly endless evening ahead The time is always right and fitting When you pour another round Because it's nighttime unremitting When you're sitting underground What with the dancing and the eating And the laughing and the drinking There's no problem in retreating From the awkwardness of thinking And that ever present smidgen of dread Down here, among the dead Like, up there among the dead [DIONYSOS, spoken] Suddenly, we heard a commotion. The entire crowd of revelers came bursting through the doors of the palace in a terrible state. It seems that Shaw, never a great admirer of Shakespeare in the first place, and besotted by both my admiration and my wine, had started wittily but relentlessly attacking Shakespeare's plays. Of course, everyone immediately took sides, and it was up to me as god of drama to prevent bloodshed. I proposed a duel between the two. Not with weapons; but with words. And to this end, we invote the Muses