In Der Mude
I’m still reeling at the concept of a musical version of Fritz Lang’s DER MUDE TOD / DESTINY. If you recall, this was seriously mooted by producer Arthur Brauner as a project for Lang to undertake upon his return to Germany at the end of the ’50s.
Of course, this was the great era of the East German musical, but a West German song-and-dance based on Thea Von Harbou’s original “book” would be quite something. Lang, of course, had musical experience in Hollywood, having directed YOU AND ME, with music by Kurt Weill, and I guess RANCHO NOTORIOUS is pretty tuneful.
But what would a late period musical Lang be like?
I can’t help thinking that it might be something like this:
Enter a Young Woman (Elke Sommer), bereft at her loved one’s disappearance behind a great wall with no doors.
To the tune of “I’ll Build a Stairway to Paradise.”
YOUNG WOMAN
I must find a way to the other side,
And get back my missing man!
Perhaps with an overdose of cyanide,
I can execute this plan!
(Takes poison, finds self in new surroundings.)
Now I’m within,
I must just have a look round,
Begin,
To get my missing man found,
I’ll climb this stairway to paradise,
And get back my missing man!

Enter Death (Gert Frobe), singing to the tune of “Hi Ho”.
DEATH
I’m death! I’m Death!
I’ll take your final breath!
I’ll take you all
Behind my wall
I’m Death, I’m Death, I’m Death!
Segues into “You’re my little Choo-chee Face,” from CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG.
YOUNG WOMAN
Destiny! Destiny!
No escaping death for me!

DEATH
And it seems to me,
You lived your life,
Like a candle in Berlin…
YOUNG WOMAN
Berlin? You take my breath away!
DEATH
Oh. Okay.
Observant readers will have noticed that these are THE WORST LYRICS EVER. Win unspecified goodies by writing better ones! Remember, DER MUDE TOD has several different storylines woven together, so there’s plenty of scope. You could wax poetic about the field with the 99-year-lease, the Chinese emperor’s fireworks display, or the baby in the burning building.
To make it even easier (not everyone has seen DER MUDE TOD) you can musicalize any Lang film. You could have M FOR MUSIC, METROPOLIS MELODY, or THE DANCING DOCTOR MABUSE (”If you knew Mabuse like I know Mabuse…”).
At least one rhyming couplet is necessary to qualify as a lyric. The German musical is an underappreciated genre, so come on, all you Irving Berliners and Helmut Kohl Porters. Don’t let your candor ebb! You may be a learner but you needn’t be low!
Deadline: one week from today.
Prize: the film of your dreams.*
*Normal dream-conditions apply.
February 25, 2008 at 2:04 pm
The best musical about Death os of course All That Jazz. But I can’t see Lang working with Fosse.
February 25, 2008 at 5:28 pm
this is hans beckert introducing himself from “M - the usical”
i have to kill children to silence the voices
they demand and demand and they leave me no choices
so i spend all my money on balloonses and toyses
to entice small children (girlses or boyses)
in their school uniforms, or best sunday cardigans
down lonely dark alleys, to deserted backyard-igans
the urges are boilers and the voices have stoked ‘em
i’d shout “run!” to the child, but i’ve already choked ‘em
February 25, 2008 at 7:56 pm
That might just be the best song about child murder I’ve ever heard!
Fosse and Lang? Well, they were both insatiable ladies’ men, maybe they could compare notes.
I forgot another Lang musical connection — Liliom, which became Carousel.
February 25, 2008 at 9:25 pm
short song for Edward G. Robinson to sing:
pursued by greedy men without inhibitions
hemmed in by geometric compositions
framed by bad paintings and women in windows
at least my career’s better than Delroy Lindo’s
February 25, 2008 at 9:28 pm
Beautiful! And I bet Eddie would have sung his lungs out with it.
And what the hell went wrong with Delroy Lindo anyway?
February 25, 2008 at 9:53 pm
“Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see…
that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it’s too late, and suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
The game of life is hard to play
I’m gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I’ll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I’m beat
and to another give my seat
for that’s the only painless feat.
Cause suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn’t hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger…watch it grin, but…suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied ‘oh why ask me?’
‘Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
…and you can do the same thing if you please.”
February 25, 2008 at 11:44 pm
That could work for quite a few of his films! Be great over the credits of The Big Heat.
February 26, 2008 at 9:08 am
“the urges are boilers and the voices have stoked ‘em…”
what a brilliant line!
“I wish I’d said that”
“You will, Oscar, you will…”
Regards,
djp
February 26, 2008 at 10:51 am
I’m hoping for great things from you, DJP! You can always find Lang plot synopses on the IMDb if you need inspiration…
February 26, 2008 at 12:28 pm
Leave it with me - I’ll have my agent call yours…
In the meantime, the IMdb synopsis for Lang’s SCARLET STREET contains the following gem:-
“Chris sees this as a way to go to Kitty permanently but discovering her in the arms of Johnny, Chris does something impulsive, and his future days are affected by his actions in the most dramatic ways.”
We’ve all been there, ducky, but no-one’s filmed our lives yet…
Regards,
djp
February 26, 2008 at 12:52 pm
Wow, what a vague and shifty synopsis!
“Claudius sets a fiendish trap but Hamlet also does something and, as a result, stuff happens.”
February 26, 2008 at 5:29 pm
This is all your fault…
THE BALLAD OF CHRISTOPHER CROSS
(with apologies to all concerned)
Well my name is Chris Cross
And I feel at a loss
Been a lowly book-keeper for years
And I wed sweet Adele
Who has made my life hell
And it’s driven me almost to tears
When Johnny hit Kitty
I felt full of pity
So much so I laid him out flat
Then I ran to the cops
Cause I’d busted his chops
But dear Kitty was knocked out at that
I told her I painted
And she nearly fainted
As dollar signs flashed in her eyes
While I fell besotted
With Johnny she plotted
I was too naive to realise
So I got her a flat
With some finances that
I embezzled at night from my boss
There my paintings I stored
Cause Adele had abhorred
My artwork as frivolous dross
Then a dealer came round
And thought he had found
In Kitty an artist supreme
And Adele’s ex appeared
Hadn’t died as she’d feared
It had all been a Dallas-like dream
But then Johnny and Kitty
Behaved intimitty
I saw them and became deranged
So I acted impulsive
Did something repulsive
Now my life will forever be changed…
(c) 2008 Daniel Prendiville
February 26, 2008 at 6:18 pm
Wow. And it’s only Tuesday.
February 29, 2008 at 4:14 pm
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