all those grim portents removed from the fridge
the scouring of lives
once entangled, now lost
those folks are long gone
and we know the cost
a sudden conclusion?
can’t summon the guts
The Duke of Prunes is a melancholy guitar-and-keys number with silly lyrics about vampirism and dried plums. A magic go-kart is featured, contrasting and amplifying the classically-inflected music-hall production.
The song suddenly accelerates, and an aggressive, distorted electric guitar jumps into the mix. The lyrics are more or less repeated, with greater intensity, as other voices join in.
Building to a robust climax, uncertainty is introduced in the lyrics, while thumping bass rounds out the harmony. The Duke of Prunes grows to a conclusion that is paid off at the start of the next track, Amnesia Vivace.